Friday, January 31, 2014
Thursday, January 30, 2014
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Monday, January 27, 2014
The Lovely Edith, Once Again
Always excited and happy to feature another outstanding image of one of my favorite contemporary art models, Edith J.
This is an image beautiful enough for Bob Dylan to write a song about. Or maybe he did. And if you're traveling to the North Country fair, where the wind blows heavy on the borderline...
This is an image beautiful enough for Bob Dylan to write a song about. Or maybe he did. And if you're traveling to the North Country fair, where the wind blows heavy on the borderline...
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Hot Lift Operator
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outdoors,
public nudity,
ski,
travel,
true stories
Saturday, January 25, 2014
How To Survive A Long Distance Relationship
Moving off to college meant leaving her boyfriend back in her hometown. It would be hard, but at least the technology to video chat over Skype could help them feel not as far apart.
She hadn't yet set up much in her new apartment, but as soon as she got her computer up, she was ready for a little video chat with her boyfriend.
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college,
flashing,
girlfriend,
true stories,
unshaven
Friday, January 24, 2014
Vintage Threesome on Vacation
From the tanlines, I'm going to guess that the couple is from a colder, cloudier climate. Perhaps they are on vacation in winter to get a little sun. Perhaps, say, an English couple in the south of Italy, or a Canadian couple in Mexico.
Their first few days, she has been at the beach and by the pool, soaking up sun. He's worn pants and short sleeves. Perhaps he's here for business, or taking in other sights.
They have a simple, affordable room, with a view of the ocean. A bed.
She has met a young man. Maybe a bellhop, the pool boy, or just a local.
The couple has talked about it for over a year now, and they thought perhaps the vacation was the chance to finally fulfill the fantasy. They wouldn't meet anyone they knew, and they'd leave. Short, sweet, simple.
And so, when they invited the young man to join them, he easily agreed. He'd seen many couples through the season, and watched many wives in their 20s and 30s strip down to bikinis, and slick their bodies with tanning oils, and stretch out on the pool chairs. How many had he seen and lusted for? Maybe a hundred. And he hoped that even though the chances were small that one couple would ask him, there was always the chance, and statistically, it could happen.
At last it did.
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Blindfolded and Fed and Guessing
There are few things I find sexier than being blindfolded and offered a cock. A new scent, a new texture. I wonderful surprise. I wonder if it is a friend of my boyfriend, a co-worker, or a complete stranger. I love the longing to know, but I don't ever really want to know. The not knowing is what makes it exciting.
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
Documenting Their First Gloryhole
They had been talking about it for a while, mostly when drunk or having sex. A fantasy that seemed always to remain just talk.
Then one evening, driving home from a party, they saw an adult video store. They had been talking about sex, thinking about sex, and ready to have sex when they got home. He pulled the car into the parking lot and suggested they just "take a look."
She agreed.
Inside, they looked at lingerie, and toys. He saw her eying the large rubber dongs. They joked and flirted. She was obviously still buzzed form the bar, and in a very sexy mood.
He saw the sign above a door. It led back into a hallway of four doors, much like a dressing room in a store. He suggested they go back there, just to "check it out."
She agreed.
The rooms were tiny. The size of a small dressing room, just big enough for both of them. There was a video machine on the wall that took dollars to run, and, they both noticed at the same time, a circular hole, about hip-high, cut into the wall.
She kneeled down to peak through it. "There's a guy in there!" she whispered. She looked back though the hole. "Oh my god," she said, both shocked and excited. "He's touching himself!"
She stared through the hole, absorbed in the sight she saw. She couldn't see the man's face from her angle, but only his hips. He had his pants down and open and was slowly stroking a nicely-shaped cock.
"Oh my god!" she squealed.
A cock slid through the hole.
"Looks like you have an admirer," he said.
She giggled.
"What do I do?" she asked. "Did I invite him? I don't know what the protocol is?"
"I don't think there is a protocol," he said. "It's just a dick that wants to be sucked."
"Do you dare me?" she asked.
It was a clever thing for her to say. It gave him the choice. He could easily say no, and they could both leave and laugh about the "time they almost." And they could even jokingly feel sorry for the guy. "Poor guy," they'd say. "We left him hanging with his dick through the wall..."
But if he said, "Yes, I dare you," then it became easy. How could she turn down a dare? It made it fun, and silly.
She was looking at him with her green eyes.
"Yes," he said. "I dare you."
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Monday, January 20, 2014
Sunday, January 19, 2014
Saturday, January 18, 2014
You Can Be Anyone in Anywhere America
She loves having sex in a motel room. The ugly curtains and matching bedspread, the bad art on the wall, the TV, the plastic cups wrapped in plastic. The rooms all look the same, feel the same. Even smell the same. Like they could be anywhere and nowhere. It makes her feel like she can be anyone, anything. When she leaves and goes back home, she is married, a responsible professional. When she's in a motel room, she can put on stockings, her black leather boots that she calls her "slut boots."
Sometimes she imagines she's a stripper. Sometimes a prostitute. Sometimes that she's a cheating wife, having an affair. Or a dominatrix. Depends on how she feels at the moment, but in a motel, she can always feel like she can be whatever she wants. Anything goes in the generic anonymous roadside motel somewhere in Anywhere America.
Friday, January 17, 2014
Blindfolded Wife Shows Her Skills
Her husband thought he'd surprise her. After blindfolding her, he let the other man slip into the bedroom. The husband had posted online seeking a "hung" man. Indeed, the man had an enormous cock. The husband was so excited to watch the moment his wife, blindfolded, encountered the cock and realized it wasn't her husband's. How would she handle such a huge monster?
For the wife, it was a surprise. But as soon as she had collected her thoughts and realized the situation, she made a decision. She was going to have the last laugh. She showed her husband what she could do with such a big cock, taking the strange man deeper than she'd ever taken her husband.
Guess who was the most surprised?
Thursday, January 16, 2014
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
What Her Look Asks
Her look to her husband as the man eats her pussy. She holds his head, forcing him to dive in. A co-worker? A friend? A stranger they picked up? All of these have sexy story possibilities. Whomever he was, one thing is certain: they had wine first. A lot of wine.
The story I think of is that a couple had been talking about this happening for a long time. They considered friends. They considered co-workers. But either could potentially have after effects.
They wanted it to be one time. No strings attatched. A stranger from Craigslist they'd bring in just for this once, and never have to see again.
They were ready to try, excited, brave, but still they rallied themselves to really go for it with wine.
She told the man: you came over to eat my pussy, so do it. And he eagerly obliged.
He wasn't the best looking. Maybe he was married. Maybe not. They didn't care. He wasn't important.
She looked up at her husband, who was holding the camera. Her look seemed to ask: is this what you were hoping for?
Monday, January 13, 2014
Sunday, January 12, 2014
Ski Break at Top of Mountain
The best part of a full ski day is taking a break. At the top, just off enough, you can set up your skis and kick back. Even though the overall temperature is cold, in the direct alpine sun, it feel almost blazing hot. Jackets are shed, and tops peeled off.
Judging from the spandex and neon, I'd have to say early '90s.
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