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Hook me up with some good ass email. No porn. I can find that all by myself. Be warned, I may publish your raunchy shit on my blog, so let me know if I can use your name.
I apologize profusely for the popups you experience when you visit this blog. I ASSURE YOU they belong to tblog.com -- not me.
Check These Out:
Perfect Sex -- Short Stories
Conditions: A Short Story
A Weekend Drive: A BDSM Short Story
She's No Vanilla Woman: A BDSM Story
Double My Pleasure
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| Free Porn. Heey! |
| 07.02.04 (8:09 am) [edit] |
Go get your free porn. These are short clips. But hey when they're free you can't be picky.
Pimp Cast
The entire scene is about 17 minutes long.
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| Get Your Kink On |
| 05.28.04 (6:05 am) [edit] |
Damn, I can't believe I almost forgot about my new baby over here. It's been 12 days since my last post and I've been such a naughty girl. I need to be punished.
So I've been off on this BDSM adventure, meeting lots of Daddys (as we call dominants in the lesbian BDSM culture) and playing too close to the edge. The shit I'm learning -- about myself, about others, about the pure fuckin' kinky raunchiness that BDSM sex brings out in people. Maybe BDSM sex doesn't bring that out, but allows it to flow freely from someplace within.
So anyway, enough with the philosophical shit. None of you are here for that (don't you just hate those sex blogs that are do damn philosophical? As if anybody buys Playboy for the articles. [b]Whatev[/b]!).
Get your kink on at Rupert Huse & Co. This website is all about pain and pleasure. The caption reads: "[i]Tools for controlling people[/i]." That should tell ya what's up right there.
I wish tblog had a Fetish category. I hate filing these in "Hobbies."
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| Whorin' At the Personals |
| 05.15.04 (9:06 pm) [edit] |
Before I get started about what I've been up to I just want to tell Mike in Miami: No, I will not sleep with your wife. Dude, I can find my own.
I've been checkin' out the personals lately. Before any of you snort, you know you've all done it. These personals are real lesbian personals, not the fake kind. So you ask, what's a fake lesbian? You know, the kind Mike in Miami is trying to send me. Or the kind you see on porn sites. Or the kind you see in porn videos. Oh did I just hurt some of you by breakin' it to ya?
So I'm on a real lesbian personals site and I find someone I really wanna talk to. I emailed her and she gets back to me, except her emails are real short. I have a picture in my profile and I'm pretty cute I think. So I'm wondering why she's being so short with me with these short emails. Then I remember that lesbians can be real gamey bitches at times. Especially when it comes to the whole mating thing. We don't like to just come right out and say we wanna get together. Somebody always has to play games and play hard to get. Usually it's the person who thinks shes the cutest of the two. We've sent emails back and forth for awhile now and this game is so fuckin' old.
Hey, the emails I got about that Miranda story have not been good. Someone with some spelling skills should try their hand at finishing that story.
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| Miranda's Choice |
| 05.12.04 (6:59 pm) [edit] |
I started this short story awhile back. I was writing it for a woman I was interested in. When my interested ended you can guess the story did too. The story is unfinished, but I'm posting it anyway. If anyone wants to try finishing it, please do. Send your suggested endings to me at the email address in the sidebar. Don't get your peckers all excited about a prize. There ain't one. This story is about a lesbian who likes to fuck her women with a strap on.
[b]Miranda's Choice[/b]
I dropped the boys off as usual before heading to class. I was running late again. I always am. I let myself in and made my way through all the little heads to find a daycare worker. Miranda was seated at a small table in an adjacent room and looked up as I entered.
"Hi. I"m running late. Just wanted you to know the boys were here." I said.
She smiled, as usual, and replied with "Thanks."
Don't even think about it, I thought, she's straight, and not even my type.
That's been the exact exchange between us for six months now. Six months. There was this one time when Miranda asked me if I had just gotten my tongue pierced. I nonchalantly replied with "yeah" and she responded with a beautiful smile and showed me her piercings-- tongue and belly.
As I was leaving to head to class tonight, Miranda stopped me.
"Ms. Powers."
That's the first time she's ever called me by name.
"Please. It"s Nora."
"Ok. Nora . . ." She looked nervous. "Is it ok if I call you on your cell on your way out?"
"Sure. That'"s fine."
I start to wonder if I"ve done something to offend Miranda. My second thought is immediately about the boys. I panic about problems at the center and hope she"s not planning to tell me there are troubles. Once I get on the highway, my phone rings.
"I'm curious about your call, obviously." I tell her.
Miranda hesitates for a brief moment. I try not to get nervous. I want to tell her to just spit it out, but I"m patient.
"I'm leaving the center and I was wondering . . ." she trails off.
"Wondering what?" I ask.
"Well, one of your boys mentioned that you liked girls, and I was wondering if. . . "
"Don't you have a boyfriend?" I ask.
"Not anymore," she responded.
I hesitated for a moment and thought about all the times I swore I"d never fuck a curious woman. This one -- though curious -- was pleasantly alluring. She had a quiet demeanor that screamed surprise underneath. She was very much a femme and in no way my type because of that, yet the idea of dominating her excited me.
"What were you thinking exactly?" I asked her.
"Coffee, dinner maybe," she said.
"No, here's what I was thinking. I"m turning around now and heading back to my place. If you"re there in an hour, we"ll see what happens. If not, it's study night for m," Yes?"
She was silent for a moment. I kept quiet and held the phone. I could hear her breathing.
"Ok," she responded.
I gave her my address and hung up.
Miranda was prompt. She was dressed very differently than I"m used to seeing her. She wore her hair down, letting it fall past her shoulders. I never noticed how wavy it was before. She was wearing a small pink spaghetti strap sundress that fell slightly below the knees. The dress was a beautiful contrast against her brown skin. I could see her hardened nipples through her dress.
"You look nice," I told her.
"Thank you," she said.
"You didn"t have to change. I didn't." I moved behind her and let my nose touch her neck. She remained still. "You smell nice, too." I felt her take a deep breath. We were standing in the kitchen.
"I"m a little nervous." she said.
"Never done this before" Never been fucked by a girl" I laughed a little and wrapped my fingers in her hair. "Do you want to be?"
"I wouldn't want to waste this dress."
"Hunny, the dress is a waste."
I wrapped more of Miranda"s hair around my fingers and pulled her head back, exposing her neck to me. I let my tongue find its way down the length of her neck, before biting into her shoulders. I leaned her over the table, and using my foot, kicked her feet apart. Still keeping a firm grasp of her hair with one hand I used the other had to lift her dress up over her ass, exposing her matching pink thongs.
"Nice touch," I tell her. I peel them off slowly and listen to her breathe heavily in the process.
I pull on her hair and ask, "You want me to fuck you, bitch?"
"Yes, please," she begs.
I stick one finger inside her and slowly move it in and out with a careful rhythm. She moans in response. I add another two fingers and Miranda"s pussy tightens its grip. I hear a deep moan escape from her throat and she begs me to fuck her harder. I increase my speed, being careful to maintain my rhythm. I feel her getting really wet and I stop. She begs me to continue. I tell her to get on her knees in front of me. Once she's on her knees, I have her clean off my fingers first. I watch her wrap her lips around each finger and suck with perfection. I then unzip my pants and pull out my dick.
"Suck my dick," I tell her.
Miranda's eyes widen with surprise and she takes a hold of my dick and places the tip of her tongue on the head. She sucks the head very softly and slowly, making small circles at first. She then covers the head with her mouth, sucking it in, moving her mouth back and forth. Slowly, my dick disappears into Miranda's mouth-- inch by inch --until it's touching the back of her throat. I grab the back of her head and start to fuck her mouth.
"Yeah, you like that baby" Like to have your mouth fucked?"
I fuck her mouth faster. She can"t breathe. I use both my hands to grab hold of her hair and I fuck her mouth so hard that my clit is pounding. I pull my dick out to let her breathe finally. She licks the length of it like she's starving for more, rolling her tongue along the full length of the underside--- up and down.
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| Yea I'm a Dyke But This Guy is FINE |
| 05.11.04 (3:17 pm) [edit] |
Damn, this guy is FINE.
I'm sex blog cruisin' and runnin' across a lot of sex blogs that are really porn-sites-in-disguise (mostly porn pictures). Eventually I found a half sex blog/half porn site called Wandering WebWhore and starting checkin' it out. Oddly enough I didn't find Trixie the webmistress attractive at all, but her houseboy is FINE. I immediately wondered if he was gay. From what I was reading, I may not be too far off. Yea I'm a dyke, but I still recognize attractive men. It doesn't mean I wanna fuck 'em, ya know? Trixie has another boyfriend who's a crossdresser and it doesn't seem to bother the houseboy. Both the the houseboy and the crossdressing boyfriend are linking to the Rupaul blog.
Maybe I should mind my own business.
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| Mamas Are Sexy Too . . . Right? |
| 05.11.04 (8:36 am) [edit] |
Say yes dammit. In honor of this past mother's day (so I'm late ok) I wanted to say that mamas are sexy, too. I'm realizing that some people have an odd fetish with bangin' mamas. Usually the older a man gets the younger he wants that pussy to be. Then you have the older boys wantin' to lose all sense of self with the older women. But then, you have this group of men, regardless of age, wanting to fuck somebody's mama -- anybody's mama (the hotter the better).
I apologize to anyone if I offended them by calling this fetish odd. It's no odder than gettin' your kicks by hanging your lover from the ceiling and whippin' her while she's blindfolded (that's very nice by the way).
Here's some good reading if you're dying to know what the hell I've been talking about: The MILF Blog: Moms I'd Like to Fuck
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| SuicideGirls: Somethin' for the Goth Lovah In Ya |
| 05.10.04 (6:16 pm) [edit] |
Sex, politics, great pics, punk rock, and goth. If you like that kinda thing, you'll like SuicideGirls.com.
Don't let the name scare ya away. The site is very nice -- very well laid out. I've never been into the Goth thing, but there's something about these women with their pale, young, flesh that . . . well, may do somethin' for ya. Check out . while you're there. She's finer than a frog hair split 5 ways. **meow**
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| Phone Sex is Back |
| 05.10.04 (2:18 pm) [edit] |
Hunt and peck, hunt and peck, and bingo. I found the Phone Sex Diary for your reading pleasure. Some of you old hands (no pun intended) may have already read it, but some of the shyer bloggers may not have. I got a lil caught up in it myself. Have at it.
I thought phone sex was long gone. I remember when I used to call up those lines. I used to do the party lines and talk to multiple people. Phone sex orgies. My phone bill was huge. $2.95 a minute for safe sex was a nice investment back in the day. It didn't seem that stupid back then.
Enjoy your reading.
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| Cyber Sex is Dead |
| 05.10.04 (12:20 pm) [edit] |
It really is. Cyber sex is dead. Well, it should be. But I still do it. One handed well surfing. Hand on my clit. Chattin' with the girlies. Gone are the days of phone sex. Well, is it? I still do that too. Ya meet a girl online and if you like her and talk to her for more than a couple of weeks (ok, couple of days) you eventually get around to asking for a phone number and calling her up. There's the phone sex, except you don't have to pay for it. The guys in those bad suits who own phone sex companies sure be sufferin' right now.
I get so much porn email that I could scream because I don't wanna pay for it. I can always find it somewhere free. Hit Imesh.com and download all the 5 minute clips you want for free. Enjoy your one-hand web surfing.
I'll be bringing tblog readers and visitors more links to good erotica and porn, not the crap that puts spyware on your computer (by the way, Imesh will put spyware on your computer just like any free download progam does). This will be mostlty "links to those types of sites" blog, with a quick review. And hey, if it puts spyware on your computer, I assure you it will be worth the viewing anyway. Visit Spybot and download one of the best spyware killers out there. It's free and you'll thank me later.
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