Termenul de „oral” se refera la cavitatea orala sau la gura, adica locul unde incepe tubul digestiv. Termenul de „anal” se refera la orificiul anal sau anus, adica cel care inchide portiunea terminala a intestinului.

Din punct de vedere biologic organele genitale feminine si masculine sunt construite in asa fel incat prin actul sexual sa permita trecerea celulelor sexuale masculine (spermatozoizii) din corpul barbatului in cel al femeii. In urma fecundarii celulei sexuale feminine (ovulul), va aparea, dupa multe transformari…un copil, o noua viata.
Strict biologic acesta este scopul sexualitatii: reproducerea.

Dar de cele mai multe ori omul face sex doar de…placere. Astfel ca nu a considerat obligatoriu sa foloseasca numai organele genitale (penisul si vaginul) cand face sex. Asa ca a adus in joc si alte parti ale corpului care n-au nici un rol in reproducere: anusul, cavitatea orala, etc.

In principiu, sexul oral inseamna stimularea organelor genitale si producerea placerii cu ajutorul gurii iar sexul anal este folosirea anusului ca inlocuitor al vaginului.

Riscurile sexului oral si anal

Dar lucrurile nu sunt asa de roz cum par la prima vedere. Practicarea sexului oral si anal este insotita de o suma de riscuri. Sa le luam pe rand:

In sexul oral exista riscul de ranire a penisului cu dintii, ranire a faringelui (gatul) sau de sufocare. Bolile cu transmitere sexuala trec de la o persoana la alta si prin sex oral sau anal aproape la fel de usor ca prin sexul clasic neprotejat. E vorba despre sifilis, gonoree, chlamidiaza, trichomoniaza, SIDA, hepatitele B si C, infectii nespecifice, infectii fungice (ciuperci) etc.

Sexul anal este chiar mai riscant. Orificiul anal este constituit dintr-un muschi circular, ca un inel. Scopul lui este sa retina materiile fecale, astfel incat ele sa sa nu „ne paraseasca” decat atunci cand mergem la toaleta. Daca este folosit in alt scop acest orificiu se poate „strica”.

Prin sex anal (penetrarea orificiului anal cu penisul), apar, indiferent daca se foloseste protectie sau nu, afectiuni ca fisura si ruptura anala, abcesul anal (punga de puroi), hemoroizi (pungi pline cu sange care se pot sparge si infecta). Toate aceste boli sunt foarte greu de tratat deoarece mediul bacterian din anus intretine afectiunea. Exista foarte multi microbi in orificiul anal astfel ca penisul si uretra se pot infecta.

Cea mai grava si extrem de neplacuta afectiune a orificiului anal este incontinenta anala. Aceasta inseamna ca orificiul anal este slabit datorita penetrarii astfel ca nu mai poate retine materiile fecale. Din nefericire persoana care sufera de aceasta boala este extrem de greu de tratat, uneori imposibil.

O alegere gresita

Unele tinere, in ideea de a-si pastra virginitatea, practica sexul oral sau anal si evita penetrarea vaginala. Dar a fi virgina nu inseamna numai prezenta unui himen intact. Virginitatea inseamna sa nu fi avut contact sexual, nu sa-ti patrezi himenul intact. O fata care a facut sex oral sau anal, dar nu si vaginal, desi are himenul nerupt, nu mai poate spune ca este virgina. In plus este supusa la toate riscurile prezentate mai sus.

Vous pouvez tenter d’expliquer ça en disant je suis macho ou que je manque de confiance en moi, mais les filles vraiment trop grandes, ça me fait moyennement kiffer. Je ne dis pas qu’il y a une taille max à partir de laquelle mon cou ne supporte plus de se briser pour faire un bisou, mais une femme de 2m05, même si elle est mannequin, c’est trop pour moi. Alors le seul avantage que je verrais à sortir avec une fille de la taille d’Amazon Eve, top model californienne au corps gigantesque bien que proportionné, c’est de pouvoir rester debout pendant un cunnilingus (ouuuh, il a osé).

Ferdinand Schratfickmannsdörffer

Rund 83% des Internets bestehen aus Lutsch- Leck- Blas- Schlürf- Stoß- und Schlabberseiten. Jeder dritte Deutsche über 60 onaniert mehr als 7x täglich vor dem PC-Monitor und guckt sich währenddessen pornografische oder politische Internetseiten an. Jedes Jahr sterben mehrere Tausend Bundesbürger an Altersschwäche. Das sind erschreckende Zahlen. Wer kann ein Interesse daran haben, dass die Bürger nicht auf Missstände in Israel und seinem Satellitenstaat USA hingewiesen werden? Richtig: Präsident Bush, seine Illuminaten, der CIA und der Mossad! Während die Deutschen ohne Unterlass wichsen, wird also klammheimlich die NWO (Neue Weltordnung) von hinten eingeführt. In diesem Zusammenhang ergibt die These des Ferdinand Schratmanssdörffer, dass es in Wirklichkeit keine Sexualität gibt, durchaus Sinn:

Da ist zunächst die verräterische Darstellung des männlichen Gliedes. Wir sehen es ständig

1. unnatürlich geschwollen und
2. in einem absurden Winkel von Körper abstehend!

Jeder Mann wird an sich selbst beobachten können, dass dieser Zustand de facto nie eintritt.

Seit ich darauf achte, hat sich mein eigenes entsprechendes Körperteil niemals auch nur annähernd geweitet oder gar wider jegliches Schwerkraftgesetz in die Höhe geschwungen. Es ist absurd, zu behaupten, daß ein Körperteil, welches doch nachweislich keinen Knochen besitzt und angenehm weich in der Hose liegt, ein solches Eigenleben zu entwickeln vermag.

Natürlich hat es die Industrie bereits so weit gebracht, daß alle Welt sich vor dem künstlichen Schreckgespenst Impotenz fürchtet. Deshalb mag auch niemand zugeben, daß die angebliche Erektion nichts als eine freie Erfindung geschäftstüchtiger Geister ist!

Beweis Nummer 2: Die zur angeblichen Kopulation eingesetzten Organe sind – das wird Ihnen jeder Arzt bestätigen – von der Natur zur Absonderung von Urin vorgesehen – und nur dazu! Wie sollte wohl die Natur (oder der Schöpfer) ausgerechnet ein Absonderungsorgan für derlei unverwertbare Körperextrakte zur Fortpflanzung vorgesehen haben? Einfach lächerlich!

Beweis Nummer 3: Wenn es zwei Geschlechter gibt, dann gibt es logischerweise auch Sex! Dies ist Unsinn! Es gibt genug Gründe dafür, dass die Natur (oder der Schöpfer) zwischen Mann und Frau unterscheidet.

• Der Mann ist der kräftige Teil, dem es obliegt, sinnvolle Dinge zu tun: emsig zu arbeiten, sich im Kriege wacker zu schlagen, Kunst und Kultur zu pflegen und das Erbe der Menschheit aufrecht zu erhalten.
• Die Frau dient dagegen der Aufzucht der Kinder. Sie ist jedoch nur deshalb anatomisch anders gebaut, weil sich das männliche Glied nicht als Gebär-Apparat eignet (dagegen beim Urinieren die bekannten Vorteile besitzt).

Dagegen weiß jeder klar denkende Mensch, dass die Empfängnis nur durch göttliche Eingebung erfolgen kann, nicht aber durch etwas so Schmutziges wie Sex!

Ich weiß dies aus eigener Erfahrung! Mit meiner lieben Frau Gertrude habe ich vier wohlgeratene Kinder, und dennoch habe ich nie Sex mit ihr gehabt!

Que le week end fut délicieux, particulièrement la nuit de samedi à dimanche !…et une fois n’est pas coutume, j’ai décidé de vivre le moment érotique que j’avais imaginé et l’ai organisé en conséquence. Après 5 mois de présence en France, le Japon me manque et j’ai souhaité faire découvrir une partie de ma culture à l’heureux élu choisi parmi mes “quelques” prétendants et amis de mon Facebook.

Souvent passive dans mes dernières expériences érotiques, j’ai décidé de prendre les commandes de cette soirée. Après avoir tchaté avec 4 amis FB différents, j’ai posé mon choix sur le plus jeune d’entre eux. Fougueux dans son tchat, voire même un peu vulgaire…il m’a envoyé quelques photos en live de lui (vous imaginez quel type de visuels !!!..) tout au long de notre tchat….j’ai cru déceler une vraie timidité dans la vie réelle. Plutôt mignon, grand et mince, parisien, je lui ai proposé une rencontre. Au programme, un resto Yakitori suivi d’un film au cinéma – nous avons vu le très bon film Rapt avec Yvan Attal – la conversation du Yakitori était plus agréable que cette soi disante nourriture japonaise, mais bon…ce n’est pas très cher donc nous ne pouvons pas en attendre des miracles…De toute évidence, JB était très intrigué par moi et faisait apparemment partie de certains sceptiques qui imaginaient que Yoko n’était qu’un profil parmi d’autres sur Facebook…Je crois l’avoir convaincu que j’étais un peu plus qu’un pseudo…Notre diner fut donc très agréable..JB a un job de commercial dans un journal quotidien et il m’a fait rire en me parlant de ses ruses pour vendre des espaces publicitaires à des annonceurs un peu naifs apparemment. JB est un garçon très charmeur et j’ai l’impression qu’il en use pour vendre ses services…
Après le cinéma, je lui ai donc demandé de me raccompagner chez moi dans le 11em. Nous avons pris le scooter de JB et un petit quart d’heure plus tard, nous étions au pied de mon immeuble..un immeuble haussmanien typique à 6 étages. J’habite à l’avant dernier étage dans un appartement de 3 pièces que je partage avec une amie japonaise peut être encore plus coquine que moi d’ailleurs…Arika était là lorsque nous sommes arrivés dans l’appartement. Elle sortait de sa douche et avait revétu son kimono préféré…En nous voyant débarquer ici, elle s’est très discrètement éclipsée et je me suis retrouvée seule avec JB. J’invitais JB à se déchausser comme il est de coutume chez nous et JB en a été un peu géné…et pour cause, une de ses chaussettes était trouée…cela m’a beaucoup amusé et à la fois j’ai été un peu inquiète en imaginant que JB était peut être un peu négligé…Nous nous sommes assis en position accroupie, devant une petite table à thé. Jai confié à JB quelques magazines de mode et lui ai demandé de m’attendre pendant un petit moment. Je me suis éclipsée dans la salle de bain pour prendre une douche rapide…par contre, j’ai préféré me raser à nouveau l’intimité, en ne conservant qu’une petite touffe sur le haut de mon pubis. J’ai délicatement rasé le pourtour de mon clitoris pour réserver une suprise à JB mais aussi pour inviter sa langue à me lécher langoureusement. Ce rituel terminé, mon corps parfumé de rose (ma lotion personnelle…), je me rhabillai d’un simple kimono rose et rouge, mon préféré…

Je revenais pieds nus, le kimono légèrement ouvert. JB devint rouge pivoine et cela m’amusa encore beaucoup. En position accroupie, je plaçais mon entrejambe directement sur son visage en lui donnant l’ordre de me lécher. Après une minute de doute et de peur chez lui, il m’attrapa les fesses et plongea son visage sur mon pubis. Sa langue commença par me lécher autour du clitoris, très lentement…ensuite, il m’ouvrit les lèvres lentement et glissa sa langue sur mon clitoris…le mordilla en m’arrachant quelques petits cris de plaisir…Je vis une boursouflure sous son jean qui enfla rapidement…je me dégageai de lui doucement et décidai de m’occuper enfin de lui. Je lui déboutonnai le jean et libérai son magnifique sexe quoi qu’un peu odorant…j’avais heureusement prévu une serviette chaude et commençai à rafraîchir son sexe lentement en n’oubliant pas ses magnifiques testicules….mais j’eus une idée que je soumis à JB…Si mon intimité était presqu’entièrement rasée, je voulus en faire de même pour lui…Je lui ai proposé de lui raser les testicules pour me permettre de lécher plus agréablement ces boules si excitantes…Il accepta avec plaisir cette suggestion et s’allongea sur mon tatami. Je l’ai rasé lentement et délicatement. Je me suis ensuite régalée à les lécher, tellement plus agréables que des testicules poilus…
Ce soir, je ne voulais pas être pénétrée…nous nous sommes donc placés en position 69 et nous avons dévoré lentement l’initimité de l’autre. Je fus la première à jouir mais quelques courtes minutes plus tard, JB a joui dans ma bouche…je le surpris beaucoup en avalant l’ensemble de sa semence. Délicieux !…

J’ai ensuite demandé à JB de quitter mon appartement car je voulais passer un petit moment calin avec Arika qui, je le savais, n’avait pas raté une minute de mes ébats avec JB. Arika est sortie comme une furie de sa chambre pour m’embrasser à pleine bouche….elle avait peur que je ne lui en garde pas un peu….Arika adore le sperme et écrit même un journal sur ce sujet…je vous l’ai dit…Arika est vraiment une sacrée coquine, peut être pire que moi…A bientôt.

So, the fucking ol’ ball and chain has been watching one of those ‘Living Food’ or whatever channels recently, which at first I was as adverse to as Tobias is to straight sex LOL, but over the last couple of days, I’ve started to grasp the dealio.

Check this non-plinth out immediately. You heard it first here ladz.

Citez din MenCity.ro:
“Pentru multa lume, sexul oral face deja parte din meniul obisnuit. Un act sexual parca nu e complet fara aceasta etapa si putine fete mai fac mofturi cand le ceri asa ceva.”

Ok.
Citit si inteles un lucru: mai toate femeile fac sex oral.
De unde pana unde le gasiti bai frate? Cunosc multe tipe care sunt scarbite sa puna mana pe pula, daramite sa o ia in gura si sa o desmierde cu limba?

Citez din AskMen.ro:
“Femeile se plang foarte des despre incapacitatea barbatilor de a face un cunnilingus. Asadar, femeilor le plac barbatii care stiu sa faca sex oral si sa se concetreze pe placerea doamnei. Stim sigur ca foarte multi dintre noi nu stiu cum se face asa ceva, sau pur si simplu nu vor sa faca. Ar vrea sa primeasca sex oral, dar nu ofera. Si nu putine femei am auzit spunand ca s-au despartit de barbatul cu care erau si pentru ca acesta nu vroia sau nu stia sa le satisfaca prin sex oral.”

1. Daca femeile nu ar fi atat de superioare si si-ar ajuta partenerul de sex (oral) cu un mic “ghid” folosindu-se de maini sau chiar de “viu grai” pentru “tintirea” punctului maxim, poate ar simti si ele ceva si ar avea si ele parte de placere sporita din cunnilingus.
2. Stiti din pula ca sunt multi care nu vor sa faca – sunt foarte multi care vor sa o faca, o fac si se descurca bine, sau o fac si nu se descurca bine. E normal sa avem pretentia de a primi sex oral, avand in vedere ca noi il facem chiar daca nu ne descurcam prea bine. Pentru mai multe informatii – consulta punctul 1.
3. Cea care ii da prietenului papucu’ pe motiv ca nu stie sa faca sex oral… e ditamai minciuna sfruntata. Vrei placere? Educa-l pe om sa iti ofere placere. Revin si spun: consulta punctul 1.

Citez din Femina.rol.ro:
“Cum sa refuzi sexul oral – diplomat: O relatie perfecta intre doi parteneri se bazeaza in principal pe sex. Pentru a intretine relatia trebuie sa-ti faci iubitul sa te doreasca mai mult, fara ca monotonia sa decida soarta iubirii voastre. Daca tu nu ai o parere buna despre sexul oral, iar iubitul tau isi doreste mult acest lucru, atunci ar trebui sa-ti gasesti o tactica pentru a-l inlocui.”

Sfaturi tipic femeiesti: nu ii faci sex oral – va gasi o alta care sa i-o ia pana in gat si care sa si inghita. Si va mai mirati de ce barbatii inseala mai mult? Din cauza “scarbei” voastre. Ce-i mai grav? Declarati ca va este scarba fara sa fi incercat macar o data in viata voastra – se aplica si barbatilor care nu s-au jucat cu limba pe o pasarica in toata viata lor… da’ e scarboasa…

Deci, decat sa mai citeasca lumea tampenii de prin site-uri, reviste de femei/barbati… mai bine ar lua problemele in mana (si/sau in gura). Nu iese, mai incerci… pana iese. Daca tot nu iese, cauta la alt(a) tip(a) si s-ar putea sa fie mai bine.

Bafta la oral!

Das ist die absolute Wahrheit!

Mädchen: sagt es den Jungs und schickt diesen Link weiter.

Jungs: haltet Euch dran!

In the morning, my husband and I slept in peaceful slumber until after the sun was well up, ignoring the loud childrens’ play in the house as best we could.  Finally, I rolled toward him and whispered in his ear, “Guess what I did last night.”  He said, “What?”  and his eyes opened further as his interest was piqued.  “Sheila and I were together,” I snuzzled in his ear.  I continued to tell him details as best I could, in a slightly reticent fashion because part of me was still on high alert that he would be mad.  He made a sort-of moaning sound and I saw the covers move slightly.  I had no idea what he was doing at first.  Then the breath escaped his mouth and I knew he had come upon hearing my news.  That fast.  Wow.  He really was turned on by the idea of my friend and me being together.

However, as the erotic moment waned away, and the morning wore on, he became increasingly upset.  He was hurt that I had done something without telling him, without warning him, without asking his permission.  I understood and felt horrible about my misdeed; the memory of it now reduced to a guilt-inciting torment rather than the sweet thought that it was.  He was unapproachable.  Angry.  Cold.  Acted like a victim.   He had always been the jealous type, so this just made him worse.  Not able to handle discontent in those whom I love, I was miserable and offered up apologies galore, but they all fell on deaf ears.  

The hardest part lasted for days.  We were both forlorn and sad, but I was also secretly going through withdrawals from my friend.  I pretty much had to leave off talking to her or my husband would get mad.  I had to sacrifice my friend to save my hurt marriage.  I was starting to yearn to be with her again.  I not only missed her friendship but I missed that extra nuance of something that now existed between us, that heavy attraction–that energy– was the tension I had been feeling, but not understanding.  Conflicted and confused, I felt like a prisoner.  I had just discovered this treasure trove within myself, that I could like a woman as a lover, yet I could not touch it or it would hurt the most important person in my life, and potentially my beautiful family.

One day soon thereafter, I followed him into the shower and appealed to the shower curtain in the sincerest way I could and with as much honesty my guilty conscience would allow that, like it or not, I think that I am now bisexual.  Isn’t that what it’s called when you want to be with men and women?  I was so sorry to do this to him, to us, but I couldn’t change who I was.  What did he want me to do about it?  I could ignore it, repress it.  I didn’t have to act on it.  But in all honesty, I told him while he bathed, I really liked it, and I wanted more.

He heard me but said it just wasn’t what he wanted in his life or in his marriage, end of story.  I didn’t want to rock the boat, so I said as little as possible about my transgression and the underlying change within me.  It wasn’t long before he was okay with sheila and I talking to each other on the phone again, and we were gradually allowed to see each other again.  By this time I was wanting her so badly I couldn’t stand it.  So, on one of those long car drives together it was inevitable that our hands found each other’s thighs, and the seductive looks passed between our eyes.  I went to her house any chance I got while my husband was at work.  I felt horribly guilty, but I couldn’t help what I was doing.  I was moved about by some unseen devil who was pulling my strings.  Normally a faithful and honest person, I did not recognize this new woman who schemed and planned to get a few minutes alone with her new lover.  

Our clandestine relationship only lasted two weeks.  I knew the end was near when sheila and I had a mishap that would have exposed us if not for a little luck and ingenuity.  But the writing was on the wall; the Universe was saying our time was running out.  Upon meeting up, we drove to the river to park and make out.  Mindful of the ever oppressive Time, we frantically got it on in the front seat of my subaru.  making out was a little more familiar now, but we didn’t have much time.  I pulled sheila’s pants down to her ankles and peeled her panties down to reveal her ever-sopping-wet pussy which I dove into.  Since we left the radio running (duh!) the car battery ran down.  After we hurriedly dressed, I tried to start the car, already feeling way too late, and working up the lies to explain what had taken so long (did I think my husband was a dunce?), and the battery was dead!  Oh Shit.  No one was around to help us.  The worst vision overcame me that I would have to call him to come and jump the car and catch us red-handed in our obvious deception.  But as luck would have it, we were near a hill.  So sheila pushed the car while I popped the clutch, and we were rolling out of our little lying rendezvous.

I can’t remember how he finally found out about us.  I think he just got suspicious of my behavior and knew I was hiding something.  I never have lied or cheated since that two week episode.  I am not proud of having deceived him, but I accept that I did the best I could at the time with the overwhelming changes taking place in me.

My husband was very angry and hurt about my deception.  He and I began marriage counseling because his anger and withdrawal were just more than I, or he, could bear.  It worked well, even though the therapist did not support us in our lifestyle choices, but he and I started seriously dialoguing about polyamory around this time.  He liked sheila and had been thinking about becoming a part of this thing going on with us.  I found the thought of them together taboo and erotic at the same time.  Being the generous person that I am, I encouraged him to become involved.  I knew a menage a trois would be insanely intense with two people whom I cared so much for.  

She was open to the idea, being the sexy girl that she was, and admitted, giggling and guilty, that she found my husband attractive.  So we met up at her house.  ha ha.  It is so funny to remember that first 3some!  I don’t remember details but the feeling surrounding it all was this halting, embarrassed, fast, tense experience that we didn’t get a whole lot out of, except the desire to try again.  Sheila started liking my husband more after that.  

One of the most amazing discoveries I made about myself besides learning that I could love a woman as well as a man, was that i could love more than one person at a time.  Having been a helpless romantic from my preteen years when I voraciously read Harlequin romances and every Zane Grey published, I bought in to the notion that there was one perfect person for everyone, and once you found that person, all would be goodness and light in your life.  Forever.  So, realizing I could not only love a woman, but love two people at the same time [or more?!]–made for a very intense time of exponential growth for me.  And we began to try to live polyamory.

It’s been about a month since we all had to suffer through the clear hoax that was the “Balloon Boy,” and the painfully protracted fallout that led to federal charges and talk of deportation, so that means that we’re due for another kid to steal our hearts and our attention.

I get it: we, as a people, are fascinated by almost any story that involves children in situations that are out of the norm.  I know this is a trend in society that’s been around for a while; this is why Kids Say The Darndest Things ever made it to air.  Having Bill Cosby ask you stupid Byron Allen-style questions is decidedly outside of the norm of human experience.

And that’s why it came as no surprise to me when this story was featured on the front page of CNN.com.

Far be it from me to say that hearing a 10 year-old say “gaywad” on national television isn’t funny, but that’s not enough to make this a story.  On the one hand, I’m completely sick of paying attention to anyone who doesn’t have pubes, but on the other hand, I really can’t wait to see the reactions from the likes of Bill O’Reilly and Sean Hannity.  I feel like I watch enough of these shows that I can do a pretty good job of predicting what they’re going to say.

I will say sooth, after the jump.

1) This is just another hoax, a cheaper, less scary one, but a hoax nonetheless.  The dad is clearly gay, and he’s forcing his agenda onto this kid.  Is it any coincidence that the boy’s mother is nowhere to be seen?  Is this because the boy has TWO DADDIES?  Inquiring minds want to know.

2) If this kid is so interested in “liberty and justice for all,” why is he only focusing on the gays?  What about the poor, underage girls getting turned out in our inner cities every day?  What about liberty and justice for all…fetuses?  I don’t see this kid standing up, or sitting down as the case may be, for that.  The fact that he chose to only focus on gay rights clearly proves that this is a hoax perpetrated by the kid’s obviously gay dad.

3) Look at this kid.  Seriously, what a gaywad.

Oh, who am I kidding.  Those commentators aren’t going to touch this story, they’re way too busy with meaningful stories like the release of Sarah Palin’s book.

He rests his lips on top of her mound and breaths out slow and warm. Her hips twitch upward and he slips his tongue between her lips and flicks his tongue upwards. She locks her fingers into his hair, but does not pull him upward or push him down harder, not yet. His keeps his tongue soft and flat as he licks up again, then brings in down in a harder semi-circle around her clit. She is making the throaty vibrations that precurse a soft moan.

“Oh, hold on,” she says to him, pulling him away from her at one side by his hair. She rubs his lips with the index and middle finger of one hand, teasing him into licking her. With the other hand, she removes her forgotten tampon.

…aaaanndd we’re back!

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- I would imagine choosing the 15 hottest big-breasted Japanese gravure models is something like figuring out who the best 15 NBA players are, or what the best types of candy are – no matter what, everyone comes away satisfied.
- Jessica Alba getting spanked. Just…wow.
- This is really pathetic: out of the top 30 grossing films of this decade, two weren’t remakes or sequels or adaptations of established properties, “Finding Nemo” and “Kung Fu Panda”. That’s it. I wonder when people are gonna be so over all of it that they go back to books.
- Miss Universe Japan 2008 Hiroko Mima. Miss Universe Trinidad & Tobago 2008 Anya Ayoung-Chee. Oh, and Anya’s boyfriend. Together, naked in a hotel room with a video camera. What’s the worst that could happen?
- “Men suck at eating pussy; not because they don’t like it, but because it’s really fucking hard.” Oh, internet – you never disappoint, do you?
- Back when Arizona State University decided against giving President Barack Obama an honorary degree when he delivered a speech there, a lot of people asked, “What does ASU have going for it?” Well…
- It may be considered contemporary art, and it may only reach 20 mph when it’s all said and done, but damn turning an old-school SEGA Outrun arcade game into an actual working vehicle? That’s so fucking cool.
- I don’t watch “Dancing With The Stars”, but the fact that Joanna Krupa and Mya were on this season almost pulled me in. Especially Mya; I’ve been checking for her since she was making songs with Silkk the Shocker.
- “Sir! The Romulans have launched a bevy of photon torpedoes across our starboard bow, reducing our shields to 23% and…is that fucking R2-D2?”
- Look – we’re all nerds, OK? It’s just that some of us don’t know what type of nerd we are; that’s where this handy quiz comes in.
- Some people out there can’t stand the Wii. They say it’s not a real console, it’s meant to gouge the pockets of gullible families, blah blah blah. If you think that way, check this collection of videos out, and let me know if you still feel the same.
- Sigh…honestly? If you’re gonna fuck around with a C-string, just don’t wear panties at all. Seriously, at that point underwear’s just more trouble than it’s worth.
- Everyday I hear about something that brings a smile to my face, because it reminds me that despite all the crap going on in the world, I’m living in “the future”, where the miracles of science are limited only be the bounds of human imagination. Today? “Scientists create bacteria that lights up around landmines.”
- Slayer and Megadeth are on tour with Testament, and tickets are only $10! It’s 1991’s “Clash of the Titans” all over again!
- On June 12, 1970, San Diego Padres pitcher Dock Ellis pitched a no-hitter. An impressive feat, but not all that historically noteworthy…until it came out that Ellis was massively tripping on LSD the whole time. This is his story:

(Read part one here!)

S growled again. “Shit,” I cooed, half whispering.  I bit my bottom lip. His hands felt good against my skin. Slowly, S fingered my waistbeads and moved his teasing hands up my torso. I could not possibly fathom what would come next, what he’d do. I felt his right hand caress my behind, lingering just a bit. He drew his hand back and slapped my ass. I jumped, exhilarated. How could he have known that I love a good spanking?  S’s hand came down against my skin.  He took his other hand, put it between my shoulder blades, and pushed firmly just enough to bend me over.  I grinned from ear to ear as I lowered my upper body.  I widened my stance just a bit, to steady myself.  S struck my ass over and again with his open hand.  I exhaled in spurts with each strike.  Between slaps, S rubbed me where he’d just hit me.  It felt amazing.  I felt tingly. I was opening up to some new shit with him.

When he finished, S tugged at the lace trim of my panties.   To have his fingers that close to my pussy was akin to torture. The spanking had me all kinds of squirmy, ready for more play.  He knelt behind me and kissed my thigh.  Without a word, S dragged a finger along the trim of my panties and plucked the elastic against my already-sore ass. I wiggled. I was not prepared for what came next: this motherfucker bit my ass!  My squealing led him to do it again.  “You love this shit, don’t you?” he asked as he dragged a finger across the crotch of my panties.  I didn’t have to answer at that point. 

S laughed,  “I can’t wait to tear your ass up,” and bit me again.  I almost begged him for his fingers at that exact moment.  I could hardly maintain my composure.  S licked the spot where he’d bitten me and moved his tongue right to the crack of my ass, then moved down towards my honeypot.   He pushed my panties out of the way and began to lick me the way I’d been hoping he would.  His tongue strokes were quick, but firm.  I couldn’t help being vocal.  I yelped, I squealed, I cried out. As S worked my sweet spot with his tongue, he held my hips.  I couldn’t help the grinding and bucking of my hips against his lips and tongue. With each lick, I felt myself tighten up.  S dug his fingers into the flesh of my ass, and moved with me.  Each wave of sensation took me higher than the one before.   I felt myself climbing that ladder.  My skin tingled with S’s every slurp. Each suck, each nibble made me tremble more.  My breathing changed, I couldn’t contain myself . . . And then, he stopped cold.

I blinked and  looked down. He was still under me. Lying on the floor, looking up at me from between my legs. His face was glossy and occupied by a cheshire cat’s grin.  He chuckled, “You thought it was gonna be easy, didn’t you?” and massaged the backs of my calves.  He tilted his head, “What’s on your mind, girl? Thinkin’ about what I’m gonna do next?”  I nodded yes, almost afraid to move. S still held my ankles. My heart was slowly returning to its normal pace.  I tried to wipe the look of bewilderment from my face, but it wasn’t quite happening.  How could it? I’d just been faked completely out by what was likely the best head I’d ever gotten in my entire life. Finally, the only word that fit the situation traveled from my lips: “Shit!”  He had me. And I was in trouble. 

S slid from beneath, then stood up in front of me. He kissed my mouth, his lips covered in my honey, and rested one hand at the nape of my neck.  His fingers crept their way up the back of my head and he tugged at my hair.  I gasped through a kiss and turned my mouth away from his ever so slightly. S laid his mouth against my cheek and growled. Talking against my skin, he said, “You taste so good.  I think I want another round,” and growled. God, that fucking growling.  I shivered with excitement.  Was he actually going to let me climax? 

S bent me over again, “I think I want you on your knees.  All fours, as a matter of fact,” and slapped my ass. I complied.  He pulled my panties completely off and got behind me again.  S dragged his index finger across my clitoris.  His motions were fluid.  With the ease of breath, S slipped his finger  inside me.  I leaned into his hand and began to my hips to his rhythm.  S rocked my hips with his free hand, guiding me along his waves of movement. I was more than content to let him run me.  His finger fit me perfectly. With a strong thrust, S angled his hand just-so and gave me another finger to work with.  I made some kind of unintelligible noise and gave completely into my pleasure.  He was working me fully out, and I had no desire to fight it.  I rode his hand with fervor.  I was sweating, grunting, having my hair pulled and loving every second of every stroke.  Each time S pushed his fingers deeper inside me, I felt myself getting closer to the sweetness of release.  I could taste, hear, and smell it; I didn’t even see the room the same way.  My movements were instinctual. I felt myself opening up. The sensation became almost unbearable. My anticipation increased as I felt my walls tremble.  Something that felt like a lightning bolt shot up my back.  But, just as soon as it came, the feeling went away.  S stopped me, again, before I could cum. Shit, I thought, and lay down on the floor.

(Part 3 coming soon.)

Growing up in rural Canada (Ontario, to be exact – it’s a province,,,kind of like a state, but with different spelling) my parent’s owned a business. It was a motel and restaurant called The Beaver Motel and Restaurant. My dad actually built the restaurant on the property with his own hands. My parents worked their asses off in that place 24/7. It was a good upbringing though because there was always great food on the table and, if you needed something, my folks were always close by.

However, I’m always glad that Mexican food wasn’t popular at the time…I can hear the patrons now:

Let’s go to the Beaver for a fish taco.

(Mommies can have sick senses of humour too, you know)