I would put a poll but I think this is something that doesn’t really need one. There could be many favorite positions so why just limit it to one?

What makes you get off? What makes your partner get off?

Just curious. I don’t have a particular favorite even though I do fancy the standard old-fashioned missionary. Doggystyle with the hair-pulling element is pretty nice, too.

Love her long legs…id love to ram my cock into this cougar! 

And a gorgeous cum shot at the end…

Nice hot big cock here.. love the look on her face!
ohya…fuck her she says..

Great cum shot. Wish he actually fucked her though..a rare hot black girl
..and beautiful black tits this chick has. If it  wasnt for those id trash the video
Wow..cant wait to see her bend over..
 
Like this..

So in theory a menage a trois seems like a good idea but in reality…umm..no. It is nothing like the porn movies. Picture it circa 2000, I was in college and I was dating this guy and he was kinda freaky and I was very adventurous and one night he asked me if I was down to try a threesome and of course I said yes. So a few nights later he told me he had found another chick, which was a friend of his who was down to do it with us. I was a little nervous but I agreed to meet at his house for the session. However when I arrived the other chick did not show. I was a little disappointed but it was all good. So a week later my guy called me and told me his best friend wanted to get down with us in the threesome. I really had no intention of being with another guy but I was kinda interested and willing to try anything once. So the night started off ok. We had a little liqour to loosen us up and I did sort of a strip tease. There was alot of  touching, kissing and various positions, doggystyle, cowgirl and missionary but the whole thing probably only lasted 20 minutes and to be honest it was not very enjoyable for me. It was basically two guys trying to outlast each other, Blah!! In the end I was left very very unsatisfied. I would never do it again. That was basically a fantasy I wanted to fulfill and now that I have done it I would say thressomes are highly overrated and boring, yawn.

Anna is very open – as she’d already mentioned before all this started – so it doesn’t take her long to get her top off. Her tits looked really good in her bra, filling it up very nicely,  but they show a bit of sag once they’re free. What can you expect from tits that size though? She’s next to me on the sofa and raises herself on her knees so I can get a good view. Obviously I’m not going to just watch, so while Steph gets to work on my dick, alternating between her mouth and her hands, I’m squeezing Anna’s tits, sucking her nipples, and rubbing her pussy through her pants. “These would make for a great tit job” I say. “Tit fuck you mean?” asks Anna, teasing. “Tit sex, whatever. They’re made for it” Steph just laughs and does her thing, she gives me a conspiratorial look while Anna’s kissing my chest and I wink at her. We’re not a couple, but this is one of the nicest things somebody’s done for me.

Anna gets on the floor next to Steph, “My turn” she says, and gets to tit fucking. A tit fuck is a tit fuck, not exactly the epitome of sexual ecstasy, but she’s doing it well – not her first time, that’s for sure. It doesn’t take very long for her to get bored of it though and next thing I know her tonsils are having some sort of argument with the tip of my cock. Unlike her somewhat rough handjob technique, she has a very smooth and fluid blowjob method, which alternates between concentrating on the tip of my cock and then trying to deep throat it. It makes it hard for me to concentrate on Steph who’s now naked, but I’m still enjoying kissing and fingering her while my dick’s getting taken care of by another girl. Luckily the TV is also on and Jersey Shore, of all things, is showing. Nothing like seeing those retards to keep me in check.

Steph eventually get on the floor next to Anna and they take turns sucking, but at this point Anna wants another drink and goes to the kitchen to help herself. Steph takes advantage to monopolize my cock and forgets all about sharing, but at this point I’m good to go and would rather get going before I have an unpleasant and unplanned accident. “Anna, go to my room and open the bedside drawer, you’ll know why”. Those gold wrapped domes would be really hard to miss and sure enough she comes back with one…just one? I put it beside me on the sofa and Steph, being the good friend that she is, says “Oh, you’re back, here your turn” Anna gets back to work and I get to massaging Steph’s tight pussy, I think she stopped giving me head knowing that Anna would make me nice and hard for her. I rip open the shiny package and give it to Anna to do the honours, she tries to put it on with her mouth but it gets stuck and I have to roll it back up a bit to fix it, but now I’m really good. “Thanks sweetie” I say and give one of her tits a nice squeeze as she gets up.

Steph is ready to go and stradles my cock, while Anna sits next to me and kisses my neck and chest as I finger her. We get a nice rhythm going and as I lay back Steph and Anna start making out. It’s probably good I’m not a lesbian action fan or who knows, I would’ve prematured on the spot; it was a very hot scene and I was lovin the ride.

Steph gets off(on) me and I get her on her hands and knees on the sofa, “You know, Anna, you’re next, I have no idea why you only brought one dome”. She’s on the way to the bedroom before I finish the sentence and comes back with a couple of new domes, “That’s better” I say. She comes over and sort of gives me a massage but it seems like it’s more that she’s feeling left out. “You can participate, too, what if you just put it back in right now”, “oh yeah, like a porn star huh”, she says, in on my dirty lil secret of jerking off to porn threesomes since I was 10. But she’s a bit clumsy “Ugh, it’s not working, this is something I can only do on myself”. Well so much for threesomes with amateurs, I think, but it was also funny and I laugh and squeeze her tits some more.

Steph is  somewhat detached from the situation, not having much of a view of things and Anna, semi-bored again, goes over to the TV “So where are your special movies?” “Oh, that’s in the bedroom, we’ll get to them when I get to you.” “Aooh, alright!” After a few more minutes of pumping into Steph I feel it’s time to change pussies…

This was brought to my attention by one of my friends lucky enough to still be attending the U. These days people don’t need to buy an actual GPS anymore because you can either get it on your phone or the newer whips are coming equipped with a GPS already. So what do you do? Obviously tap into your inner ig’nance. TomTom did just that:

Could you possibly be more blatant about marketing towards black people? Maybe if the GPS came with hot links to the nearest Popeyes, but other than that I think this is the only way. I guess the random mechanical voice made to sound like a women wasn’t doing it for the brothers. Neither was the random australian voice made to sound sexy but is actually like a slap to the tip of your D. So, they decided to get an ex-rapper(note: I don’t believe in rappers retiring, cuz all thse uggins come back eventually, but this cat hasn’t dropped a song in hella long)and have him mix the directions with slang. Yea, that’ll really get the African Americans to buy our product. AHHHHNNNNNNTTTTTTT.

Aww hell who am I kidding, these things probably started flying off the shelves just so jiggas could have Snoop give them directions…in a creepy, automated type of way. And Snoop, LG. Did you need a dollar that bad? At least when you directed that porno or whatever you got to see some B’s get naked. What did you get for this? Free directions?

I could imagine that creepy automated snoop voice over a scene in this classy movie. “Slap her ass. Yea. Just like that” or “Shake that thang girl, so fly. Ohhhweeeeee.”

Note to everyone: If people stop buying things when they promote ig’nant ish like this, they’ll stop doing it. It’s the only way we’ll become a better country

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The Chronic was recently re-released  “as Dre originally wanted,” which included a second CD of unreleased joints.  Somehow, they forgot to include this B-Side from the “Dre Day” single.  Although I’m all about Dre and Doggystyle, I must admit I never really got into Warren G or the Dogg Pound.  That might have to change, though, at least in the case of DPG.  Daz and Kurupt ride this beat better than pretty much any other Death Row inmate could, which is probably why Snoop is in the background looking like he pissed himself.  This G-Funk period was Dre at his best, in my opinion; when he was trying to move a party instead of making black mafia don music.  The guitars, snatched from JB’s “Funky President,” are minimal but add a lot of skip to the beat.  And that attention to detail is what Dre 2010 seems to be missing.

A new Eminem joint with Dre on the boards leaked today, but I’d rather listen to this shit…

Janine stepped pointedly out of the kitchen. To hell with all of them, she fumed.
She flopped herself down in the livingroom, next to her stepbrother, Pos, but not too close. She pushed a pillow out of her way. He was watching ESPN, just like always. He didn’t even notice her. His arms were crossed, his legs stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankles, and he didn’t so much as glance at her.

“What’s the matter, Jani, nobody throwin’ you a bone?”
“Fuck you, Pos,” she answered flatly and glared at the TV.
“Maybe if you wagged your tail more.”
“You know…” she glared at  Pos again. “Like you do anything at all. You just sit and watch TV… whenever. Like I actually want to go out and talk to ‘human beings’. “

”And that makes me…”
“Less than,” she answered.
“So… why don’t you go out and find your own kind.”
“I’m out of money.”

“Spend it accessorizing at the check out?”
“Fuck you.” Janine crossed her arms, glaring at ESPN.
Voices drifted through the hallway from the kitchen and sometimes laughter. “God damn, this is boring, Pos,” Janine finally blurted.
“What can I do to save you from this purgatory?”
“This what?”
“How can I get you out of here.”
“Give me some money,” she blurted. “I’ll pay you back.”

Pos laughed. “You and what piggy bank? Get a job, Janine. Have you ever worked for anything in your life?”
“30 bucks,” Janine leaned toward him. “I swear to God, I’ll pay you back tomorrow.”
“30 bucks?” Pos laughed. “Get a job.”
“What job? Where?” Janine shot back. “In this fucking excuse for a town?”
“Golly Jani,” Pos answered sarcastically, glancing at the slim girl. “I guess you’ll just have to fall back on something besides brains.”

“Pervert,” she glared. “You know… you think I haven’t noticed you lookin’ at me.”
“Yeah Jani,” Pos returned, “you think there’s ‘any’ man hasn’t ‘noticed’ the way you wag your butt around here. I’m not giving you a nickel.”
Janine glared at her feet, glanced at the couch, then uttered an expletive. She stood, brushed crumbs from Potato Chips off her tight white jeans and bent over. Pos noticed. She was brushing crumbs from her shins. She stopped, saw Pos eyeing her. She didn’t stand. She stayed the way she was, bent over. Their eyes locked. They said nothing for a moment. Blood rushing to both their faces.

“I’ll give you 30 bucks.”
Janine stood, her back and ass still toward him. She swivelled on her hips. “Fuck. You.”
“I’ll give you 60 bucks.”
Janine said nothing, her breath deepening and uneven at the same moment, nervous.
“It’s a job,” Pos said, meeting her glare.
She still said nothing. The sound of laughter from the kitchen made her glance nervously toward the hallway. “80 bucks,” she finally said, half choking on the words.

“120,” Pos shot back, openly gazing at her hips and breasts. “Twice. You’re good for it.”
Janine turned, facing him, her hands nervously fluttering at her hips. “You think?
“You’re stalling,” Pos was already feeling his crotch.
“OK…” she answered, almost a whisper. “When?”
Pos laughed again. “When? Right now! You gotta’ work for it! I’m not a fucking credit card.”

“Now?” Janine rolled her eyes, glancing toward the hallway. “Where?”
Pos stood and approached the young woman. Janine stood her ground, nervously shifting her weight from one high heel to the other. She gasped when his large hand cupped her sex. Her hips followed her hand as he gently moved back and forth between her thighs. He tried to kiss her but she turned her lips away. He hesitated, then licked her cheek. “I’ve been wantin’ to do this for such a long time.” He peered at the hallway then turned his gaze to her breasts and the nipples, already poking behind her black blouse. “In your room,” he growled.
“What if they’re lookin’ for me?”

“What the fuck?” he answered. “Tell them to leave you alone; you’re on my cock.”
“Lock the door,” she shot back.
“Get in the room,” he growled at the girl.
She went. He followed, staring at her hips and ass. He closed the door behind them, locked it. Janine’s stomach fluttered. There was only one reason to lock a door with a man in the room. She could still change her mind.
“Get on your knees,” he said.

“Show me the money,” she answered, her voice quavering with a mix of fear and something else.
Pos dug into his wallet and tossed the money on her mattress. He looked around the room. A teddy bear was on her pillow and some of her favorite stuffed animals were collected on the shelf above her bed. Posters filled the wall and her computer was humming on a small pink desk. A mirror was on the door out of the bedroom with pictures of herself, her friends and boyfriends. They were interspersed with paper flowers and comments from her friends. “You know,” Pos began unbuckling his belt, “you’re too old for all this shit.”

“What do you know about me?”
“Get on your knees.”
Janine hesitated, inhaled, started to speak, then glanced at the money. He had paid for her. Something in her body reacted to the thought – to being bought. She was wet. She glared at him but slowly fell to her knees.
“Good girl,” he released his cock.

She didn’t speak. She felt lightheaded.
Pos stepped forward. Janine’s lips parted. “Good,” he muttered. He traced the tip of his cock around her lips. She wet them with her lips and gazed up at him. “I know exactly what I need to know about you,” he pushed his cock into her mouth. “You don’t have twelve year old lips anymore. You got the cock-sucking lips of a woman. You got the hips and ass of a woman.” He breathed deeply as she sucked on his cock, her lips kissing and opening around the head of his cock. “ I’ve wanted to see you like this for such a long time. This is right where you belong. This is what your mouth was made for.”
She glanced at the money again, then gazed up at him.

“Lift up your shirt,” he said. “I want to see your tits when you’re sucking me.”
She lifted up her shirt and her young breasts were swollen with their tits stiffly upward. His cock was big, bigger than her boyfriend’s, maybe not longer but wider at the head.
“That’s it,” he gasped. “That’s your proper place.” He pushed her down, by her shoulders, until his cock slipped out of her mouth and she was sitting on her feet. “God damn. You almost blew me,” he gasped. “Now I’m gonna’ show you the only other position you need to know – what god and nature made you for. Turn around,” he growled. “Pull your jeans down.” His heart was racing. He was masturbating his  straining cock.

“You talk to all your girlfriends like this?” she answered as she turned around.
“Fuck off,” he answered. “You’re not my girlfriend. I’m paying for your ass. I own it. Pull your little size-zero skin-tights down. Then get on your hands and knees. And don’t turn around or look at me. I’m just interested in your ass – your ass and your pussy.”
Janine unbuckled her belt. Her breathing was shallow and her nipples ached. She shimmied her hips left, then right as she pushed down her pants down.
“That’s far enough,” Pos breathed.
Her jeans were just below her ass.  She lowered herself to the floor onto her hands and knees.
“Closer to the door,” he said. “Crawl, like a dog.”

She did.

“That’s the only other position you need to know,” he said. “You know what’s going to happen?”
“Yeah…” she answered, her voice strained.
“What?”
“You’re gonna’…”
“Gonna’ what?” he asked, kneeling behind her.
“Fuck me,” she breathed.
“Why?”
“Jesus Pos, just…’

“Shut the fuck up,” Pos snarled.  He traced a finger along her pussy. “I’m fuckin’ payin’ you 120 dollars so I don’t have to masturbate tonight, so I got something to cum in besides my hand. Stick your ass up. That’s it -  like a woman that needs to be fucked,  and answer my question. Why am I going to fuck you little step-sister?”
“Don’t… don’t call me that.” She shuddered at the feeling of his finger.
“Answer the question…”
“Cause you paid me,” she answered.

“How much is your tight little ass worth?” he asked. She wanted to see his cock again. She wanted to look at him. She felt his a hand on her hip.
“120 dollars,” she answered, her voice quavering. “Huhn!” She grunted aloud. He was big. Bigger than she had expected inside her! She hadn’t wanted to give him the satisfaction of hearing her whimper with his penetration. She felt the lips of her sex drawn in by the size of him, just the head of him. She whined, despite herself, when the flared head of him finally sunk past her lips. Jesus, he felt good.

“Say it again!” he groaned.
“120 bucks,” she whined and exhaled with the fullness of his cock.
Both his hands were on her hips now. She felt him draw back, felt the lips of her sex open up as if in anticipation, and then he thrust, sinking the rest of the way into her narrow waist. “Uhhnnn!” she groaned. “God!”

Then he was thrusting. She wanted to open her legs, to somehow take the size of him. But she couldn’t. Her legs were kept tight by the pants snugged around her thighs. Fuck, he knew this would happen! His knees were on either side, outside of hers.  He was fucking her! “Uh! Uh!”
Christ! Someone was knocking at the door. Pos wasn’t stopping! “Yeah?” she answered, gutturally.
“Jani?” It was her Dad.
“What?” she asked. O fuck, he was hitting her cervix! He was watching her in the door mirror, watching her face, her tits as they bounced under her.
“Are you OK?”
“Yeah,” she answered, the word almost knocked out of her. “What? What… what is it?”

“Have you seen Pos?”
“No!” The word came out as a grunt.
The doorknob rattled. Jani meant to stand up but Pos grabbed her hair and yanked back, bending her slender back into a submissive arch, opening her belly fully to his thrusts. O fuck, she was going to cum!
“Jani?” Her Dad again. “Are you OK?”
“Jesus Dad,” she almost screamed. “It’s a woman thing, can you give me some privacy?”
“OK… ok…”

And then she came, pulsing on his cock. Pos held her, feeling her cunt alternately squeeze and release him, doing her woman thing to his penetration. Her fingers dug into the carpet. She was staring blankly at the ceiling as he held her head back, as she twitched. Her vision dimmed. O God! She couldn’t stop cumming. Her breathing was ragged, hoarse. And then, at last, her spasms slowed. He began thrusting again, hard and faster this time. “God, I’ve wanted this. I’ve been dreaming of your ass just like this, your beautiful little back all arched and copulative. You’re too old for anything else.”

And then he came. Her step-brother, the man who she almost despised, was spurting his juices into her belly. 120 dollars. O fuck, God, she was cumming again! The bastard. Don’t stop! He felt so good. She was dripping down her thighs and into her panties – a fucked and soaked woman. It felt so good. Why didn’t he stop squirting. Jesus, she was overflowing. And then, finally, he was done juicing her pussy. He let go of her hair and she fell forward, her ass in the air, her thighs still tightly closed by her soaked panties and pants. She felt Pos’s cock slowly slip out of her. He fell backward, sitting against the bottom of the bed. “Fuck…” he breathed.
She turned, pulling up her panties. She felt her pussy through them, as if making sure it was still there. She was catching her breath.

“Why are you crying?” Pos asked, catching his own breath.
Janine leaned forward and slapped him. He didn’t stop her. She slapped him again. He felt his jaw than reached behind him. “Here’s a teddy bear.”
Janine caught the bear.
She put it down and leaned forward, over it, and kissed him, hard. He kissed her in return. He put his hand at the back of her neck and didn’t let her go until both of them were breathless.
“I’ve never…” Janine gasped. “I’ve never cum before, having sex.”

Pos put his thumb against her bottom lip, then gently palmed her cheek. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
Janine laughed – a quick and short laugh. “No,” she moved forward, pushing her jeans off. She opened her legs, her knees to either side of his legs, and kneed forward until her soaked panties were over his hardening cock. She pushed her panties to one side and opened her glistening sex with two fingers.
“Again,” she whispered. “Put it in me.”
He reached for her tit. She slapped him.

“Pay me!” she hissed.
“Bitch!” he felt his cheek.

“Please,” she leaned forward and licked his hand and cheek. “Please, pay me. Please. I’m for sale…”
Pos understood. Finally. He understood.
He licked her neck in return. “I own you,” he growled.
“Only you,” she answered, tweaking her nipples as she swivelled her opening above his rigid cock. “Just you, Pos.”
Pos dug awkwardly into his back pocket and opened his wallet. He stuffed three twenties into her panties. “Don’t you have to go out?” he asked.
“Huhn!” she impaled herself on his cock.

:Will Crimson
November 30 2009

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Archigram is composed of Julien & Nicolas, two Parisian natives who discovered Detroit techno in the early 90’s. After they met, they started producing music, developing a style which is unique mix of dark & rock house music where angry guitars are mixed with cold keyboards, but it has a clubby feeling. They have released a handful of vinyls on the infamous french record label Crydamoure and have mixed their second compilation Waves II. Definitely a group to watch!

Mad Joe

Album Artist: Archigram
Release: 2001
Genre: French House

Tracklist:

1. Mad Joe
2. In Flight
3. In Flight [Raw Club Mix]

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Carnaval

Album Artist: Archigram
Release: 2002
Genre: French House

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1. Carnaval
2. Carnaval [Bring back the Rave! Mix]

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Doggystyle/Rhumba

Album Artist: Archigram/Le Knight Club
Release: 2003
Genre: French House

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1. Doggystyle
2. Rhumba

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Bella always had an unique relationship wit her daughter. They were more friends than mother and daughter.  So it was really no surprise when she received the most unusual wedding gift–porn.

Bella shook her head and almost fell into hysterics about seeing the vintage Lust of Blackula porn.  She didn’t know whether to toss the DVD in the garbage or continue in her fits of laughter.  But she knew Maria was going to ask if she watched the porn at some point.  Wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes, Bella figured she might as well keep the god-forsaken gift. It could’ve been worse.

Little did Maria know the DVD created an unforgettable evening with Bella and her new husband. There was nothing hotter than fucking doggystyle on the kitchen counter…

“I believe that Snoop Dogg’s brand is well known around the whole Globe from the business aspect, as well as the music aspect.  It was a plan that I put together strategically, it was something that happened along the way.”

Since emerging onto the scene alongside Dr. Dre in 1992, West Coast rapper Snoop Dogg has continued to expand in his music, as well as, becoming business savvy.

With countless movie roles under his belt, endorsements from businesses such as Chrysler 300, Orbit Gum, Boost Mobile and many more, Snoop continues to reinvent himself for the better as he has become embraced by the masses whether it relates to music or in general.

Asking the question “What’s My Name?” back in 1993, all can raise their hands now and answer Snoop Dogg as he has become a household name.

While promoting his 10^th studio album, Malice-N-Wonderland, the rapper was able to catch up with CNBC and have a sit down discussion with Maria Bartoromo as he spoke on his beginnings entering the game.

“The first thing I wanted to do was create my own sound and diverse look that was non-similar to anyone that was out or anyone that came out before me.  I wanted to also be different and diverse with the dialect that I used.  I didn’t want to sound like anybody and I didn’t want to use the same words.  I just had a strategic plan as far as just being original and just trying to find out could I really do something that was never done before?”

Most artists lack the balance to maintain the music and the money as Snoop said that he was unable to initially handle the politics of the game.  He was, however, able to trudge his way through.

“It was told to me that it was show business.  I always had the show, but I never had the business and once I got the business, now I’m the kind of show business.”

Never one to forget those that lent a helping hand, he made sure to give Dre a shout-out in regards to how he was able to gain such heavy exposure with the mainstream.

“Not for me because I had Dr. Dre assisting me, who is one of the greatest producers of all time and I basically just rode his coat-tail and performed to the best of my ability.  Through him, I shined and people recognized and they loved me after that.”

Able to see the ramifications of negativity, he added that his lifestyle as a youth made an abrupt transition once he was able to realize the potential that he had musically.

“I dibbled and dabbled into crime in the beginning stages of my adolescence as a young man and once I did I seen that was not the route I wanted to take.  I felt that I had too much intelligence and too much mind power to just continue to belittle myself and be put in that position so once I woke up and realized that there was more to me, I maximized my strength and started studying the great musicians and studying the great business-minded people so I could become who I am today.”

With almost 20 years in the game, Snoop has failed to miss any major steps in his career that he hasn’t been able to bounce back from.  As time progresses forward, Uncle Snoop is one that will remain timeless as he remains persistent with building his name and staying a commodity in today’s industry of entertainment.

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Paradise Hotel är tillbaka. Skandalsåpan återkommer i sofforna och ger en rejäl injektion av sex, sprit och skitsnack. Jag ordar inte om återkomsten så mycket.
Finns det en marknad så finns det.
Castingen är i vilket fall som helst outstanding.
Jag trodde inte att de fanns kvar, de här människorna:
Ta Andreas, den goa gubben från Göteborg som gillar att festa och ha kul.
På FRITIDEN jobbar han som modell och lite så. Eller, med hemelektronik.
“Det blir ligga av!”, är hans mest minnesvärda replik i första programmet.
Eller Stefan, som blir så nervös av alla tjejer att han glömmer bort vad han jobbar med och säger en annan killes yrke.
Och så Jackie då. Vilken guldgruva för TV6.
“Lägg lakanen över så kör vi doggystyle!”