At her computer

She'd been looking at porn on her computer. Notice the vibrator with condom. Nice.

Deck Hot Tub

Few things are more fun than a hot tub out on a deck. A few things that can make it better: a view of the Ocean, a view of your lover.

At the local Walgreens

Walgreen's parking lot. A cute redhead girlfriend beside her car. Cute. Maybe a dare? Maybe just being playful. The type of people we love at Sexy Sex Blog.

Art Model

In college, she posed for the intro of Life Drawing class. At the time, it paid only $8/hour, and the class was two hours. Usually, with arriving early and staying a bit longer for the students who were finishing up, it became three hours. So, it wasn't great money. Enough to buy a little food. But as a broke college student, it helped. 

Also, she secretly loved being naked in front of the class. She was scared to do it, and each time, she had a small panic attack when she dropped the robe and stepped onto the model stand. But once she took her first pose and heard the hurried scratching of pencils and charcoal, she could relax.

She loved feeling their eyes on her skin, studying each curve and fold, each crease and crevasse. Sometimes she'd move into a new pose thinking only about how comfortable it'd be to hold for 10-15 minutes. She'd be relaxed in her breathing, and sort of spacing out, and then realize she was squatting with her legs open. A mere 10 feet from her, some Freshman would be staring at her, every curl of pubic hair, every soft fold of her vagina exposed.

It made her feel brave, mostly. And a little turned on. 

Watching herself take it

When she was really craving good hard anal sex, she'd take her biggest toy, a thick rubber dildo with a suction-cup base, and stick it to her mirror. Then, on all fours, she could crawl backward, impaling herself on the toy, watching the thick tip pop into her backside, and her body slowly relax to take another inch. She loved the sight of her tight hole opening to accommodate the rubber cock. She loved the molded veins on the dildo. Still wearing her skirt and shirt, she could fantasize that she was being taken in a spontaneous quickie.

And Now What?

She's all tied up, and she wants to know what you have planned next.

Watching Them

She was on the side of the bed, naked, watching them go at it. He was over her, pushing her legs up in the air and ramming into her. It was interesting to see her boyfriend's cock going in and out of another woman.

Marge Monday: Vacation

Marge and Homer don't get much time away from the daily duties of raising three kids. So, when they decided to take a vacation just for themselves, Marge couldn't wait to wear as little clothes as possible. She went topless at the hotel pool.

After her shower

To have and to hold

Another Nettie

Here's another image of Nettie Harris, perhaps the most significant American Nude model since Charis Wilson. 

I've now seen dozens of images of her taken by different photographers, and while I would never ever discount the talent of those photographers, it's clear that Nettie, as the model, brings her own personality, presence, and art to whatever image she is in. In 50 years or so, we'll look back and realize her place in American Photography. 

Consider this image. Only two props: a mirror, a cigarette. It's exquisite. 

This beautiful photo is by NY photographer and model, Rebecca Lawrence.

Sit Here

Hippie Girlfriend

I had a hippie girlfriend who was kinky in bed. She had a pierced nipple with a ring that she liked tugged hard, and pubic hair under her arms, that was always a little damp with sweat and tangy, like her pussy. She said her armpits had natural pheromones, like her sex, and that I should make love to her natural hair under her arms like I would the briar of curls between her legs. She wanted me to cum on them, and I did. It was pretty sexy. In fact, one of the most sexiest things a woman ever asked me to do. Then, even sexier, she said she'd wear my cum all day.

She slipped on a black tanktop. The cum evaporated after a while, but each time she lifted her arm, all I could picture was the image of her pubic hairs wet with my cum. I waited with each movement to see if I could get a good view of her underarm curls. It was like being a teenager again, just trying to steal a glimpse. 

A few hours later, as we went out in public to shop and socialize, I could smell the faint whiff of her sweat mixed with my cum. It was indeed the most powerful pheromones possible. Every time she reached up to get something or to brush back her hair, she flashed a little underarm. It was like getting a glimpse between her legs.  The others didn't seem to notice. They had seen that she didn't use a razor, but no one had any idea of what I'd seen earlier that day. With every glimpse of her underarms, I grew harder, ready to cum again.

 We ended up making love before we could even get back home.

Under the Burka

The Islamic practice of covering of women is traditional to some and oppressive to others. Regardless which stance you take on the controversial issue, I think a lot of westerners wonder what's under the burka. 

Here's one answer.

In Light

Checking out the soft tuffs of hair under her arms that's she's been growing since October. Pretty, she thinks. A fun winter project.

Her starring role

Her starring role in a home-made porno. 

At her apartment

Sometimes when I'd come to visit, we'd just end up not going out and having sex all afternoon. 

We'd enjoy 69 for hours, taking turns teasing, and pushing each other to the brink and back over and over, until we couldn't take it any longer. 

Then a shower, a meal. Maybe a nap, and more sex.

Polaroid's from back in the day

A finger in knuckle deep, panties around the ankles, or using two vibrators at once, sucking off her boyfriend while using a toy on herself: somethings never go out of style.

All Over

This woman is beautiful all over: her beautiful face, her furry armpits, her natural breasts, her lingerie, her unshaved pussy, and her tight little anus. I would caress and kiss every inch of her.

Mrs. Hoover

She was a fourth-grade teacher and her students called her Mrs. Hoover.  Her husband liked to call her Mrs. Hoover, too, because she could really suck. It made him laugh, because her innocent students had no idea what their sweet teacher was really like after school let out.