Monday, May 30, 2011

Amateur Night at the Ox

So the photo here is of Mia Kirshner, canadian actress best known for her role on the L Word. That alone is worth a blog entry. But the reason I posted this image is because it reminds me of  time in Missoula when my girlfriend and I went to one of the two strip clubs in town. 

It's important to note that there were two strip clubs in Missoula at the time. One was on the far edge of town, where the main shopping boulevard with all the chain stores intersects the highway. This was next to a gas station and truck stop. So it was the type of strip joint with long-haul truckers a strippers with tattoos and stretch marks. The other strip club was also a little rough on the edges, because it was in the back of the Ox, a historic saloon in the heart of Missoula's old downtown. But being only a few blocks from the university campus, it was not only a popular hang out for smoke jumpers, bikers, lumberjacks, and locals, but especially students.  

Half the students who went there also danced for tips that helped pay tuition and books. They had weekly amateur nights, and my new girlfriend and I happened upon the strip club in the back of the Ox on just such a night. 

I should also note that this girlfriend and I were on our second date--that point when we weren't really going out "officially" but knew there was an attraction and that we wanted to keep going. The thing was, we hardly knew anything about the other or how far we would go. It's one of the best parts of a relationship--that giddy, daring moment of bravado and double dares. When someone doesn't know you, you can be anyone. And when you want them to like you, you'll do just about anything to impress. 

After a few drinks, she spontaneously decided she'd put her name on the list and be the next amateur dancer. I remember all the other girls who had prepared for the night had carefully picked out sexy lingerie. She had not. But it didn't stop her and only seemed to make the dudes in the audience cheer her on more as she stripped off her shirt and then bra, and danced topless in her skirt and nylons. She then slipped off her skirt and threw it at me. She was wearing only nylons, which wouldn't have been very sexy, except for the fact that she wasn't wearing any panties underneath. This is how she'd dressed for our date, and told me a lot about her. 

As she danced in just her nylons, we could all she the patch of dark hair. The other strippers had shaved theirs, and the sight of natural hair seemed even more rare and erotic. The room was going nuts. She had all the guys clapping and cheering as she took her final walk down the stage and pulled down her nylons, flashing her bush. They loved it, and I felt like I'd learned more about her in one two-minute song than if we'd had two dozen dates. 

The sex we had that night would be the first of very hot, passionate sex over the next couple years that we were in at the University of Montana. 


Marge Monday: The Cool Moms

In the episode, "Moms I'd like to forget."

When Bart battles in the annual 4th grade vs. 5th grade dogeball game, he discovers that he and his rival both have matching scars of swords on their hands. This leads the boys to uncover the story of their early days, when their mothers were close friends and the boys were a double-dog-dare pack of trouble-makers.


Marge explains that when Bart was in preschool, he was in a "Mommy and Me class" with three other kids. Marge became very close with the other mothers, and they became "the Cool Moms." 

Marge wonders why she never socializes with the group of mothers, and when she rejoins them, realizes how much fun she had. Homer and the other husbands are not as thrilled and wait hours in the backyard, bored and silent, as their wives catch up on old times. Bart realizes that the group of dare-devil boys leads to escalating stunts of bravado and injury. Both he and Homer wish things could go back to the way they were, but Marge is thrilled with her new social life.



Marge and her friends decide to get together every Tuesday. Meeting with the other kids every week, the boys' antics become more and more dangerous, so Bart decides to break up the group.


When Marge catches him with explosives, he confesses to his plan. She confronts the other moms, but when they suggest that Bart has always been the bad influence, Marge is furious, and realizes why she left the group in the first place. After she storms off, one of the moms turns to the group and say, "Well now that she's gone," and they all start making out. 


It's one of the most surprisingly sexual endings in the entire Simpson's series.  The idea that a group of otherwise proper suburban mothers is not a book club, but actually a Tuesday afternoon excuse to get together for sex. The implication of the final dialog is that Marge didn't know of their sexual activities, and "now that she's gone," they can resume their sapphic circle. However, it could just as easily be inferred that Marge always knew, and even participated in the Cool Moms' Tuesday hook-ups. The last line could have meant that now that the fight is over and angry Marge has chosen to leave, they can get back to what they'd planned all along. Had Marge not arrived in a fit, she would have joined them as usual, as seen here in this fantastic fan image.


Just the tip

She loves it when he puts in just the tip, dipping it in to catch her juices, then wet, rubbing the soft tip of his cock up and down against her clitoris. Sometimes he'll rub his cock in small circles around her lips. She loves this. And sometimes she likes it most to lie back, close her eyes, and feel him inside her by just the very tip, and feel the vibration of his body as he jerks himself off. She can hear by his grunts and the pace of his hand when he is about to cum. She can guess it down to the second, and this makes her even more wet in anticipation of his load exploding, not deep inside of her, but on the surface of her most sensitive skin, where she can feel it most.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Is that a banana?

What the hell is he holding?

Tent Time

Is there anything sexier than fucking in a tent?

Saturday, May 28, 2011

A beautiful sight

This is a beautiful sight to wake up to. Hanging out in bed, laid back. She smiles, just enough, to let you know she's game if you are. How nice to lay your  head on her thigh, inhale her scent, and then slide closer for a taste.


Emailing

Ever wonder how many people read and send emails without any pants?

Friday, May 27, 2011

Self Snap with ski hat


Long Love Super-8!

A shot of a super-8 camera taken with Polaroid film. Love the new modern retro. Sexy!

photo by Nick Suarez

Museum Nudes

Museums are a great place to see nudes!

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Her POV

With her digital camera, she takes a shot from her POV (point of view). Then she sends it to me, to show me what she's seeing while kicking back on her bed, and what I'm missing, and what, we could be sharing, if together. 

Sigh.


After her swim

After skinny dipping, you usually don't have a towel, so you stand in the sun, and let the water slowly evaporate. It is one of the best sensations a person can ever feel. 

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Three for Me

Two in front, one in back. Yes, please. Three for me.

Quick Lift

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Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Ride Home

She was asking her boyfriend to give her a ride home. This is how she convinced him.

Pickup Girl

Oh country girls. So badass.


Monday, May 23, 2011

Puget Sound

Marge Monday

Homer had a surprise for Marge on her birthday. It was intended as a gift to Marge, but Homer has a habit of giving her presents that actually he really wants. Like the one time he gave her a new bowling ball fitted to his fingers and with his name already inscribed. 

That selfish act caused Marge to take the ball, despite Homer, and try to bowl. At Barney's Bowlarama she met Jacques, a smooth-talking Frenchman, who gives Marge free lessons. Jacques makes his moves slowly in the seduction of Marge, first with a gift of a personalized bowling glove, and then an invitation to brunch.  He invites her for a second date, but at the last minute, Marge makes a fateful decision to go to Homer at work in the nuclear power plant, where he picks her up, and packs her out the door to his parked car for a quickie.

Since then, Marge and Homer have made a great attempt to keep their sex life both committed and passionate. They've tried lingerie and toys, and wonderful vacation sex. Homer, not the brightest, but who has some leanings toward inventing (self-hammering hammer), has come up with with a DIY home glory hole scenario which he can't wait to try out with Marge. It might be as much a gift for him as for her. But this time, she's not complaining.  

Sunday, May 22, 2011

My Changing Room

I love being far enough out on a road trip or camping trip to have the outdoors as my changing room.

Her turn, her view

 As he went down between her legs, she could see the two of them in the closet mirror. The more he licked, the more turned on she became. She loved seeing his head nodding between her bent legs. She reached for the camera. He'd taken pictures of her naked and having sex. It was her turn, her view. She held the camera in one hand and aimed. With the other, she pushed his head harder into her pussy.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

While Taking Wedding Photos

There's never enough time when a wedding is about to happen. The closer to the Big Day, the more things there are to do. Flowers, and cantering details, and photos. Oh god, the photos, we're late for that. The photographer is on the beach, waiting. He's brought out a chair and has all this fancy equipment. The bride, running behind from the manicure and hair, has to hurry. Hurry hurry hurry! Just slip on the dress. No time for all the fancy lingerie she's picked out to wear. Don't need it for the photo of the dress. 

So slip it on, dash to the beach. Do the traditional shots. Standing, looking back over shoulder. With flowers, without. With Maid of Honor, without. Sitting. Maid of Honor standing behind. Now the Maid of Honor has to dash back up to take care of a delivery. Sitting alone. That's it. That should be all the shots we need. He looks down at his camera and scrolls through the dozens of shots he's just made. 

"What about this," says the bride to the hired photographer. 

He looks up form his camera. He is frozen in shock. She's pulled up her dress. She has freshly shaved herself as a surprise for her new husband. A little something unexpected for their honeymoon. To have a photo would also be unexpected, and something they could remember for their wedding. 


Ironhead Sportster

A classic Ironhead Sportster, with a beautiful girl, out in the desert, posing topless for a picture, her legs spread enough to reveal that she's not wearing panties under her cut-off shorts. She has perfectly round, firm breasts in an era years before implants.  This has got to be every biker's ultimate fantasy. I'll count myself in.


Friday, May 20, 2011

Casual

Just casually hanging out on a warm spring day. Feels like summer. 
So Nice.

The Staff Plunge--A skinny dipping tradition

There is a summer camp in Central Oregon owned by the Museum of Science and Industry (OMSI), called Camp Hancock. It started back in the 50s, and after six decades the camp has developed its own culture and traditions. Kids who went there in the 50s as campers, returned in the 60s as counselors, who then sent their kids to be campers, who then became counsellors, who are now at the age to start sending their kids to be campers. The stories, the songs, the rites of passage are handed down. And what is summer camp, really, besides a rite of passage?

There is one spot on the river where the counselors take the campers every day to swim. Temperatures can easily hit 100 in the summer, so during the afternoon heat, swimming has become a camp staple. But recent years, as the camp has become more professional and regulated, the swimming has changed with the times. Now the staff have to put out ropes with floaters to mark the shallow water and no camper is allowed to go in over their head. But one tradition has remained: each year, before the camp begins, the new counsellors are taken to the river where they are instructed by the senior counselors to strip and run into to the water as a group. It's an initiation ceremony, a camp baptism, and--in 100 degree weather--a lot of fun. No one forgets their first plunge, and it bonds the group not only for the summer, but for life.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Strip Poker

They were playing strip poker and it was starting to get really interesting.

Myth Busting: Earth Mammas, Punks and the Girl Nextdoor

During the winter months of long sleeves and sweaters, Kate had been letting her underarm hair grow between shavings. When it came time for spring, she decided she needed to shave her armpits bare, not because she personally minded her own hair, but because she didn't like the association of hair and types of women who didn't shave. 

She said the only woman she knew who didn't shave was a an aging hippie-type, who Kate found not very sexy. Kate associated underarm hair with a complete grouping of other personal fashion, tastes, and hygiene, such as dreadlocks, tattoos, and piercings. She thought of older saggy overweight hippie earth mammas and, contemporarily, gothy punk grrrl power chicks. Kate considered herself an average, American girl. She was from the rural Midwest, and she didn't have tattoos, piercings, or pink punk hair. She, in fact, liked wearing cute sundresses, heels, and makeup. She loved being feminine and fashionable. She freely admitted to reading Vogue and shopping for purses and shoes. 

She felt that none of the pretty, and popular girls of high school and college ever let their hair grow. She had no examples, no role models. She assumed it never happened. She was wrong.

There is a new movement of young women who are gaining confidence to let their hair grow naturally. A new generation of self-empowered girls of high self-eteem who don't let boys, or fellow females, tell them how to define their own sense of beauty and self-worth. When Kate saw that girls who looked like her and dressed like her had the confidence to let their hair grow, she was inspired. She realized that some girls have tattoos and piercings and don't shave, and that's fine, but that she could also not shave, and didn't have to go goth or punk or grrrl power. Putting down her razor was all she wanted to do and not feel embarrassed or ashamed. 

She thinks the little tuffs of curls under her arms are cute. She has her sundresses and her makeup, still. She just feels more like being herself is ok. She hopes other girls like her, in the gym, in the office, can see professional young women like herself and also feel empowered not to conform to a daily obligation of shaving.

She hasn't totally stopped shaving. She just doesn't feel the pressure to do it all the time. Now, she'll let the stubble grow out a few weeks, and then, if she feels like it, shave it off and start over. The best part is, the more comfortable she is with her own body, the less she worries and even has to think about it. 






Very beautiful and inspiring young women are joining a growing movement to let go of the razor.
All images from Hairy Pits Club.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Cupped

He loves it when she cups his balls in one hand while wrapping the other hand firmly around his hard cock and slowly stroking him. With the right pressure and grip, she'll make him cum on her stomach, which she will them let dry in the sun.

Polaroid Find

What an incredible Polaroid find. These images are clearly vintage (wood panel walls, plaid couch, and even the white "torpedo" style vibrator). Yet, she is so pretty, and so contemporary looking. If not for the  background and props, she could be a super hottie today. 

She must have been so progressive for her time, shaving, and using a toy in her back, and letting herself be photographed. I love the last image where she has the vibe deep up her ass, and raises her legs back and with her free hand spreads her pussy lips, and looks at the camera, eyes mostly closed, as if to say, "I hope you're fucking enjoying this, because I sure am."



Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Team Spirit

The girls team at an away competition show their team spirit. 

Shower Fresh

Fresh from the shower, she snaps a few of herself in the bathroom mirror, her hair wet and smelling slightly of soap. The question: is she snapping for herself, or someone she'll text? Someone who is crazy for her.



From the fantastic blog Hairy Pits Club.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Marge Monday

This fan-drawn image might be a bit rough--but I love the concept. Marge has purchased herself a new pink nightie, which she models for Homer. What husband wouldn't fantasize about their wife doing this? Go Marge!

Pearlsnaps and stockings

Pearlsnaps and silk stockings. She's got great fashion sense. A perfect contradiction can sometimes be a perfect compliment. 

Sunday, May 15, 2011

The River Trip

There was that trip they took in college during the break, three weeks on the river. It was warm and they wore little or no clothes. They ate by campfire, slept under the stars, and played guitar for their music. They hiked on side trips and rafted big rapids. And mostly, they just hung out. 

It seemed like a long time, every day seemed like a year of living. Now, it is long passed. Three mere weeks a blink of an eye. But a few photos, and the memories, remain.



Lunch on deck

Sometimes the very slightest of peeks are the sexiest of all.

In Front Of The Mirror

Perhaps the only thing sexier than making love in front of a mirror, is taking photos of yourself making love in front of a mirror!

Many thanks to this super sexy couple.


Saturday, May 14, 2011

His View

His view of his wife riding another man's cock.

Thursday, May 12, 2011

Sneaky in the Park

A sneaky moment in the park. A couple, mostly concealed, looks like they are sharing a little relaxing nap from a distance. Closer, their secret is revealed.

Dress for a reason

When she's dressed like this, she's dressed for one reason. 

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Like Adam and Eve

Wouldn't it be fun to be able to fuck like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, before there was the concept of sin and guilt and shame?

Big Sky Girl

She grew up on a ranch. It was pretty remote: their property alone was 40,000 acres, not even a big ranch by Montana standards, it bordered another larger ranch to the east and the National Forest to the west, which was more than a million acres of wilderness. The drive to school was at least an hour, the first half by gravel road. She went to high school in town, and was friends with all the other ranch kids. But it seemed, in summer, when school was out and everyone went to work, that she'd go all summer without seeing anyone but her parents and her horse. 

Sometimes, on really hot summer afternoons, when she was alone with her horse, she liked to strip naked and wander, and ride, or skinny dip in the creek. It was her secret she kept until left the ranch for college. She attended Montana State in Bozeman. After her Freshman year, she brought home a boyfriend to meet her parents. When she took him riding up in the hills near an old homestead, she decided to tell him her secret. She showed him how she used to ride as a young teen, and hoped he'd understand. He did, and wanted to snap her photo, posed by her horse, so they would always remember their first ride together, when they were married and older. 

When she looks at the photos, she doesn't see herself as the girl on the date that would become the woman who married and raised kids. She sees herself, a happy, but very alone girl, with her best friend, her horse. So innocent and young.