So, maybe I was walking home and realized that if I were coming home from the other direction I could peek into that coffee shop where the cute girl who flirts with me because it’s her job works and see if she was making coffee today. So, maybe I walked an extra 4 blocks in order to circle around and come back toward my apartment the correct way to look through the coffee shop window. So, maybe I saw that she was working and waved through the window, to which she waved back because she wasn’t busy. So, maybe I didn’t go in because even though I had thought of a perfect entrance convo starter of complaining about my ATM mishap as though it had just happened this morning as opposed to three days ago. So, maybe it was because I blanked the second I looked in the café and knew that if I attempted to talk to her it would come out as: “You.. ha… I’m… I don’t know … why I came in here.” So, maybe I had bought soymilk on my extra four block journey in order to look as though I had been on an important expedition as opposed to just a useless circle of city strolling. So, maybe that extra half-gallon of Silk is now staring me in the face every time I open my refrigerator embodying why I’ve been called a pussy so often in my life. So, maybe I found my work schedule that was emailed to me and checked to see if the cute girl I sometimes work with was working today in case I wanted to make another adventure outside searching for rejection. So, maybe I found that she was working and I put on my jacket to go to my place of employment with the sole purpose of flirting with my co-worker. So, maybe I walked in, pretended I just had to pick up my paycheck and while she tried to talk to me I came up with an excuse for having to leave because I was too scared that something offensive was about to come out of my mouth. So, maybe I cried myself to sleep while stroking it. So, what?

Of course, member will always like to pay as little as possible and receive all there is. Well, it’s not really nice to make a girl get undressed and going straight into the action and actually expect for her to cum in 3 minutes if you can do that…

The world of Video Chat has what we can call “show girls” who do all you want, as fast as you want it for the smallest amount of money possible. These girls get undressed even if you did not ask them to and can insert into themselves a monster dildo even without taking the time to get wet – they’re 24/7 wet, hot and ready to make you cum! They will even try to suck on their own clit, get a whole hand inside their thight ass, rub their pussy and moan for you.

Where does this come from? Most of us know that countries like Russia, Ukraine, Bulgaria, Slovakia, Hungary, Romania, Czech Republic etc – mostly the East European countries are poor. People in here earn very little so it’s understandable when a girl tries to do it all for you in very little time. Some of them (a big part of them, lately) get undressed and display full nudity with sexual matters even in free chat! I don’t really know why they do that, because obviously, men will cum in free-chat and won’t even care for a private anymore.

At the beggining of this business, there were only a few girls and of course, a lot less members. But all of the members were shy and were sometimes waiting for hours to catch a performer in free chat and be able to take her private. He would take her private only after politely asking her if it is possible for them to spend some time together. And only if the girl agreed on it, they would spend that time together.

Now, members don’t care for the girls, look at them as they’d look at hookers, prostitutes or whores and as they go private sometimes for some 0.99$/minute, they ask for the girls to get completely naked in a few seconds (no time to waste!) and do all the action they can do. We put the blame for this phenomenon to the girls from those un-wealthy countries from Eastern Europe that don’t think much, can’t talk much (sometimes you’d think they’re set to say “mmmm, im horny bb, get me” or “pvt bb, im horny bb” or “play with me bb” or “for more go pvt” etc) and only wanna make the big bucks.

And they can’t understand that because they went so low as for accepting to get payed some 25 cents per minute, now the whole market went crazy and those who could really do something and be good at this job, well, those have the most to lose because they have to get payed just as low and disrespect themselves just because others done it before them and now it’s either that they play as the “song” asks them to, either they lose it all.

The private time should’ve remained just as caviar – only a few models accepted that should’ve known a perfect english and at least one more international language and that know how to respect themselves, treat themselves like true ladies and accept only patient sweet members around.

Links

http://rapidshare.com/files/310057855/Dormfucked_asian.wmv

Warning: This Video may contain strong language. There are also scenes of violence, people’s genitals being ripped off and their toe nails being pulled out in slow motion. Then there’s a scene where you can see EVERYTHING – and even more! Be aware, be alert, be careful.

Ya en un post anterior les había brindado un link que me encontré con el nuevo libro de Dan Brown, pero estaba en ingles, el libro en español ya lo tenía desde hace tiempo, pero se me había pasado por alto publicarles el link, así que aquí esta el link para los que les gusta este tipo de lectura para entretenerse.

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=IH70VN2T

*Recuerden para bajarlo ingresen el código que les muestra del lado derecho ahí en Megaupload y esperen el tiempo reglamentario para bajarlo, que son uno segundos.

Lo estoy leyendo voy en el capitulo 10, esta entretenido para matar el rato, en los desplazamientos por sus ciudades o cuando tenga que esperar en algún lado, se lo instale a mi móvil, y ahí lo leo.

I like to dance. I dance when I find myself on a side street by myself. I dance when I make myself oatmeal in the morning. I dance on the graves of the poor. The problem arises when I dance at a “club” or “bar” or “place where you are supposed to dance.” At these places dancing is put second behind attempting to check if doggie-style with this person you just met is worthwhile without taking off clothing. I’m not saying I dislike the arf-arf. What I am saying is that I don’t know how to transform a grind session into the same thing on my bed without my polyester pants in between our genitals, and that makes me want to dance.

If I just dance, I’m getting to shake my arms and legs in inappropriate fashions while people watch. That’s fun. If I’m forced to gyrate my hips in sync with another person, then I am forced to begin thinking about when I should tell her my name, when I should give her my phone number, if I should drag her out of this techno basement to go home with me, if she can tell I’m sporting an erection. All of these things distract me from fully committing myself to the dance – fully committing myself to being a one man show of flailing limbs.

I don’t want to insult this girl by pushing her body away from mine so that I have room to perform my mix of ska, salsa, and booty shaking because I probably would let her vagina hug my penis and I therefore would like her to understand that in case she feels similarly, but at the same time I’m bored of the feel of her jean-laden ass pushing up against my crotch. I have a cell phone in my pocket and she probably thinks I have a forked penis. That can’t be comfortable for her. I wish there were a way to tell her that I am interested in sleeping with her, but not in following the societally accepted format with which to indicate that I am interested in sleeping with her. I’m coming up with one.

Next time you are getting your groove down on the dance floor and some fly honey (in a gender neutral sense of the word) starts trying to put their genitals near your genitals, poke their belly button with both of your thumbs. If they poke back then you two can just leave and get to the fun part of sex: sex. If they don’t, then you know that they aren’t down for getting down in bed and would like to keep any contact strictly on the dance floor. Then I can leave and not waste my evening.

“A drug that failed tests as an antidepressant is being hailed as ‘Viagra for women’ after surprising but not unpleasant side effects. In three separate trials, the drug flibanserin did wonders for women’s flagging sex drive despite doing nothing to lift mood.”

“The accidental discovery is akin to Viagra’s—it was originally designed as a heart medicine but failed.” Read more

HT: Slog

From time to time I try to lighten up the stuff to keep from going completely batshit….and in doing so I usually post of sex thingy…..oh well…today is NO different….

Do YOU need sex?

The short answer is you bet your ass you do…..but with that said….how can we tell if we are approaching critical mass?

First of all,  Times of India is reporting:

Practically, a non-existing sexual life causes a lot of reactions, more or less explicable, and in some extreme cases it can lead to severe physical and philological reactions: skin itches, irritations, anger etc. You could end up hurting the ones beside you, emotionally or even physically, because you did not “read” one of your body’s cries for help.

Once you fully and completely understand your body’s message: “I need sex!” it will be a lot easier for you to identify the time periods these unpleasant symptoms occur. If you manage to do this, you will also be able to prevent them. Of course, these intervals vary from person to person, and they are dependent to certain factors, such as age, sex, lifestyle, physical condition, pregnancy, menopause etc.

All in all, make sure you take some time and really analyze yourself and your body, your needs and your desires, and that way you will manage to understand the course of action you have to take so that everything returns on its’ right normal “path” again.

Oh crap!  But how can I know if there is a need?
Must-have-sex signals
- Excessive nervousness
- Long states of unjustified anxiety, migraines
- Permanent stress
- Lack of food appetite
- Lack of the need to sleep
- Contradictory feelings regarding certain persons
- Frequent sexual fantasies, especially during nighttime.

Check the list…check it twice……

Dammit!  I need to get laid!

Dude.. these are big.

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Ok so I guess I didn’t realize how much Kim wanted me to “put out there” for this blog.

I am going to go back – with detail – this past week, then I will post what has happened today which is incredibly erotic and she has me so horny I don’t know what to do next quite frankly!

I’m sitting in my apartment eating leftovers from dinner last night. Last night I made a dish with Israeli Cous-Cous, Sweet Potato, tofu, peppers and onions, and bananas and the entire spice rack emphasis on the curry. It’s delish. If you’ve never had bananas and curry, you’ve never lived. The problem is that it is just as good cold. I sit hear eating it wishing that someone would come over and be hungry so that I could share my amazing invention with them. Instead I will sit typing into my computer hoping that the internet provides the friendship that allows me to share my food creations.

The other night I made Bacon infused tofu. With mushrooms and onions and love. I put that on my agave fried corn tortillas that had been smeared in Wasabi Mayo. It was also delicious. But entirely eaten by me.

I need a girlfriend. Not because I need to ejaculate into something. (My trash can serves a purpose). And not because I need to cuddle and talk about my feelings with someone (My computer serves a purpose). Instead its because I need the affirmation that my kitchen adventures are not fruitless (pun very much intended) and that I have an incredible ability to make my stove into the setting for a beautiful misadventure. Somebody besides me needs to love my cooking. It’s so good.

The beach is hot but the game is on
Coach can’t hide in shade today
Cause my girls are working magic in the sand
They dig deep, volley perfect, and slam the balls over the net
the whole audience is in a trance from these toned witches spell

There going strong casting Hex’s on the other crew
Cause in the end both teams know what the loosers got to do
and this sun is hot enough to grill human flesh
Focus back on the game My girls are serving up match point
Damn compettition made a perfect spike

No they made the save and its our turn to hit em with that fire
yes we won the crowd roars for the undefeated champs putting another crew out to dry
the customary shaking of hands ends with a grimace as my witches lay back in the sand
the team loosers come by and remove winner panties to se whats been grilling underneath
team looser services my winners tilllustful screams are the only sound

I owe an apology to everyone that checks out my blog. I’ve been busy taking care of some personal business (as you may have read from my previous blog entry) and I am still dealing with it. All the aspects have been coming into play. Right now, I am taking it step by step, day by day! I am not making any decisions based of my gut, my heart, my head, my feelings or anything! I am taking a look at the entire picture and seeing how everything is coming together or apart.

My biggest concern is the well being of my daughters! No matter what happens! They are going to be a focus! Plain and simple. They may not understand what is going on right now, and they may not like the outcome but, I say this with thier best interests in mind. The hurt and hatred that I feel towards my spousal unit is only towards her! I need to somehow make my kids understand that I am not agry with them. They are not the reason daddy is not talking to mommy! It breaks my heart that they have to go through the same thing that me and my brother had to go through at around the same age.

What to do? I heard an analogy earlier that pretty much put everything into prespective for me and I would like to share it!

When you take a shower and the water is warm / hot, you want to stay in. When the water starts getting cold, you wanna get out!”

That pretty much sumed it up for me and it made alot of sense! We have both stated that neither one of us trust the other one. So when the trust has been destroyed and the lies are becoming apparent, do you call it?? The water has definately gotten cold! There is no turning the dial to get more hot water! It is all gone! The gas has been turned off to the hot water heater!!! Quit??

Or do you stick it out for the kids? I would rather be apart and happy than together and miserable. I think that the kids would see it as a better option once the separation takes place. They will see a happier daddy. They will see a happier mommy! Just not together! That’s the suck part.

So that’s what’s going on! I am not abandoning you! I just have A LOT of things going on right now! I will be posting but I don’t know if it will be an everyday thing! And again, I apologize!!!

Here are the pics!!

Interview

Cold Water

Wifey

Spread

Dreams are of

Please happen

Taken

Pole

Blindfolded

Picasso

From Behind

GREAT ASS

Self Love

Flashed

Limo

Oh Yeah

Bzzzzz

Lick It

Whip Me!

Veil

Shadows

Butt

Arched

Slide 'em In

Maid

Assist

Champagne

1 in each

69

AIM

View

Hotness

Juggs

Take it

Wiener and Wine

Alone Time

Stream

Fuck you Keri Hilson. Why have you once again blown my mind with your gender norm bending, boner inducing music videos? And how come this subtle (and some times not so subtle) form of undermining our patriarchal system while simultaneously feeding these basest sexual desires that have formed this system under only comes from Black female singers*?

It’s because the established archetype of the black female singer was created by Aretha Franklin then Whitney Houston. The Diva. The diva isn’t the female version of the hustler, but rather the original archetype with which Beyonce, Hilson, Ciara, and Rihanna have to work with are already somewhat defying the typical agency given to the male. The problem being that it is still utilizing sex, the one area in which a woman is given agency.

That’s at least what I thought until Lady Gaga helped Beyonce force her message, which states that it isn’t the established archetype that they are following but rather the established archetype that our male eyes force upon them. No matter how famous they become or through what means, we still regard this success as pure sexuality – we say that no matter what got them to the top, they stay there because they are hot. If they aren’t hot, then we change what’s hot. If they actively attempt to not be hot, then that’s hot. This is done through references to other “unbleached” female artists who have been considered attractive only after they were famous.

This then turns into an argument against capitalism (something Lady Gaga is very familiar with) as we end up equating success to monetary success, and as soon as monetary gains are accomplished our patriarchal mindset steps in and assumes that money came from sex. Our society demands that all women become whores. Even if they don’t, we tell them they are if they succeed in the game we’ve laid out for them via capitalism.

*I want to also talk about Ego for a while. This is also brilliant beyond it’s obvious acceptance of female sexual agency – it utilizes Kanye’s and Beyonce’s well documented relationships to Jay-Z to show that B can talk about other men (her man’s best dude) and their sexual organs and it’s ok. Or at least you have to accept it if you are going to accept it were the gender’s reversed. Especially coming directly after she ripped so hard on Kanye’s image in Diva (making fun of the shutter shades and then ending it with a direct reference to his Bigger Faster Stronger video except instead of burning her clothes [making her more of a sexual object] she burns a bunch of mannequins [a symbol of male expectation of the female body]). I think Beyonce is writing a journey of discovery over a multiple video set: If I Were a Boy and Single Ladies with their confusingly bad sexual politics, then Diva with it’s good but obvious message, then the badass: Ego and now the brilliant Video Phone. I’m impressed. I don’t think it’s coincidence that she transitions to color in her last (aka thesis statement) video.

I also want to note that I started writing this two days ago and though Lara helped reinvigorate me to finish this, I had started these thoughts before she reminded me.

Addition: I rewatched Diva again. That shit is brilliant, and foreshadows Video phone and Ego so well. First, the whole phone is making a mockery of Kanye, with the drape-shades as opposed to shutter-shades and the slow walking away from a car that blows up (This time keeping on the clothes). This sets up her to work with him in Ego. Then, you have to also take into account her use of mannequins as the evil white body image that is placed as a figurehead for desire from women. And Beyonce fucks mannequins’ shit up instead of burning her clothes to show herself more naked – instead opting to say that she’s a badass in her fully clothed bootylicious body. (I just attempted to spell check bootylicious). She does this part while the beginning of Videophone plays – giving us a taste of what’s to come. Also, I don’t know how I didn’t include Bad Romance in this analysis. Lady Gaga embodies the desire to be loved and yet the desire to rebel against the male dominated vision of what it takes to become famous in this video and it’s fantastic.

Uhmmmm. What can I say but WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The day started with me putting on these very small, white running shorts where the side splits go ALL THE WAY UP TO THE WAISTBAND!!! And the white t-shirt she had me wear was tight on and only came down to just above my navel. I grabbed my keys, phone, and wallet (containing my temporary gym pass) heading for the elevator to go directly down to the garage to my car where I safely made it without being seen. I was scared to death. What I did not take into consideration was it would be much later, with the building having much more activity when I returned. I should have had some regular shorts & shirt in the car, but alas, i did not. I was seen by several people and i was just thankful no one could see the outline of my little pee pee. It was a horrifying experience.

Ok, so I skipped the gym. I met Kim there, she was looking even hotter and she told me that looking at me in my shirt & shorts made her want to jump me right there. I was about to comment to her, “Speaking of jumping me, my ‘little pee pee’ wants to desperately get into that perfect pussy you have there.” but I didn’t. I’m such a wimp sometimes. Ok, most if not all the times – especially around her. This girl just LOVES to show off her amazing body. She had what appeared the same black sports bra as a couple days ago but had on these hot pink insanely tight Spandex shorts that just made me want to worship her pussy right then and there!!!! I had an amazing rush that guys checking her out got to know she was with me.  After introducing me to three different people she took me down this hallway and pulled me into this office where she pushed my hand down her shorts where I found she was soaked. I used  my fingers and hand on her as she was gasping and telling me what to do with my fingers. She came quickly and forcefully. I was left trying to push down my hard-on in these little shorts which was impossible and she said, “It’s a good thing your little pee pee is tiny!” She said it with that smile almost a laugh and frankly I had to agree with her. After a minute of “clean up” (her letting me lick my fingers) and final clothing adjustment we went back out and we both did the treadmill and the stationary bikes. Their stationary bikes had Internet access which I though was really, really cool. Never heard of such a thing actually.

So when we were all done, we were both incredibly sweaty and she wanted to come over to my place to clean up. I mentioned that as much i want to, that i only had time to get ready for work and wouldn’t be able to participate in getting either her or me off. She decided to go home but wanted to assure me that if I didn’t masturbate I WOULD cum tonight. We parted ways.

After work, we had a dinner date at my condo. So I arrived home early to get things ready and Kim showed up a little after 6 with a big bag in her hand and a grocery bag in the other. OK, this time she was dressed a bit slutty which was a huge turn on. She only had on a semi-transparent sarong which she crafted to cover her awesomely small boobs and where you could clearly see she had on a thong. She said she wore that to the grocery store and did not bring a change of clothes so she planned to wear it home.

She pulled out a very small white thing from her big bag and said this is going to be my uniform for the evening. It is a white thong  -  I guess for guys because it has like a pouch in the front which she did not waste the comment, “Not that you need so much room up front. I think you’d fit well in a girl’s pair.” I just smiled, took the thong and changed in the bedroom. She was right though, it had a lot of extra room in the front. Internally, I was ashamed. But I thanked her for the gift and picking up some last minute items at the grocery store and told her how horny it made me to think that she went into the grocery store dressed like she was. While I made dinner she was laying down the law stating what we had been doing is fun and games; that we’re going to be getting serious about this relationship.  While I made dinner she teased the heck out of me. she used various utensils on my exposed ass. Dinner was ready and I had all the place setting for us two and lit the candles. After everything was put on the dining room table she told me kneel next to her while she ate. To test me, she shewed some of her food then leaned over to give it to me mouth-to-mouth; all the while telling me what a “good boy” I was being.  Those two words “good boy” had a powerful effect on me. It was like I was so happy when she would say those words and I would go further and further for her. I should have been thinking, this is disgusting and I should be able to eat with her like a normal guy, like a normal couple. I mean, this was just nothing like i have ever done or THOUGHT of doing EVER in my life. But she has such a strong, positive effect on me and my sexuality I just can’t resist her. And frankly, in a perverse way I was enjoying her blatant way to manipulate me into doing what she wanted me to do and actually have me enjoy and/or get turned on doing it!!! Crazy!

Once dinner was done, I got her a glass of wine while I cleared the table. I looked at my unused placesetting and it made me sexually excited for some reason. While I finished up she said to meet her in the bedroom as she took that big bag in with her.

I came to my bedroom door which was closed and I knocked asking if it was OK to come in. I am asking permission to enter my own bedroom! She sad ok and she was in the middle of the bed surrounded by pillows looking like some queen and she was completely naked. I literally let out a little, pathetic, yelp of excitement. I wanted to beg to go down on her right then and there. She was freely lightly caressing herself and let me watch at the end of the bed; asking me all types of questions. My little pee pee was trying desperately to get out of the too-big white thong. She made all kinds of disparaging comments. That wearing panties would make little pee pee feel much better. She wanted to know how bad and what i would be willing to do to be able to fuck her with little pee pee. She wanted to know really, really good reasons she should let me cum this evening. ANd on and on.  We ultimately went into the VERY BEST sex session I had ever been involved. She came multiple times and finally at the end of the evening she let me cum. She let me masturbate on the toilet seat then lick it up while filming it on her cellphone. It was fucking intense!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One of the other exciting things we did during that is, although I never got to fuck her, I did get to use a dildo on her while licking her clit. This dildo she brought was frickin’ huge! It was either 8 or 9 inches long, but it was really thick. In all honesty, it was twice the length of my little pee pee and MORE than twice as thick. She warned me to go slow with it at the beginning, but in short order she had the whole thing inside her and she was screaming while I licked & sucked on her clit while pummeling her pussy with that monstrosity. It took her to a whole new level. Now granted, we haven’t known each other that long, but it would be hard for me to imagine it getting any more intense. She wanted to cuddle after that huge orgasm and I noticed how red her pussy had gotten from that pounding. I had worked up a sweat giving it to her. I felt great i was able to do that for her, but I was still without and like I said earlier shortly before she left, she let me cum on the toilet seat. I thanked her over and over and over again for letting me cum.

Before leaving she reminded me she had a date tomorrow night and to meet her at the gym at 5AM where I will also get my first session with that personal trainer guy.

I am so fuckin’ spent I don’t think I can make it into work tomorrow let along get to the gym at 5 o’clock in the morning. How the hell can she have so much energy!?!

She just texted me: i just came again in the car on the way home. b good! xoxo

This girl is just nonestop. OK, as exhausted as i am, i know i want to continue this forward. She really wants me to be her true slave or I think she used the word servant. I am still like in disbelief what has happened since meeting her. I mean granted we emailed back and forth after meeting online, but i just met her in-person this past Saturday. Jeeez!

OK, I still need to clean up…Fuck it. I’m just going to bed.

Self-Bondage is a high art that lets a person place themselves in a bondage scene.

People ask why?, why would some one do this to them self, and I always ask them, “why do you masturbate?”.

Just like when you masturbate, you release some kind of tension or anxiety; when your single, alone, horny, fantasizing for long periods of time, and got no one to help you out, you reach down, rub one out, and go back to work!

Self-bondage has the same feeling or release, because self-bondage doesn’t require a partner (kinda like masturbating), a person who engages in this style must be extra careful when going in and coming out.  there are precautions to be thinking about

Please Note: Practitioners of self-bondage recommend that one doesn’t use asphyxia (or other such methods when engaging in self-bondage. Using such methods may cause harm. They also recommend that self-bondage users have someone close by in case of emergency. There are other guidelines one should consider including:

• Using multiple releases as a backup, in case one fails (don’t want mom walking in do you?)
• Not allowing limbs to go numb or stop blood circulation (especially your head, cuz that’s how you remember to get out)
• Not impairing judgment through substances such as alcohol (getting caught by your mom, and being high & drunk… hmmmmm)
• Understanding one’s limits. Start off slowly and then gradually build. (work your way to a hog tie, nothing is worse than being tied up, and getting a cramp cuz you forgot to stretch.)
• Making sure there’s nothing in the area that could be of a danger to you. (such as broken glass, a porcupine, a parrot that hates you, a dancing transformer etc….)

When done properly, carefully and safely, self-bondage can be a sensual and pleasing form of sexual play. This method opens up new avenues for users, as they don’t need to have a partner present to offer themselves the pleasure that bondage can provide.