Friday, January 22, 2010

public is the new private, Benjamin, and all is fair/unfair

Benjamin.  A garage.  A well-lit garage underneath a large downtown apartment building.  And being molested against the smooth metal surface of a not so well hidden vehicle parked in this well-lit garage.

Direct, probing, sensitive, ballsy.  An intriguing mix of chick-like sensitivity and rough male sexuality.  A pork-eating, high test scoring  Jew, Benjamin isn’t stingy with giving compliments, which makes me slightly uncomfortable, since I don’t receive them well.  He just blows right past that.  Kind of like how he blows past my slight complaints of having my skirt lifted in a public place.  Plus he laughs at my jokes.  Plus his “chosen people” status automatically qualifies him in the circumcision race, since that’s one of my (many) criteria.

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Apparently, I have not done my delicate laundry in a couple of weeks.  There is a sequitur here, I promise.  I found my turquoise knit dress along with the black knit thigh high socks that I wore when I met Benjamin.  They were crumpled up into a ball on the cool stone floor.  When I picked up the dress, there were some vanilla colored stains on the inside bottom, and that made me frown.  Then the memory of how these stains made their way on to my dress made me smile.  Smirk.  Something that Benjamin makes me do a lot.  Well, not while he pulled up my dress to expose my unpantied flesh in the garage.  And not while he unapologetically and almost with a just sense of territory found out how wet I was with his fingers and his mouth.

Back to the stained dress.  It was my fault of course.  Or, I should say, it’s the dress’s fault.  One simply cannot wear panties with that material.  I have tried.  The material clings and clings, which is the reason why it looks so good.  Underpants, though, is just not in the cards for this garment.  The role of panties in general come in three categories – (a) as form, to look good on the skin (b) as function, to hold in fluids that may or may not flow depending on physical or mental stimulation available (c) throwing its weight around as an invisible garment, i.e. sans underpants.  C is often as important as A or B.  In this case, C aided greatly to Benjamin’s success rate in getting into my pants (1 for 1) and also helped in the staining of my thin dress, because without B, the wetness kept wetting and I had to sit at the airport while enduring this sensation, and keep enduring it on the airplane while it was airing.

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Benjamin reads this blog.  So there is the conundrum of trying not to write for him, though I kinda want to.  Writing while things unfold is a little like doing a reality show (except with better writing, did you know people write for reality shows?  How fucking sad) and I think a little tacky.  Or to fuck him for the sake of the blog.   Which, of course, I wouldn’t do.  But there is that fear.  The “are you going to write about this” or “is what I’m doing writing-worthy” (possible) trap.  So, for the sake of integrity, the molestation details will have to remain unmolested.

It’s a little scary.  He has the inside track, the shortcut, the pipeline to my cravings and desires.  Though, I appreciate that he’s smart, and quite the cheater.  I also smirk at the fact that he probably has no compunction towards using what I have written to his advantage.  An unfair advantage, but all is fair in love and war, so why wouldn’t the opposite be true as well?

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Wednesday, January 20, 2010

hot 20 pussy

Scarlett is a sexy hipster type of girl that I personally did a while back ago. The video in itself might not exactly have the best lighting or set up since this was shot sort of on the go but it was intense and hot doing Scarlett and the inseminating her fertile 20 pussy with my seed  At first we were going to get together to talk about possibly doing a hipster type of shoot where she could model in some of the clothes she wanted to wear. But we ended up at my place and next thing you know I am licking her pussy on my bed. And then it just sort of happened and we started to fuck. She told me she had a boyfriend so I hope he never gets to see this but she is too young and sexy to be in anything committed at this point anyway. I fucked her for hours that night and I kept doing her for couple of weeks. But then we sort of lost touch because of the boyfriend issue. But I am pretty sure if I call her up we’ll get together again. I just don’t know if I want to deal with some jealous boyfriend.. I’ve had enough of those issues already. I need to live a peaceful life.

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Friday, January 15, 2010

Women Don't Do Logic

This is your Captain speaking………….welcome aboard fuckers!

Here’s just a small sample of the logic, if you can call it logic, that I’ve gotten from American women.



Me:  I don’t want to limit myself to being with just one person.

Her:  You’re afraid of commitment!



Me:  I don’t want kids or I’m getting a vasectomy.

Her:  You’re just selfish and don’t want to live up to your responsibilities.



Me:  I want to save/invest my money.

Her: I want a new (fill in the blank)

Clothes, furniture, pets, car, anything that’s loses all its value as soon as you take it out of the store.



Me:  I want a woman who respects a man.  Like back in my grandparents day.

Her: You just can’t handle a “real” woman.

And let’s not forget that jewel of female logic during an argument when her point is so solid that the only thing she can think of is the phrase “whatever”.  Which is her way of saying “I know you’re right, but I won’t acknowledge it”, her brain cannot process logic.

Damn, why even bother talking to these mental midgets?  As I have learned from my time reading various MRA materials, a lot of these bullshit tactics just amounts to “shaming language”, a feminist tactic, but it’s all they’ve got because logic is definitely not on their side or within their abilities.

You’re now free to let a woman buy YOU drinks and hump-n-dump her.

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Monday, January 11, 2010

Vera Vision—The Pantyhose Effect, Pt. 3

When a couple is so horny, sometimes their clothes are left on because they don’t have time to take them off. The rather cliché scene of a couple with the woman’s dress hiked up around her waist and the man’s pants around his ankles are often too true.

Such was the case with Bradley and Trisha. They barely made it to the bedroom.

If Trisha had it her way, they would’ve fucked on the hallway floor. Her long dress was hiked up around her waist with her breasts full exposed. And Bradley? He was smart enough to cut a sizable hole in front of the pantyhose for comfort purposes. It was about to come in quite handy. His large cock was practically bouncing out of the hole and Bradley knew he couldn’t contain it much longer. Just waiting was causing him agony and he needed release.

Trisha was about to get fucked. Hard.

Bradley spread Trisha’s legs open and grabbed her waist. He pulled her closer to him to the point where her ass was almost off the bed. Using Trisha’s natural wetness as his lubrication, Bradley lubed his cock and slid inside her. Fuck, she felt so amazing. Her pussy was hot and wrapped tightly around Bradley’s cock and begged to be fucked. At first, Bradley took his time to savor and enjoy Trisha but after a few minutes of slow love-making, he had enough. He grabbed the inside of Trisha’s thighs and began to thrust hard inside her. He freed one hand to reach up and grab her bountiful tits while he kept moving inside her. Meanwhile, Trisha clenched the sheets as pleasure overcame her body. She never been fucked so hard before in her life and never wanted it to end. She felt he could fuck her forever as pussy pulsated on his cock with each stroke.

It was a good thing it was an early night. Bradley sped up his thrusts and pulled out to cum all over Trisha’s pussy lips. He waited a few moments before he wiped off the excess cum. He then kneeled down and began to lick Trisha’s pussy and clit. Her pink nub was swollen with heat and ready to be licked. Bradley didn’t waste time and dived in. He flicked his tongue rapidly on Trisha’s clit. He stopped occasionally to gently suck and nibble on it but went back to furious licking. Trisha arched off the bed and caressed her breasts as her body rode his tongue. She moaned and cooed, emitting tempered high sounds whenever Bradley found a certain spot. She was getting wetter by the second and no longer wanted to hold back the feeling.

Her legs began to tremble and she shook, trying to contain her orgasm under control. But she couldn’t. Her body exploded with pleasure as the orgasm washed over her. She moaned again for a while longer as she came down. Trisha opened her eyes and looked up at Bradley, who smiled back.

“I need to buy you so more pantyhose,” Trisha breathed.

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Talking

There’s a couple men I have been talking to that show great potential for some long term fun. I just wish that time would work in my favor so that I am able to find out. Life has a way of getting in the way. This week I need to find a way to get the shit fucked out of me by at least 1 of them this week.

Whats a bit different for me is that 1 of them, we actually talk. We have actual conversations. I don’t get that very often. I enjoy being the slut that I am, but I have to admit that it’s nice to have a man who actually talks to me and is interested in who I am, not just how good I can fuck.

MMMMM. That reminds me. I Need to find me a badboy…

 

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Friday, January 8, 2010

The Quality Factor

Care is important, but the best way to ensure that your vibrator lasts and lives up to its full potential is to buy high-quality ones. The difference between a ten-dollar vibrator and a hundred-dollar vibrator is more than its price; you’re paying for craftsmanship and the quality of its motor. And, needless to say, the hundred-dollar vibrator will most likely last longer. Also, be sure to search out retailers who stand behind their products. Most importantly, relax and enjoy! Vibrators are meant to make you happy, and with a little basic care, we promise they will.

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Monday, January 4, 2010

Oh, I'm No One's Wife But... Pt. 2

So about me and Toothless – he’s semi-attractive but serves as more of a doorstop than anything.  I mean it’s better sitting next to him than say… a bottle of Febreeze (I just picked the first thing I saw on my shelf, in case you didn’t know).  He’s not talkative at all – in the sense that his conversation makes any sense or is interesting – and does what I tell him to do.  It doesn’t matter how “mean” I am to him – he takes it well and shuts the fuck up when I ask him to do it.

He’s not pushy and he has no issue with letting me use his wallet instead of mine – which is always a good thing.  We went to the casino the other night and instead of spending my own couple of hundred dollars, I sent him back and forth to the MAC with his card – and he gladly went.  I think it’s because he wants to touch my junk.

As I said before though, he’s married – that never works out well.  He’s not married like regular people are married.  He’s married like stupid douchebags who either can’t afford to get divorced or are holding out for a second chance are married.  They’ve been “Legally Separated” for 6 years and live 4 hours away from one another.

Apparently she’s insanely wealthy – but according to him, that’s not a reason for staying married to her.

*collective “Uh… Huh.”*

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