Forced to watch

She really liked watching herself make love with him. She liked it even more when he took her, and forced her to watch herself being taken. 

Roles

One dressed, one naked. One taking, one being taken. So hot. How else can you describe this photo but so fucking hot?

Sarong

Spring Weather

Ah, Spring weather has everyone wearing less clothes. Winter's pale skin leaves fast tan lines.

Spring Break Beach

She told her mom that Spring break was relaxing. She didn't do much but just lay back and soak up some sun. She could have gone to a party beach like Daytona, Ft Lauderdale, Cabo, but she preferred the quiet ones, off the beaten path. 

Marge Monday

Marge gives Homer a hallway come hither.

"Oh Homer, it's time to come to bed...."

Spring Break!

Ah, college girlfriend on spring break. How sweet it is.

Ski Free!

I bet this is one of the greatest ways to feel totally free. There is nothing more thrilling than a warm spring day on the mountains. Even though there is snow all around, the air feels like spring and the reflection of the sun on snow is bright and warm on the skin. 

Sweet Bettie

Bangs, blue eyes, and boobs. Bettie Page is perhaps the greatest pin-up of all time. 


She was born April 22, 1923, in Nashville to Edna Mae (Pirtle) and Walter Roy Page, the second of six children. Bettie's family was poor, and they travelled from city to city when she was a child. When they returned to Tennessee, her father was in and out of trouble (and jail), so her mother divorced him in the early 1930's. 

Bettie Page yearbook

A good student and debate team member at Hume-Fogg High School, she was voted "Most Likely to Succeed." On June 6, 1940, Page graduated as the salutatorian of her high school class with a scholarship.


She then went to George Peabody College for Teachers. She married her first husband Billy Neal in 1943 (their stormy relationship ended in 1947). Bettie got her bachelor's degree in 1944.


From 1952 through 1957, she posed for photographer Irving Klaw for mail-order photographs with pin-up, bondage or sadomasochistic themes, making her the first famous bondage model and the defining icon of dominatrix. 
In 1955, Bettie won the title "Miss Pinup Girl of the World". She also became known as "The Queen of Curves" and "The Dark Angel". While pin-up and glamour models frequently have careers measured in months, Page was in demand for several years, continuing to model until 1957.


She was PLAYBOY'S Miss January of 1955. She did not pose for Playboy per se -- the fledgling magazine bought an existing shot from photographer Bunny Yeager. In addition to appearing in about 50 "loops" (short films made by the Klaw studios), she danced in three feature-length burlesque films: Striporama (1953), Varietease (1954), and Teaserama (1955).  


Bettie left New York in December 1957 and traveled to Miami. That month, she posed for a few amateur photos that were published in a skin diving magazine the following year. It was her final modeling experience. She married former boyfriend Armond Walterson in 1958 on Key West, but soon encountered financial and marital problems. On New Year's Eve of that year, she walked into a church service on a whim, and became devoutly religious thereafter. 


Over the next few years, Bettie left her husband, attended Bible colleges in L.A., Chicago, and Portland and had a series of secretarial jobs. She eventually returned to Tennessee and briefly remarried Billy Neal. In 1966 Bettie went back to Florida and met her third husband, Harry Lear. They married in 1967 and divorced in 1972, but she continued living in his house in Hialeah until 1978, when she moved out to California to stay with her brother Jimmie. 


Bettie lived in California where she enjoyed a private life. She returned to the spotlight of fame in the 80s and 90s following several media stories, including an E! True Hollywood. She hired a law firm to represent her estate, where she was able to reclaim the licensing control of her image. And in her last years, finally received some of the financial rewards of her popularity. She died on December 11, 2008, at age 85.


Her legacy lives on.

VooDoo Doughnuts

A fun place in Portland. A real sense of style.

Rainbow Hotsprings

My freshman year of college, we all signed up for different orientation trips. In groups of 7-10 new students, we took backpacking trips around Colorado. The one I picked had a hot springs. I was pretty shy 18 year old, and inexperienced.

After hiking with the group for a few days we all got to be friends and when we finally arrived at the secluded hot springs, we didn't think twice about stripping off our sweaty and dirty backpacking clothes and just soaking nude. It didn't seem at all sexual. I wasn't attracted to anyone on that trip. There wasn't even any real flirting going on. Maybe we were all too tired. All I remember is how nice it felt to soak in the warm water and ease the muscles and swollen feet. 

I remember taking some photos with my nice camera that had been a high school graduation gift and was loaded with slide film. This was the early '90s, I don't think any of us had a sense of how quickly the world was about to change. I didn't feel nostalgic when taking the slide, but I do when I look at it now. I can't even remember the names of the three girls, although we all seemed like friends forever then, and so close sleeping and dressing and eating and bathing together. 

It was the first or second week in October, the time when the Aspen in Colorado turn. It lasts only a week. It is the most beautiful time, if you can catch it.

Sexy Couple at the Coast

What a sexy couple. What an amazing woman who can stand naked on the beach, take a swig of wine from the bottle with one hand, while gripping her boyfriend's erection in the other. 

I love when a picture tells a story of the present moment and implies a story of the future. Clearly they are going to have sex in the near future, but there are so many tantalizing questions: Is there anyone else on the beach? Are they alone or being exhibitionists for hungry voyeurs? Will she give him a hand job just like that, standing there, drinking and make him shoot his load on the sand? Will she set down the wine and give him a blow job? Or make him cum on her beautiful full breasts? How drunk will they be? Will she use the empty wine bottle like a sex toy? In the front? Will she put it in her ass?  Will she get on her knees and let him take her from behind? In the ass?  Maybe she fantasies about two men at once. Maybe she pretends the wine bottle is a penis and sucks on it as she is getting pounded in the ass by her boyfriend. Or maybe, just drunk enough, they wave the anonymous guy over who has been watching them, also naked, with a raging hard-on. Maybe she likes the look of that cock, and wants to feel it, too. 

So many sexy possibilities. 

Cooking at home

Cooking at home in her tiny apartment meant she didn't have to get dressed all the way. 

Marge Monday

Beauty

What a beautiful image of a beautiful woman--the black stockings matching her black hair, her lips so red. Her breasts perfectly shaped, and her triangle of curls so soft and inviting.  So lovely. 

Daisy Chain

As young girls, they'd made daisy chains, stringing daisies together from head to a hole in the stem. They'd heard the term used in college. It was rumored that the entire girl's ultimate frisbee team had done a daisy chain, and that they'd had t-shirts printed up with a depiction of figures linked together in a ring around a frisbee. 

Ashley, Kate, and Mackenzie weren't on the frisbee team. They were mathletes. Yes, the smart girls that had always been teased for not only being good at math, but actually enjoying it. Being on the team also meant traveling out of town to other schools for tournaments. Because the mathalete team wasn't well funded, they shared a hotel room. It had one queen sized bed and one giant king sized bed. The king-bed was large enough for all three of them. 

Being bored in the hotel room, and having an entire evening to kill, and after talking about the women's ultimate team, they decided they need to do something memorable. They decided to try out a daisy chain. 

Spring on Campus

Spring on campus is one of the prettiest sights ever. Everyone wears their light summer clothes, and sits out on the quads as they cram for finals. Used to wearing layers and layers of clothes, some girls don't realize when their spring clothing is actually showing. Or maybe they do. Because a light breeze and un on bare skin feels beautiful.

Shaggin Wagon

Ah, the custom van craze of the 70s. 

For better and for worse this trend had passed. As some recall, every "dirtbag and the their uncle" had a custom van complete with air-brushed mural on sides, chrome wheels, all sorts of attachments, and of course, shag carpet and the seat that folded down to a bed for "getting it on." And who can forget the poetry of: "If the vans a'rockin', don't come a'knockin'." 

Popular with musicians to haul gear, surfers to haul boards, stoners to have moveable party pads, and creep-os to try to score with chicks. But, with the distance of a couple decades, we can look back on a purely aesthetic level, and laugh, and then say, man, that kinda looks fun. 

Jeans, no panties

Wearing jeans without panties: very sexy.

Night Dare

Sometimes night brings out a little more courage to do things we wouldn't in the day. Like dares to skinny dip, to leap into the water, buck naked, for the sheer joy of it.

First push

Is there anything sweeter than that very first push?

Beach House

My grandparents used to have a beach house. When they weren't using it, they let any of the family members use it. During college, I'd often go their on my breaks. One year, I brought my friend Allie.

Since she was my guest, I gave her the master bedroom, which was the largest bedroom and faced the ocean. It had a sliding glass door that lead onto a small balcony. (The ground floor had a larger deck with the BBQ and deck table and chairs where we all hung out, ate and drank). The guest bedroom was also on the second floor, but didn't face the ocean.  There was also a bathroom on the second floor, with a small window.

The balcony, being on the second floor and facing the ocean, was essentially private. Standing on it, you could look down on people on the deck or beach, but from below, you couldn't see up. For this reason the small balcony felt very private. So it wasn't that surprising when I noticed that Allie was relaxing on the deck chair sunning European style. Since she was just kicked back, and soaking up sun, I didn't think much of it.

After I took my shower, and while drying off, I couldn't help but glance out the small window to see if Allie was still taking a European sunbath. To my surprise, she'd slipped her hands into her bikini bottoms, and was slowly rubbing herself. I couldn't help but stay at the window and watch, letting my hand find my own body, and match her rhythm all the way to a silent shared orgasm.

Studying Late

If I learned one thing in college, it's that everyone likes sex, however, the cheerleader types liked sex because they could use it to leverage popularity or social power; the smart nerdy straight A girls liked sex for the sake of sex. My girlfriend was the later, putting all her sexual energy into having great creative, spontaneous sex. She wasn't considered the hottest most popular girl on campus, but she had a sexual side of her that only I knew.

Once, we were studying late at the campus library, and by midnight were getting a little punchy and ready to go back to her dorm or mine. Ready for some sleep. While walking across campus, she mentioned that she wasn't wearing underwear. I told her to show me, and we did a quick flash photo. 

We walked back to her dorm faster now, knowing she was naked under her thin dress and growing wetter with anticipation. We barely had the dorm door shut before we were together, my pants down, her dress up, and the books scatted on the floor.

Helping hand

Her husband gives her and her girlfriend a helping hand with their toy.

Once More to the Lake

Taken When Tied

She loved to be tied to the headboard, on her stomach. She loved it when I lubed her up in anticipation. When I took her how I wanted, slowly at first as she was so tight, then gradually building in force, until we were both sweaty and moaning and fucking hard. I'd grab a fist of her hair and talk dirty to her. She would let herself go in the fantasy of being taken. 

Finished

After she's made herself orgasm with her toy.

Marge Monday

Marge meets Homer at the door wearing only her shoes and necklace. Homer, instantly turned on, grabs her, and packs her off to bed. Marge giggles. 

Fall Out Flash

At the beach, they didn't have as much privacy as they'd hoped. But she did lean over, and pulling her shirt back, let her breast fall out for him, and anyone looking their way, to see for one beautiful moment. 

Smart Girl

Q: What is sexier than a smart girl with glasses and a book? 

A: A smart girl with glasses, a book, and no underwear.

Ski season draws to a close

Ski season is drawing to a close. A good time to celebrate all the lovely sexy people who made the cold winter sport a little bit hotter.

Last day of Ski Season

So it's the last weekend of ski season here in the Colorado Rockies. Rocks and twigs are showing through the slushy snow. But these final days, when most have called it quits weeks ago, are perfect for a slower, more relaxed pace. In the noon-time sun, the sky is bright, and the snow reflects, making a 38 degree day at 11,000 feet feel like a 75 degree day at the beach. A perfect time to slid over a secluded knoll and have a little sun break.

Just Boobs

Whoops

It was such a warm, spring day on campus that she'd put on a white cotton skirt and no panties. 

Rock and Roll

There's something pretty rock and roll about this image to me: the scissor-cropped bush, the pierced clit, and the toy she straddles. This image seems to tell a story of what just happened and what's about to happen next. Love it.

 

Vacation Motel

We couldn't afford a fancy motel. We were young and in love. We got one of the cheapest motels we could find in the small Mexican town on the beach. We were the only gringos. She was getting a tan quickly. And whenever back in our room, we never wore clothes and made love all the time. 

Country Girl

Girls who grow up in the country find ways of entertaining themselves.

Beautiful Morning

She sleeps in just a t-shirt. In the morning, she pulls back the sheets and looks at the early light pouring in from the windows. It looks like it's going to be a beautiful day.

Stimulation

Some might think this is over-stimulation, but Heather really liked having all her senses filled at once. She'd slip into her favorite lingerie, get out her toy, and put on her favorite music, blasting in her ears. To complete her sensory trip into total pleasure, she wanted a thick cock in her mouth to suck and another hard one filling her up in the back.

Marge Monday

Homer and Marge enjoy a quickie on the kitchen floor while the kids are with their aunt Selma at the Duff Garden's theme park. With Maggie down for her nap and the whole house to themselves, they can take their love making out of the bedroom.

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Pool Hours

The pool hours at the motel were 'til 10pm. They snuck in well after 10.

Our Old Place

When we moved, and had everything packed up in boxes and carried down to our car, we took a moment to stand in our old apartment, now totally bare. The sun lit the woodfloors. We'd loved this place, the woodfloors and old fixtures. So many memories of our relationship when it was just starting. So much good sex.  We felt a twinge of arousal and sadness as we looked at our now vacant home, remembering the times we made love on the couch, and in the bathtub, and even the kitchen counter. No furniture anymore, no traces of our passion. We wanted to take a few last snapshots to remember. She posed for me. And seeing her, legs open, and inviting, sparked our final passionate love making session in our old place right on the bare wood floor.

Abandoned TV

So they were walking on a warm evening when they came across an abandoned TV. It seemed like a good opportunity for a quick picture.

Dogging

"Dogging," apparently, was invented by the British. In the simplest terms, Dogging is a British euphemism for engaging in sexual acts, or watching others do so, in a semi-public place (typically a secluded park, highway rest stop, or empty parking lot).


The sex can be anything from a couple putting on a show from inside their car, to sex on the grass or a nearby picnic table while others watch, to an open invitation for all to join in. Dogging involves exhibitionism and voyeurism and both the danger and thrill of anonymous group sex. The voyeurs are often middle-aged men looking for some action. The couple is often looking for the attention of such eager men. It is often driven by a husband wanting to see his wife engage in sex with multiple partners, and be seen as the center of attention. This term is sometimes called a "hot wife," and is a common fantasy men project onto their wife that she is a sex-craved nymphomaniac. In some cases, the woman just might be, and enjoys the attention and pleasure of the various random sex partners as much (or more) than her husband. It's not really clear, or documented, if any single women dog on their own.

The trend in England was first reported by the BBC in 2003. A survey taken by one researcher at Harper Adams University College found that dogging was so popular that 60% of county parks were affected by it.

No one can say exactly where the term came from. Dogging likely derives from the term 'walking the dog,' ie a dog walker is strolling in a park in the evening and stumbles across a couple in the bushes. Perhaps the dog owner lingered to watch a while. And perhaps the couple had come to the park to have sex with the distinct possibility of being caught in the act. Another suggestion is that dogging comes from the sexual behavior of dogs, that they may gather into packs, and when a female is in heat, the males may group around her and take turns.

Like any group activity, there seems to be some basic protocol. When a couple pulls up to a parking spot and switches on the interior light, it's a signal for others to come watch. If they open the window then this is a signal that they'd invite the guys to reach in for a touch, or that the wife might lean out and share some blow jobs. If they open the door, this is the signal that they want the guy(s) to join in. And if the woman gets out of the car and bends over the hood, or lays back on a nearby picnic table, then not much more needs to be said.