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I swear. True story.Photo Lotto 26
Posted on January 24, 2012
I can’t imagine when I picked this because I don’t feel like women should be put on display like that. Or so obviously objectified. Maybe I liked that the standing woman had bush.
I swear. True story.
Dream Journal: 8/5/11
Posted on January 15, 2012Having just moved into a new home. Renting. It’s rustic and falling apart in some places. I’m sharing a room that’s big enough to have two queen bed and an anti room.
People come to visit. A lot of people. It gets chaotic. Add to that each bed had to be professionally vacuumed. A few dogs including Isis and a very sweet pit bull.
Tons of people running about. Lots of stuff everywhere so anything specific is hard to find.
A woman has some sort of issue where she’s scratching at her vulva incessantly. I never see her face. She’s fat and scratching. I see that then close my eyes and yell, “Dear god, it’s burned into my retinas. Make it go away!”
[Step-Sister] is there. She has a rash or welts and shows me. I see her back – she’s only wearing underwear. I don’t want her skin to touch me for fear I’d catch something from her.
I don’t know who most of the people are or why they’re causing such chaos.
March 4, 1992: A Diary Entry
Posted on January 13, 20122:21 A.M.
Henry came over Monday night. He brought me a flower – a white rose with baby’s breath and all that. We got high and then for a little bit we just layed [sic] and cuddled. And then he touched me. His hands all over me pressing and massaging. And when he finally got to my breasts. It felt so good. So good to have his hands on me exploring my body. Then we slowed down and rested for a while. Then he wanted me to take a shower with him but I just couldn’t. He seemed very irritated as well he should have – I know I would’ve been. I’m just really shy about my own body and especially about looking at his. I know I’ll only get over this fear by confronting it but I’m not ready yet. I’m not even ready to admit my real reason to someone else. I told him that showering with someone was a really intimate and personal thing and that even though I should be because we had already shared quite a bit, I wasn’t ready. Which, actually sort of is true.
So he told me to take off my clothes. I complied and layed [sic] down on the bed. I could hear him removing his garments and got excited. He slid under the covers next to me and pressed his warm, naked body to mind. His hands explored my body from behind until I turned onto my back so he could have more of me, so I could feel what he had to give me. His hand found its way between my thighs and dipped into my wetness. It was a relief to finally have something inside me.
[I haven't given myself over to him completely yet. I'm afraid to become to dependent on him and he'll grow to resent me. What's sad is I can see it happening – me suffocating him into running. But I don't want to, I just get so scared that I'll be alone. I haven't come with him yet because I think that would mean he's gotten inside me – to my soul – and will know how to hurt me.]
He pushed his fingers deep into my cunt and twisted and turned his and so I could feel his power. While his fingers were inside me, I reached down to my clit. Everything was so wet and hot. He licked at me and then pushed his cock into me. Oh my god. I told him to talk to me. He said he felt so good inside me, that he wanted to get deeper. I could barely talk but to swear to god I had never felt that way. And I hadn’t. Maybe it was the pot but I don’t really care because it felt so damn good. The whole time I kept thinking about how huge he felt inside me, so big filled me up. I could have died at that moment a very satisfied woman. I got the usual pangs to tell him I love him but held out once again.
Photo Lotto 22
Posted on December 10, 2011
No, I don’t have a foot thing. This photo is neat though.
Photo Lotto 18
Posted on November 24, 2011
“Nice shot. Nice boobs. Cute photo.” A rave review from the Viking, who asked to use this shot for his site, Dave’s Babe of the Day. If you like looking at dirty pictures then take a look.
I’m not sure why he’s surprised that the photos I feature in my “Photo Lotto” series are good. He’s seen them all and they’re all good, dammit. Go ahead, search here under “photo lotto” and see all the sexy, sexy photos I’ve featured.
This photo is good for a number of reasons. Of course there’s the symmetry. Or near symmetry. I can’t figure out if they look any more alike than two young, white, long-legged, waxed pudenda’d women with pulled-back, long, light brown hair and relatively-large-for-their-body-size breasts with relatively-small-for-their-size ariolæ normally would.
I’m not very good at noticing family resemblances, which goes along with not really looking at people’s faces because I’m too shy to make eye contact. When I talk to people I tend to look at their mouths, and these two ladies’ mouths are quite similar. I thought I wasn’t good at recognizing people until I met the Viking. He literally thinks everyone of a particular race looks alike. It’s not racist, it’s oblivious.
This photo is pretty fucking amazing. I love the tub and would have many, many baths in a tub like that. I wouldn’t like cleaning it, but the clean tub feeling every time I did.
I prefer the less tanned lady myself. I just think harsh tan lines look creepy and unnatural, and then I think of the damage.
The Viking didn’t like the photographer’s feet in the photo, but I think that allows one’s imagination to have some fun. The feet are obviously a man’s so I like to think of things the three of them were doing both before and after this photo was taken. The possibility of incestuous relations makes it even hotter. I don’t want to fuck two sisters but I think I could have some fun watching a hot guy fuck two women who look like they could be sisters; it’d be nice and dirty.
I swear. True story.
Photo Lotto 17
Posted on November 17, 2011
For years I read erotica and such and thought any descriptions of “dripping wet” pussies were written by 12-year-olds who had never had actual sex with actual women. I still think there is some exaggeration – really, your panties were “soaked”? – but I also know that some women actually do get really fucking wet.
I’m not one of them. Lube is my friend. I believe I have what is in the range of “normal” sexual response, but I don’t produce an excess of lube.
Over the course of my sex life I have learned to deal with this handicap (that I in no way think is a handicap). Sometimes I just tell my partner, “I don’t get really wet,” in a very matter-of-fact fashion. Other times I tell the person where the lube is and hope he or she will get the hint.
I’ve also come to enjoy the feeling a “dry” pussy allows me. I love the way it feels like whatever it is – cock, fingers, dildo – has to force its way into me.
This woman doesn’t seem to have that issue. Or it could be that all that dripping, wet-looking stuff is lube. Or it could be ejaculate.
I swear. True story.
Photo Lotto 16
Posted on November 13, 2011
Doesn’t this look like fun?
It does to me, too, but sadly I’m too practical and I think this wouldn’t be sustainable for fucking. Yes, I see they’re fucking, but I don’t know how many thrusts until one or both of them got too tired or just gave up. A hammock simply does not provide the leverage necessary for a good fucking.
Nonetheless, this photo is sexy as hell. When I watch porn I like seeing the in-out-in-out of a cock in a pussy as well as the in-out-in-out of a cock in an ass, and sometimes I can’t tell the difference depending on the angle. Here, there’s no doubt that the cock is pushing those pussy lips aside so it can get into that pussy.
Of course it’s the angle and focus that totally do it for me with this photo. The fact that it must have been warm out in order to necessitate a hammock but to also allow outdoor nudity and fucking makes me nostalgic for warmer weather.
At the same time, the fall in Chicago has been really quite nice. It’s mid-November and it’s snowed once, but only for a few minutes; I wouldn’t have noticed if I didn’t happen to be looking out a window. There have been some downright gorgeous days that included beautiful multicolored leaves both on the trees and on the ground.
I swear. True story.
