I do my best writing
in my sleep,
when rain plays
percussion on rooftops,
a whop bop ting.
Fat pillows
sing sixteen bar solos
in my ears & in my dreams
I know what silence tastes like;
it’s olive oil,
candle wax,
& Lady Day.
Lady Day sounds like chocolate.
God Bless the Poet that hears
screeching tires,
saxophones blaring
serenades to my raw complexion,
almond eyes in a pool of syrup.
Metal collisions
! crash !
the cymbals,
syncopated chaos
between accented bass snores.
Dancers in my head
take to the floor,
roll over on one side
& try to forget
where the music comes from.
Static cling in their faces,
They cackle & stare
at me.
But it’s not me; it’s Cole Porter.
I slid my girl under my pillow
& we dreamed all night,
put the ‘R’ in Renaissance.
Morning wakes me, smiling.
I think, “This ain’t Bourbon Street,”
then forget it all until I see a pen.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Sleepy Solozzz
A mais nova sensação da playboy
Bárbara da Silva Borges e Cunha (Rio de Janeiro, 26 de janeiro de 1979) é uma atriz brasileira.
Sua estréia na televisão foi como Paquita (assistente de palco da apresentadora Xuxa Meneghel) em 1995, trabalho que durou quatro anos.
Bárbara entrou com 16 anos em 95 como paquita e saiu aos 20 anos.
Em 1999, faz sua primeira peça de teatro A Lista, de Oswaldo Montenegro. Entra para a faculdade de Artes Cênicas da UniverCidade, formando-se em 2001 com a peça Hand Bang, de Mark Ravenhill, dirigida por Alexandre de Mello.
No mesmo ano, participa de sua primeira novela na Rede Globo, Porto dos Milagres, como Luisa, novela de Aguinaldo Silva. Em seguida, é convidada pelo ator André Valli para atuar na peça Uma História Muito Estranha. Depois da peça, entra para o elenco da novela teen Malhação, em que interpretou Thaíssa e fica por duas temporadas.
Em 2004, é convidada para a novela Senhora do Destino, de Aguinaldo Silva, onde interpretou a lésbica Jennifer ao lado da atriz Milla Christie, papel esse que teve grande repercusão na mídia.
Bárbara Borges namorou o também ator Márcio Kieling, que atuou com ela em Malhação e no filme VINGANÇA.
Novamente com Oswaldo Montenegro, participa do musical Léo e Bia. Logo após, faz diversas participações em programas de TV como A Diarista, Sob Nova Direção, Carga Pesada e na novela Pé na Jaca, de Carlos Lombardi. Ao lado de Susana Vieira, atua na peça Namoradinha do Brasil, de Fernando Ceylão. Em fevereiro de 2005, com 26 anos, faz um ensaio fotográfico para a revista Playboy.
Recentemente, esteve no ar, na Rede Globo, com a novela Duas Caras, também de Aguinaldo Silva, interpretando mais uma personagem complexa e de grande apelo para o público: a jovem Clarissa, uma garota disléxica que tem uma relação muito intensa com sua mãe, Célia Mara, interpretada por Renata Sorrah.
Em 2008, participa do quadro “Circo do Faustão” no “Programa do Faustão” na Rede Globo e estréia no cinema no filme “Vingança” de Paulo Pons.
Em 2008, fez uma cirurgia plástica na qual colocou 270 ml de silicone nos seios.
Em Fevereiro de 2009 a atriz assinou contrato com a Rede Record por três anos. Estreou na novela “Bela, a Feia” no papel de Elvira.
Em setembro de 2009, faz um novo ensaio sensual para a revista Playboy, a capa da revista ficou eleita como uma das mais bonitas de todos os tempos. VIDEO DA BARBARATAM:10MB
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Monday, September 28, 2009
From Here To Eternity
Classic Scenes from Classic Films
If I were asked to pick a perfect movie I’d quickly name From Here to Eternity, starring Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr. The 1953 drama was adapted from the best selling novel by James Jones, screenplay by Daniel Taradash, and directed by Fred Zinnemann. I consider this film cinema gold from start to finish, but for the sake of brevity I’ll focus only on the relationship between the Lancaster and Kerr characters. Sergeant Warden and Karen Holmes’ love affair is the spine of the story and is introduced and developed by screenwriter Taradash in two perfect scenes, both of which come in the first twenty minutes of the film. Neither of them involve sand, sea or sex — at least not graphic sex.
Of course, anyone who knows anything about vintage movies is familiar with the erotic scene of Sergeant Warden and Karen kissing on the beach, the one with the wave breaking over their bodies. It’s an iconic film image, and the video is very popular on YouTube, even with people who have never seen the movie. Unlike couples in most movies, this wet duo enmeshed in a torrid embrace did not meet “cute.” You might even say they met “ugly,” or at least not very “pretty.” For me, their first scene together, which comes about ten minutes after the opening credits, is sexier than the beach scene by at least a factor of ten. No blatant fireworks, but there are sparks, a subtle display of sexual tension, mixed with an interesting undercurrent of dislike, even distrust. In that short scene there is strong attraction but also implicit conflict between the characters, and conflict, as we know, is the lifeblood of drama. For me, at least in dramatic terms, conflict is sexy. The smoldering and somewhat sarcastic banter between Karen and Warden in the scene foreshadows adultery to come. Karen, we quickly learn, is married to Warden’s commanding officer.
I’ve transcribed the two scenes by using a combination of Daniel Taradash’s second draft script, which I found on the Internet, and the movie. Both scenes as shot differ somewhat from the script, and I’ll point how the first one is changed after we read it. In that first scene we discover Sergeant Warden in front of the company supply room talking to Leva, the supply clerk (as played by Mickey Shaughnessy in a great character rendering). They watch as Karen arrives in the area looking for her husband.
LONG SHOT KAREN HOLMES FROM WARDEN AND LEVA’S ANGLE as she walks toward them. She is at a considerable distance. Karen is about thirty. She wears a sweater and skirt. She is aware the men are studying her.
MEDIUM CLOSE SHOT WARDEN AND LEVA watching Karen.
LEVA : Shooish! — her and them sweaters.
LONG SHOT KAREN FROM WARDEN AND LEVA’S POV as she continues toward them. Warden’s and Lava’s voices, loud at first, get softer and softer the nearer Karen gets to camera. At end of the shot, as she is only a few yards away, they are practically whispering.
WARDEN’S VOICE: I’ll bet she’s colder than an iceberg . . .
LEVA’S VOICE: Not her, Top, she knows the score like I been tellin you.
WARDEN’S VOICE: (sarcastic) Is that right?
LEVA’S VOICE: Listen, not around here, but I was back at Fort Bliss with Holmes. I heard plenty about this lady then. Plenty.
WARDEN’S VOICE: You did, huh?
LEVA’S VOICE: Okay, not me — but I know some of them she played ‘round with, so don’t tell me.
WARDEN’S VOICE: I ain’t tellin you. You’re tellin me.
Karen stops a few paces from camera.
KAREN: Good morning, Sergeant.
WARDEN: Morning, ma’am.
MEDIUM SHOT. Lava watches, listens avidly but discreetly in background. During the dialogue, Karen seems irritated by Warden, who looks at her coolly, appraisingly, physically.
KAREN: I’m looking for my husband.
WARDEN: Captain Holmes just went in town, ma’am. On business.
KAREN: Oh. He was to have left some things for me; do you know anything about them?
WARDEN: No I don’t, ma’am. Anything I can do for you?
KAREN: No, thanks.
WARDEN: I’d be glad to help. Ma’am.
She makes a slight move to go, then pauses.
KAREN: My husband’s been telling me a lot about you, Sergeant. He says you’re very efficient.
WARDEN: Yes, ma’am.
KAREN: What is it that makes you so efficient, Sergeant?
WARDEN: I was born smart, ma’am.
Karen laughs suddenly, quietly.
KAREN: I love that. Well goodbye, Sergeant.
Karen turns and walks back toward her car. Warden and Leva watch her. When she is out of earshot Leva speaks.
LEVA: Man, she sure is one, ain’t she?
WARDEN: One what?
LEVA: One woman.
WARDEN: (unconvincingly): I’ve seen better.
As performed, the first scene in the movie between Karen and Warden differs only slightly from the Daniel Taradash second draft script. Most of the tweaks involve a word change here and there, changes that perfectly sharpen and clarify the dialogue between the characters. The first scene is an excellent example of what experts agree are the three things an effective dramatic scene should do: Advance the story, develop (deepen) character, and establish (and/or deepen) conflict. I would add a fourth thing. A good scene should also “entertain.” The entertaining aspect may be the result of the quality of the writing or the performances or, as in this case, a combination of both. In From Here To Eternity I believe we’ve given all four elements in just about every scene throughout the movie — and that, in my opinion, is what makes it a great film.
Scene two between Sergeant Warden and Karen also has several departures from the draft script. These changes are more extensive. In fact, several lines of dialogue are cut from the end of the second draft version. I’ll talk a bit more about that after we’ve read the scene as filmed, which comes at about the twenty minute point in the movie:
EXT. BACK PORCH OF HOLMES’ HOUSE. DAY. MEDIUM CLOSE SHOT WARDEN standing outside in the rain. He wears a GI rain hat and coat. He pauses, then knocks briskly on the door of the screened porch. Karen opens the kitchen door onto the porch. She is in shorts and a blouse.
KAREN: Well, if it isn’t Sergeant Warden. You better step inside or you’ll get wet.
INT. PORCH OFF KITCHEN – DAY MEDIUM SHOT She opens the screen door and he steps onto the porch. He removes his rain hat, shaking off the raindrops.
WARDEN: I am wet.
KAREN: If you’re looking for the captain, he isn’t here.
WARDEN: (taking the long chance) And if I’m not looking for him?
KAREN: (unsmiling) He still isn’t here.
WARDEN: (quickly) Well, I’m looking for him. Do you know where he is?
KAREN: I haven’t the slightest idea. Perhaps he’s in town on business. That’s the way you put it the other day, isn’t it?
WARDEN: (fishes in his pocket, brings out papers) I got some papers it’s important for him to sign.
KAREN: (turns) I’ll try phoning him at the Club. Maybe he’s there.
WARDEN: Don’t do that. I never like to disturb a man when he’s drinking. I could use a drink my self. Aren’t you going to ask me in?
Karen finally smiles, faintly. She goes into the kitchen, leaving the door open. Warden follows her.
INT. KITCHEN HOLMES HOUSE – DAY MEDIUM SHOT The kitchen is small and undistinguished.
KAREN: (gestures): The liquor’s there, Sergeant — in the cabinet.
Warden takes a whisky bottle from the cabinet and pours a straight, stiff drink, puts the bottle on the table. He puts the papers down and drinks. Karen leans against the sink counter.
KAREN: You’re taking an awful chance, you know. My maid is liable to be home any time.
WARDEN: No she won’t. Thursday’s her day off.
KAREN: You think of everything, don’t you, Sergeant?
WARDEN: I try. In my position you have to.
KAREN: (goes to table and picks up the papers) Are these really important?
WARDEN: Yes. But not important they get signed today. Tomorrow’s okay.
Karen suddenly, deliberately, rips the papers in half, then crumbles and throws them into the wastebasket.
WARDEN: I got copies at the office, so it won’t be much work to fix them up.
Warden’s control has begun to affect Karen’s now. She is losing her poise.
KAREN: That’s what I like about you, Sergeant. You have confidence. It’s also what I dislike about you.
WARDEN: It’s not confidence, ma’am. It’s honesty. I just hate to see a beautiful woman goin all to waste.
He moves close to Karen, is on the verge of embracing her. Greatly tempted but greatly disturbed, she turns away. During her monologue she pours herself a drink. Her tone is no longer brittle. It is bitter.
KAREN: Waste, did you say, Sergeant? Now that’s a subject I might tell you something about. I know several kinds of waste, Sergeant. You’re probably not even remotely aware of some of them. Would you like to hear? For instance — what about the house without a child? There’s one sort for you. Then there’s another. (Karen takes a drink) You’re doing fine, Sergeant. My husband’s off somewhere, it’s raining outside, and we’re both drinking now. But you’ve probably got one thing wrong. The lady herself. The lady’s not what she seems. She’s a washout, if you know what I mean. And I’m sure you know what I mean.
WARDEN: You gonna cry?
KAREN: (turning away): Not if I can help it.
Warden takes a drink and puts the glass down on the table, hard enough for her to hear.
KAREN (turning back to him): What are you doing?
WARDEN I’m leaving. Isn’t that what you want?
KAREN (slowly) I don’t know, Sergeant. I don’t know.
They stare squarely at each other, both puzzled and a little afraid of their emotions. This is something neither had counted on. He goes to her and they kiss. Music up. The camera pulls back and out the window, into the rain.
FADE OUT
Now that’s one sexy scene, the sexiest in the movie, in my opinion. It’s much more erotic than that sea-soaked episode on the beach, the one that everyone remembers. Toggling back and forth between the second draft script and my tape of the movie was a revelation. I came to appreciate even more the writing skills involved, but also the contributions to the project the Kerr and Lancaster make — how subtly the nuance of facial expression, gesture, and body language communicate and reinforce emotions only hinted at on the page.
And remember that section of dialogue I mentioned that was cut from the second scene — removed either by the screenwriter in a later draft, or perhaps by the director as he shot the movie? In the Daniel Taradash second draft there was no kiss. In its place there was this, which comes after Karen says, “I don’t know, Sergeant. I don’t know.”
WARDEN: I know a beach near Diamond Head. Nobody ever goes there. The cars on the highway pass above and they never know it’s there. You feel like you used to feel when you were a kid, hiding by yourself in a cave, watching the others hunting you.
Karen turns, goes to the sink, puts the whisky bottle back in the cabinet.
KAREN: Maybe . . . why not?
WARDEN: How about Payday?
KAREN: You don’t have to spend money on me, Sergeant.
WARDEN: I just like to have some on me when I take out a woman. Can you get away?
KAREN: Maybe.
Warden grins. He goes to the door to the porch, pauses there.
WARDEN: I’ll be in Kuhio Park. Say, nine o’clock. Payday.
Karen leans back against the sink, watches him go out to the porch. A moment later the sound of the door is heard as he leaves. She turns on the faucet, starts to rinse the glasses they have used. Suddenly she turns the faucet on full force, watches it pound into the sink.
FADE OUT.
What is wrong with this second draft version of the scene? A more apt question is, What’s right with it? Take the blatant symbolism of the faucet water pounding into the sink, that’s downright corny. And the dialogue is too explicit, from Warden’s crude planning of their first “date” and it’s useless (to the audience) details. It’s all pure exposition that lacks even a suggestion of emotional nuance. Nothing is left for us to think about. Worse still, we feel nothing. We have been talked down to, led by the hand (nose) so that every thing is made perfectly (awfully) clear. Basically, we are disrespected and our intelligence is demeaned. We are insulted by being given TOO MUCH DIRECT INFORMATION.
You don’t have to be a professional screenwriter to figure out which of the two versions of that second scene between Karen and Sergeant Warden is best. It’s simple. The cuts and word changes made by the screenwriter and/or the director, enables us to connect to the story in a personal way. The same is true for the complete film. Throughout we are shown, not just told. We are allowed to feel our way into figuring it out for ourselves. The filmmakers permit us to collaborate in the creative process, and that’s what makes these two scenes — and the rest of the movie, all of which is treated with the same artful craft, so powerful. As I say, it’s a perfect film.
Copyright © 2009 Jim Sizemore.
If you have a classic scene from a classic movie that you’d like to share with the world, write it up (500-1,000 words) and send it along to jimscartoons@aol.com. I’d like to consider it for publication on the blog. Failing that, I’d at least like to know what you think of my choice in this case, pro or con.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Grab N Go Espresso bikini baristas busted
So it appears those cute girls in bikinis were serving more than Hot Coffee!
Busted Bikini Beauties
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Bing on Bikini Barista
It is Better to be Drunk than Wasted
How to Travel Naked
Beer Alert
A Constellation of Idiots
It is Better to be Drunk than Wasted
Texas Toast
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Friday, September 25, 2009
stripper's that let you touch & suck
last night was the last night of my birthday adventures so we decided to go stripper hoping after my boy’s fantastic performance!
we went to about three strip joints; one had too many boys there, it was like it was their very first time to see tits and even though the girls were hot, i got turned off by the crowd. the second joint didn’t have enough people, so the third place we went to was ‘B2o’ since it had become our new favourite spot. the crowd was good and whenever i blended in with the crowd, stripper’s would approach my boy thinking he was alone and it proved again (as i often forget) that my boy is quite a looker
even though we saw our fav stripper from the other night, i just wasn’t feeling it at these places. they were such a tease and the last time i got a dance i felt frustrated at the fact i couldn’t touch them. it was TOO much of a tease. i couldn’t even begin to imagine how a GUY would feel!
a few years back i remembered going to my first strip club and they allowed clients to touch the stripper’s. i told my bf this and he too had heard this from a friend. so even though i wasn’t sure if this was still the case, we decided to make our final destination for the night there before heading home. it was nice and convenient because it was on the way home and very near to where we live.
we walked in for free being that it was 2am in the morning and the first thing i noticed was a guy smoking…then another guy…then another! i was ecstatic at the fact we could smoke in there and i lit one up straight away as i had a look around the joint to get myself comfortable. the place hadn’t changed one bit and as i looked towards the end of the joint, the familiar one and only lapdance room was there. this joint was different to other clubs because they only had one room where everyone who wanted a dance could into. no one got private rooms, it was like a massive stripper orgy!
the windows for the room were heavily tinted but i could still see inside as stripper’s were giving their client’s dances, one stripper in particular was straddled on top of her client facing him as he was softly fondling her beautiful breasts. i couldn’t believe as eyes as this TOO hadn’t changed! i looked at the other people in there getting their lapdances and they too were doing the same thing; having their stripper’s straddle them as they got to fondle their big beautiful breasts as they grinded up against them. i could hardly wait for mine!
i took a shot of wet pussy (no pun intended) and we sat near the room so that the next hot stripper who walked out we could grab straight away. we didn’t have much time left as the place was going to be closing soon too. one girl in there had a beautiful body and naturally big tits to match, not to mention a sexy face. i looked at my bf knowing that he too felt the same way.
as she walked out i slowly brushed my finger’s against her arm to get her attention and she greeted me with a big smile. i asked if she did couples and she said “ofcourse!” and we all made our way into the orgy room.
we were the only couple in there, not to mention I was the only non-stripper girl in there too. she started on me and i couldn’t help but touch her body straight away. i touched the smooth skin of her back and made her moan as i made my way up to cup her heavy breasts. and as she let her breasts tumble out i couldn’t help but want to ravish her right then and there as her nipples became hard gently rolling them in between my fingers.
she leant towards me and started kissing my neck and making her way towards my breasts. i put my hands through her long dark hair and then over the arch of her back to feel her smooth skin again. i leaned closer to her so could kiss her too and made her moan as i kissed the spots that i loved to be kissed on my own neck.
she then sexily gets up and makes her way towards my boyfriend and kisses his neck as she slowly unbuttons his shirt. i can’t help but have my hands fondle her tits as i can’t get enough. i then grab my boyfriend’s hand and make him squeeze her breasts in his hand continuing to play with the other, knowing how much pleasure this is giving to her.
she then turns around and sits on him, as i watch my bf giving her such sensual kisses on her back shoulder letting out moans as he rolls her jutted nipples in between his fingers…the sight is just TOO much for me to handle! i am so turned on at this point as iv got my hand rubbing on her thigh reminding myself that there is a no touching pussy policy! if you only knew how BADLY i wanted to touch her there! i was aching for her!
i then see my boyfriend lower his head making his way towards her breasts and he looks at me to do the same. we both take a nipple each into our mouths and make her moan in ecstasy! i wrap my lips around her nipple and suck it gently just like how i love to be sucked. i circle around and over her nipple with the tip of my tongue as i trace my finger’s around her breasts. i hear my boyfriend say to her, “you’re getting my girlfriend so horny…” and she replies back, “SHE’S getting me so horny!” i look up and give them both a very big sexy smile.
she gets off him and as she makes her way to kneel in between my legs, i look around the room and notice how EVERYONE being the security guard, stripper’s and clients ALL have their eyes on US! it was amazing! it was like we gave THEM a show!
the stripper had her hands on my thighs and slowly felt her way up under my skirt and before i knew it we were kissing! my bf later on told me that as soon as i started kissing her, her nipples became even harder…i’m pretty sure he too was finding it extremely hard to contain himself at this point. i pulled away in case i was coming on to her too much and she pulled me back for a lil bit more before our time was up. she looked at me with a gorgeous smile and said, “you’re so hot! i really hope you come back again!” i couldn’t help but think WHEN would be the next time i could have her and that experience again too!
as i got up and straightened myself out, everyone in the room had their jaws down to the ground, it felt so good knowing that i TOO turned them all on! i thanked the guard and gave him a smile, he too gave me a playful smile and a tap on the back (in other words, thanks for the show you kinky lil bitch! LOL)
writing this has gotten me so worked up that i’m going to grab my boy and role play a hot lil stripper scene…me being the stripper from last night and him telling me everything he would wanna do to her
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Vivian Porto
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Thumbing a Ride
Daniel Radcliffe (Harry Potter) devorando con la mirada a Hermione (Emma Watson)
Esa cara esta diciendo: “¡Mamacita, que ricota te has puesto. Tarde o temprano me he de revolcar contigo, chiquita!”
¡Ja,ja! Por supueso que es natural la cara que pone nuestro amigo Harry, pues es la que pondria cualquier tiranetas que se precie de serlo, al tener tan cerca a semejante tentacion rubia.
Y es que aqui comprendemos al buen Daniel Radcliffe, que desde niño a tenido la fortuna de crecer cerca de Emma Watson y, por supuesto, ver como se desarrollaban esos suculentos encantos que ahora posee. Y es de suponer las ganas que le ha de traer a Emmita, pues la carita que pone no es de. “¡Ah, como gozamos anoche!” si no de : “¡Ah, como me encantaria darte por todos lados!” Lo que nos da a entender que no se la ha podido echar al plato, mas bien la tiene en la mira.
Te comprendemos Daniel, aqui, en Tiramelaneta, todos estamos igual que tu.
Cara de un tiranetista al ver a Emma Watson
Asi te queremos tener, querida señorita Watson
Lo que Emma gritaria si se topara con alguno de nosotros (o si se hubiera dado cuanta de como la miraba Daniel)
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Photos of Cute Girls with Tongue Piercings
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How to Travel Naked
Taking Crazy Pills
Microsoft Certification
How to Lead A Double Life
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Monday, September 21, 2009
For Masuimi Max fans out there...
You should pick up ‘The Devil’s Muse’.
Masuimi sizzles the screen in the movie AND in the bonus behind-the-scenes features!
Google it!
And order it from Amazon if you’re ready to take the dive into its moody and sexy world.
Go to HALO 8 for the official trailer for a glimpse of Masuimi in the film!
Thanks so much! I promise you won’t be disappointed!
see her in THE DEVIL'S MUSE!
Cheryl Cole on Going Nude
Sorry to be the barrier of bad news for all you fellas, but Girls Aloud hottie Cheryl Cole will “never” go nude for a photo shoot and slams other stars that do.
She said: “There’s nothing tasteful about some fruit covering your bits! Sometimes a beautiful dress is much more sexy than underwear. Have some class.”
Cole, who was voted top 10 in the FHM 100 Sexiest 2009 list, also admits that she isn’t anti plastic surgery but would rather not go under the knife just yet.
She added, “I’ve got nothing against it. If someone hasn’t got boobs and having them done is going to make them a happier, more confident person, then go for it.
“I wouldn’t deny it if I had plastic surgery. I wouldn’t just come out with bog boobs and say, ‘No, I haven’t had an operation!’ I think imperfections are sexy anyway, I honestly do. If everyone looked perfect with a perfect face and perfect boobs, it wouldn’t be sexy as it’s not real life.”
Whatever Cheryl is doing seems to be working. That girl is so gorgeous, she’s as close to perfect as it’s going to get!
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Sunday, September 20, 2009
the birthday card
the boy picked me up about 2 1/2 hours ago and gave me a very beautiful card! in it were some clues about what i’m goin to expect for my upcoming “birthday week”. he wrote:
this week is your birthday and i have put together something:
inspiring
yummy
magical
sexy
vintage
childlike
smelly (which is my BIGGEST pet hate so i really hope it’s nothing too bad )
kinky
&
adventurous
apparently, NOT in that order.
my first surprise will come when i hear the alarm on his phone go off at 12am…30mins from now!
im TOO excited!
Oh Right, The Clothes!
OMG, I can’t believe you are going to write about those dresses without showing them! Upload photos, please. In the early 90s, I mostly wore ripped jeans and cardigans. Also, sometimes, overalls with pigtails. Why did we dress like farmers, Kara? Was it a rebellion against the uptight academicism we were embracing simultaneously?
Later, we strategically ripped the necks out of our shirts as if we were being chafed by the tag and got carried away — also, I think, so the shirt would fall off our shoulders a little. We wore Revlon Blackberry lipstick but not a lot of other make-up. We dyed our hair a lot. But generally I feel like the uniform was fairly unisex, with the flannel shirts and all the shoulder-length hair. And wasn’t that so nice in a way? That men and women were able to turn each other on by dressing more or less the same, and so comfortably?
Of course, after all that frumpiness, I think it makes sense why as the nineties were ending all I wanted to wear were short skirts and high heels.
P.S. Here’s one of the other “sexy flannel” pictures I found while looking last night for a blog header. I do hope flannel makes a comeback.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
PAGEANT UPDATES: MISS WORLD ROMANIA 2009 RESULTS!!!
Eighteen year old beauty from Bristita, Romania was recently crowned as Miss World Romania 2009 at the Cantacuzino Castle in Bucharest, the country’s capital. She is Loredana Violeta Salanta, who stands 1.78 m, will represent her country at Miss World 2009 to be held on Johannesburg, South Africa.
Alexandra Dumitrache of Mioveni ended up as first runner-up and will compete for Miss Tourism Queen International 2010.
Friday, September 18, 2009
gjelina
i first stumbled upon gjelina last spring while on abbot kinney working on a project for school. it was the raw, unfinished exterior wood cladding that first caught my attention, and the lack of exterior signage that lured me inside. i then spent the next half hour wandering around the bustling one room restaurant (two, if you include the outdoor lounge) trying to take in every lusciously understated detail.
screenshot courtesy of gjelina.com
i’ll admit, i’m a sucker for the vintage edison bulb look, so the large industrial “chandelier” that dominates the view of the bar helped the cause. but remaining details like lyrically carved plaster walls, damask-esque banquette upholstery, rough brick flooring, and reclaimed wood tables made the crush official. if vintage france and rustic america had a baby, this would be it. i was disappointed, though, to hear mixed reports on the food front. some people raved, others were underwhelmed. after a string of disappointments at l.a. eateries that talk alot of talk, but didn’t walk the walk, I was hesitant to ruin my infatuation with gjelina by actually eating there.
photo courtesy of latimes.com
so wasn’t i pleasantly surprised to find all the neighsaying was for naught while sharing lunch with a friend last tuesday. we revitalized our tastebuds with a marinated beet, avocado and blood orange salad before assailing them with the spice of a guanciale, fresno chille and mozzarella pizza (not pictured, unfortunately). after washing it all down with a (shh, don’t tell) glass of white, i sat back and reveled at the thought of future flings with my new favorite westside eatery.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Tongue Piercing-Lick It Up!
Janine Lindemulder-Femme Fatale
Slurp, tongue piercings are oh so sexy! I am personally quite baffled by the prospect of existing without my personal one. The few times I have had to remove it because of occasions which deemed it “improper”, it felt like an actual body part was taken out. Make no mistake, it was never my choice and the sharp flesh colored replacement didn’t make up for the feeling of my usual sexy metal ball. Horrible withdrawals!
Celebrity Drew Barrymore sports her tongue metal…
And no, I do not belong to the crowd that plays with it endlessly, knocking it on the teeth, chewing and tugging on it. There are Milkbones for that my friends. I actually find it quite unattractive and a bit of a nuisance.
The obvious question has always been: Soooooo, why do you have that in your mouth? Is that for….like….uhhhmmmm, you know…?! (Giggle…). With a tilted head, pondering with eyes gazing into outer space, I answer: Let me think about that for a minute or so…YES, it is! Anything else you would care to know?
The actual piercing process is quite enjoyable and pretty painless. Imagine a bar of soap, take a knitting needle and stick it all the way through. That is pretty much equal to the steps of a tongue impalement. Honestly! Immediately after, you swell up and lisp for a day or so, but look at the bright side of things; one of the main items on the edible menu is ice pops, how bad can it be?!
If you want to experience something that I personally find tremendously enjoyable, make an appointment at your local store. Be sure to check that their standards meet all the safety and sterile requirements. You wouldn’t want to end up having to cut your tongue out if something went wrong…even though silence can be a virtue!
Fit For Childbirth
When it comes to childbirth, women need to be prepared both mentally and physically. Being physically prepared for labor, engaging in a consistent fitness routine, will make labor much more bearable. Believe me, you will need to be in the best shape possible for the long delivery…takes a lot of strength and stamina to push that big baby out of such a small opening! Here are some great exercises to get you prepared for childbirth and beyond.
Before starting any fitness routine, consult your doctor.
Prenatal exercises:
- Squats- Great exercise to master for labor.
- Plies
- Pelvic tilts
- Bridge
- Adductor/ Abductors
- Abdominals
- Back
Post-natal exercises:
- Legs
- Hamstrings
- Quadriceps
- Calves
- Thighs
- Glutes
- Core
- Upper body
- Chest
- Back
- Shoulders
- Biceps
- Tricpes
- Cardio
- Walk
- Jog
- Swim
- Hike
- Rollerblade
- Yoga
- Martial arts
These exercises listed above are just a few of the many exercises recommended to do. I would highly advise any beginner to hire a Personal Trainer to learn proper form, exercise variation and for a personalized fitness program. Having a baby changes the body dramatically, so hiring a Personal Trainer, who is certified as a Pre and Post-natal Trainer, is the best option to building and maintaining a strong body.
I can relate to the pressures of getting your pre-baby body back and I advise women to work out prior to having a child to make it easier to lose the baby weight. Although mothers will never have the same body prior to having kids, I do know moms can feel lean and sexy if following the right fitness and health routine. One who has a strong body, has a strong mind to follow!
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Les tabous de la danse orientale
Si vous êtes vous-mêmes danseur ou danseuse, vous avez sans doute remarqué des sujets tabous ou polémiques au sujet de la danse orientale. Je vais tenter de les développer ici. Bien sûr, cet article ne reflète que mon opinion, et comme toutes les opinions, elle est personnelle.
1. La danse orientale n’est pas une danse sensuelle
Les danseuses aiment que leur art soit reconnu, en mettant à l’écart tous les clichés qui entourent la danse orientale. N’oublions pas qu’elle peut être une danse de combat, de douleur. Mais ce serait peut-être aller un peu loin de dire que la danse orientale n’est pas une danse sensuelle. La frontière est parfois fine entre quelque chose qui reste sensuelle et quelque chose de purement vulgaire.
Cela influence fortement le choix des costumes des danseuses. Nous connaissons tous des danseuses dont les costumes ne laissent plus beaucoup de place à l’imagination… mais devons-nous juger si cela est bien ou mal ? Personnellement, je porte des costumes plus couvrants qui s’accordent mieux avec le style baladi que je pratique la plupart du temps.
2. Age
L’age est un autre sujet dont on parle peu. Jusqu’à quel âge une danseuse professionnelle devrait elle se produire ? C’est bien sûr un sujet délicat et même douloureux pour les personnes concernées lorsqu’on passe toute sa vie à parfaire son art et que soudainement les propositions n’arrivent plus et les commentaires déplaisants fusent dans votre dos.
Difficile (et idiot) de faire des généralités, car chacun vieillit différemment et fait évoluer sa danse différemment. Des danseuses anciennes inspirent beaucoup les nouvelles générations par leur technique irréprochable.
Quand des restaurateurs refuseront des danseuses plus âgées, d’autres organisateurs d’événements les inviteront volontiers car ils en reconnaissent le talent, la technique et la beauté. Chacun sa vision !
3. Poids et Apparence
Je pense qu’il est aussi souvent tabou de parler du poids entre les danseuses. A ce que j’ai pu en voir, les danseuses en sous-poids ou en sur-poids sont celles qui ont le plus de difficultés à trouver des scènes pour les accueillir. Le public semble en général préféré les danseuses minces. Encore une fois, les personnes avec plus de connaissances et d’expertise sauront apprécier des danseuses de toute silhouette, pourvu que le talent soit au rendez-vous.
4. L’appréciation des différents types de danse
La communauté des danseuses n’est pas nécessairement une grande unité aux goûts et opinions semblables. Par expérience, certaines danseuses ne vous considéreront comme des leurs que si vous avez étudié tous les styles de danse. Gare à vous si vous n’aimez pas le style tribal ! A contrario, certaines danseuses n’apprécient pas tous les styles fusion et souhaitent conserver le style originel de la danse.
Les danses orientales sont un art magnifique. Il est à la fois universel, et à la fois parle différemment à tous. Il ne devrait y avoir aucun tabou. Si vous aimez ceci, mais pas cela, vous devriez être libre de le dire ouvertement. Toutes les opinions ont leur importance.
Audrina (of The Hills) Does a Sexy Spread for Maxim
Audrina Patridge may have lightened her hair a bit, but the girl best known as The Hills’ sole brunette still stands a shade apart from her bleached brethren. Currently appearing on her last season of the MTV “reality” show that made her a star, the Cali native is also starring in this month’s collegiate horror flick Sorority Row and next year’s tentatively (and creatively) titled Hills spin-off, The Audrina Show. Try to keep things tidy, boys.
Tell us about Sorority Role.
I play a sorority girl who gets cheated on. And if you cheat on one Theta Pi, you cheat on all Theta Pis, so me and the other sisters decide to pull a prank on my boyfriend—which does not go according to plan. It’s very gory, but it also has a lot of comedy, so when you’re not getting scared and jumping, you’re laughing.
Is this really going to be your last season on The Hills? Why?
You know, it’s just something that I felt inside. I’m an adult now, and I don’t need all the petty drama and drinking and fighting. I’ve done that, and I’m ready to move on.
Can you spill anything about The Audrina Show?
The producer is Mark Burnett, who executive-produced Survivor. It’s a behind-the-scenes look at my life in L.A.—the movies and shoots and parties. It’s not as glamorous as it appears, plus it’ll actually feature people I know. It’s, like, real.
What’s the craziest pick-up line you’ve ever gotten?
This guy at a club once told me, “If you were a door, I would slam you all night long.” I just laughed it off.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Silvia Sicilia del trio más polémico de hombres y mujeres y viceversa al desnudo, más sexy que nunca...
Después de protagonizar un trío amoroso con Manuel y Jenni, Silvia confesó ante todo el mundo que había sido novia del actor porno, Nacho Vidal y que uno de sus objetivos en el programa había sido llegar a ser portada de la revista Interviú. Objetivo que ha cumplido llegando a asegurar que en lugar de encontrar el amor lo que ha encontrado ha sido la fama. Más sensual que nunca, la canaria vuelve a mostrar al mundo sus atributos.
Agradecimientos a: Interviú
Aljachino
Sunday, September 13, 2009
BABE OF THE DAY (9/14): EXOTIC RUSSIAN BEAUTY GODDESS YANA-MARIA IRNAZAROVA!
Exotic!
A beauty goddess is born!
Yana Maria Irnazarova, 18, is one of several Russian women with exotic and captivating beauty. One of a kind. She was born in Yakutia, a small principality in Russia. During her participation in Miss Russia 2009, her beauty made headlines from local newspapers. With her beauty and outstanding photogenic ability, Yana-Maria ended as Top Five finalist. She represented Sakha Republic.
During Miss Universe 2009 season, Yana-Maria was mistaken as Pamela Bianca Manalo, Miss Philippines, many times. Pageant fans quoted that they are look-alikes. It is not surprising though because both girls possess exotic beauties!
MORE PHOTOS
(credits from Miss Russia Org., Missosology, and Yakutia Today)
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My Daughter’s Best Friend
By the time our daughter had graduated from high school and left for college. Long before our thirtieth wedding anniversary my wife and I had both grown increasingly apart and pretty much lost that lovin feeling for each other. Yet even though the flame in our hearts had gone out neither my wife nor I wanted to go through the hellish ordeal of an acrimonious divorce. Nor did my wife and I want to break our family apart much less force our children to choose one parent over the other.
Our solution (simple and elegant like our life together had always been) was to present the united front of a happy couple to the world, our extended family and our children. Even as my wife and I sought sexual satisfaction within the arms of other lovers outside our marriage. Our mutually agreed upon open marriage resulting in our living together more like roommates. Than an old married couple as we stopped sleeping with each other and moved into our own bedrooms.
Having already decided to deal with our situation on a personal level it was just a simple matter of putting up the family home for rent. Leaving my wife and I free to move into a two bedroom condo which along with the livingroom and kitchen had been designed on one level. The advantage being that each bedroom had its own master bathroom which added another whole level of privacy whenever we were entertaining our lovers.
Living like roommates who just happened to be best friends my wife and I finely had enough time to pursue our own separate interests and hobbies. Instead of being obligated to spend each and every last minute of our ever shortening life spans with each other while boring each other nearly to death. My wife could spend her time gossiping with her girlfriends and playing with her vibrator in her bedroom. While I was at long last free to allow my hyperactive and over sexed imagination to roam wherever it was wont to go throughout the galaxy. While my fingertips tapped out the poems and stories pouring out of the black hole that is my soul that I so loved to write upon my laptop computers oh so co-operative keyboard.
From the time I first began chasing two legged dear when I was in high school and throughout my three decades long marriage. I’d always been sexually drawn to slightly older women and two legged dear closer to my own age. Though up until now I’d never cheated on my wife nor had I ever considered any two legged dear who was the same age as my daughter as a viable sexual partner. That is until now when on one of my daughters visits home from college. Quite unexpectedly I found myself eagerly responding to the causal flirtations of my daughters incredibly sexy best friend.
Of course I was flattered that the nineteen year old sky blue eyed, blonde haired and curvaceous college coed was interested in sleeping with an old man like myself. But at first I wasn’t too certain how my daughter would react to my bedding her best friend if I started humping her between the clean and fresh sheets of my alter of lust. Yet I needn’t have worried because after a long talk with her mother my daughter pulled me aside. In order to assure me that even though she didn’t agree with our lifestyle and was still furious with her mother for entertaining other men in her bed. That it wouldn’t bother her in the least if I began sleeping with her best friend. Then my daughter strongly hinted that she knew lots of pretty girls who liked to bed men much older then themselves.
Which is how I soon found myself spending an evening at home alone with my daughter’s lovely and curvaceous best friend. Where we sat side by side on the livingroom couch watching a movie while drinking fruit flavored wine coolers. Utterly sure of both herself and what she wanted as well as certain of her ability to get it from whomever it was that she wanted it from. It wasn’t long before my daughter’s blonde haired, sky blue eyed and curvaceous best friend. Suggestively snuggled up next to me on the couch where she laid her head upon the curve of my left shoulder.
Looking downward past the neckline of my daughter’s curvaceous best friends low cut black and white striped pullover dress. I could clearly see the luscious curves of her cleavage nestled within the cups of her Victoria Secrets bra. The sight of which couldn’t help but make the lance of my already hardening manhood begin to throb. With the almost over powering and socially forbidden desire to taste the honeycomb of my daughter’s best friends wetness with the tip of my tongue.
So that by the time the movie was over I’d placed the palm of my left hand on top of the luscious curve my daughter’s best friends silky smooth and clean shaven right thigh. Where my fingers had slowly slid inward as they crept upwards along the curves of her well toned inner thighs. Of course the blonde haired and sky blue eyed college coed cooperated by sliding her legs and thighs slightly apart and just enough. So that I was able to gently rub the slit of her womanhood through the cottony fabric of her panties for the last forty-five minutes or so of the movie. With the tips of my fingers whose gentle caress caused my daughter’s best friend to become increasing wetter between her legs the longer I rubbed. So that by the end of the movie the intimate garment of the nineteen year old college coed had become soaking wet with the intensity of her sexual arousal.
After turning off the high definition wide screen televison with the remote control. I gathered up my daughter’s nineteen year old and curvaceous best friend within the curves of my arms. Then carried the sexy two legged dear into the lair of my bedroom where after pulling off our clothes which both of us carelessly dropped onto the floor. My daughter’s best friend and I slipped into each others arms between the clean and fresh sheets of the altar of lust that is my full size bed.
For quite some time we lay there beneath the sheets of my bed making out. Our tongues chasing each other in and out of our mouths like children chasing each other on a school playground. While our fingertips eagerly explored and caressed the gentle curves of the forbidden places of her well endowed body and my well hung manhood. Taking the time to both get to know each other intimately while throughly enjoying each others body without getting in a rush to copulate and consummate our socially forbidden sexual relationship.
Reaching down between the clean shaven and silky smooth thighs of my nineteen year old blonde haired and forbidden lover. I gently inserted two of my fingers deep inside the honeycomb of the hot and wet pussy of my daughter’s best friend. Who responded with a moan that soon turned into a cry of ecstasy as both of my fingers began to wiggle like a couple of worms in an overripe apple.
Nor did my daughter’s best friend and college roommate resist when at last I rolled her over onto her back and slipped between her thighs. Pressing the tip of my little head against the protective lips of her labia even as she wrapped both her arms and legs tightly around my neck and waist. Once I was in the proper position all it took was one single thrust of my powerful hips. To push the entire length of my rock hard and oh so throbbing cock inside the welcoming warmth of the velvety sheath of the college coed’s love canal.
Again and again and then a whole lot more the twin ovals of my ass rose and fell beneath the sheets of my full size altar of lust. As I made absolutely certain to take full advantage of reaming out the honeycomb of my daughter’s best friend and college roommate’s wetness. Who alternated between throwing back her head as she cried out in ecstasy and showering my face and neck with wet passionate kisses. While she lay there on her back beneath the clean and fresh sheets giving this doddering old fool. The ride of his golden years while I did my level best to bang the ever living daylights out of my eighteen year old daughter’s curvaceous college roommate. Making her cum again and then some more while both my wife and daughter were out painting the town in which we’d lived for many years.
Before I go clubbing...
I need to decide what my limits are
Sometimes, when I go out to the clubs, I expect to just have an okay time. And then – BOOM! – After three beers, I find myself on the dancefloor, gently squeezing a sweet girl, and having fun. This is how it should be!
This is a candid blog, so I’ll be honest. There’s something really reassuring when I hold an attractive girl close to me on the dancefloor, and squeeze her butt, as the music plays. It’s almost like being totally lost to the senses…the liquor’s got you feeling loose (just like Jamie Foxx said…), the music is loud enough that it’s having a drug-like effect on you, the dancefloor is vibrating to the bass, and you have a sexy gal in your arms who’s in the mood justs as much as you are. Talk about a guy being fulfilled.
Do we have to have liquor and music going to socialize on THAT level? I think so. Cause one thing I’ve realized as I grow up is that, adults like to drink…especially to loosen up in conversation, ease social tension, or get sexually loose and get promiscuous without having to ‘force it’.
AND, the harder somebody works, the more they drink.
The longer somebody has worked hard on a daily basis, whoa…this person WILL drink a lot.
If someone is uptight, and they know they’re uptight – and they want to loosen up for any of the aforementioned reasons, you can be sure they’ll be the ones pushing for the drinks. And they’ll need everyone else to drink along too the more the merrier…
I do have a girlfriend, so…I’ll just have to do most of my action on the dancefloor. I definitely think going out to club also has a much better chance of getting anybody some action, rather than making a post on craigslist. In the club, you also get to meet the person first…just a thought.
A lot can happen on the dancefloor, and it’s saturday. Let’s go.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Lady Gaga con un mega escotazo
Aqui tenemos de nueva cuanta a una de las zorras cantantes del momento, ¡Lady Gaga! que en esta ocasion de vistio (o mas bien se desvistio, con un muy generoso escote, para mostrar sus (caidas) tetitas y sus rubios pezones. Aunque no hay mucho que ver, se agradece la intencion y la muestra de como se debe vestir una mujer… la neta!!!
¡Señorita, se le olvido ponerse el sosteeeeeen!
Friday, September 11, 2009
Sheer Iridesscent makes woman feel sexy with sheer control
Body Wrap, an intimate apparel shapewear company of SEA Group, has launched SHEER IRIDESSCENT a new innovative shapewear collection that combines body shaping techniques with sheer control fabrics in solids and print.
“The Sheer Iridesscent collection makes a woman feel sexy with sheer control. The look is fresh and the collection has prints and shapes that look and feel chic!” says Kathy Van Ness EVP/CMO of SEA Group.
The product has engineered seaming and uniquely designed prints that enhance and shape the body with a sheer transparent fabric.
The collection is built around brief, long pant, camisole and bandeau dress and will be seen in key retailers such as Neiman Marcus and Nordstrom and better specialty stores for holiday season 2009/2010.
Body Wrap sells its products in over 50 countries worldwide and is part of SEA, Swim Experts Alliance. SEA Group is a worldwide leading manufacturer of ladies swimsuits and beachwear, as well as seamless control shapewear with the brands; Body Wrap, Sheer Iridesscent, Gottex, Profile by Gottex; Gideon Oberson,Christina, Captiva, The C Collection, Fantasizer, Baltex, Be Creative, Silhouette Solutions, Krista, and licensed products Nicole Miller.
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Thursday, September 10, 2009
"The Trouble with Dostoevsky"(or The Problem For Any Writer)
is isolation -
one author, one premise;
the illusion of being alone
in a room filled with people
and, further,
that these people are real
and the room is not
OR
the room is real
and not the people.
At some point,
a hundred or so pages deep,
I cannot be found,
not by doorbells,
telephones, pagers, or bookmarks.
Falling asleep on the worn couch of my fancy -
that’s not so bad.
It’s rather comfy.
Some even
consider it noble.
The trouble comes
when I pretend
no one else has ever done it.
Geek I'd Like to ... Do Math Homework With
Danica McKellar does Math
Although Winnie never got to second base with Kevin on The Wonder Years, Danica McKeller was clearly paying attention to the “Geeks are Sexy” rule. In addition to her acting career, she found time to get a Math degree from UCLA and also penned two sexily titled math books: Math Doesn’t Suck (2007) and Kiss My Math (2008). Both books encourage middle school girls to enjoy math. Sexy and sassy!
So Danica… I’ve got this trigonometry problem… wanna help?
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
From the top drawer: Victoria's Secret Bustier Set
It was an itsy bitsy polka dot bustier
How cute is this? This retro style bustier has side slits and satin ribbon lacing so you can draw in that waistline a lil bit more and give your girls a little added lift. And this picture is just so darn adorable, right down to her fluffy pin curls and old school hairdryer.
At US$58, it’s an affordable bit of luxury. Go on, treat yourself and your man to a little bit of fun and relive that 1950s feeling again.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Excess Baggage
Louis Vuitton
will not let you go.
Not until your ears crave
that zipper sound,
the sound that admits
what you always believed:
there’s something on the
other side. Open and shut case.
Either your credit cards
are in there or they’re not,
there’s no room to lie.
In Donna Karan’s New York,
where everything hangs in proper
proportion, everything asserts its belonging
as does the debutante;
with a stylish swing that says
chic or diva. Those things not en vogue
live at the bottom
of last year’s Gucci.
Zip. Put away. But always there.
A couple of Kenneth-Cole-walks
around the block
would look good on you;
thoughts, as matching accessories,
jingle. Last year’s handbag
that was so this year
goes out the next.
Its handle broke.
And the new Lana Marks
replaces that gaudy
fashion faux pas you used to have
on your shoulder; worn with issues
by J’accuse. Shoulder pads
by Chip.
Blog de people
Etonnant cette decouverte. Trouver sur ce blog enormement d infos sur les stars et sur le sexy et parfois meme nu, etc… C est un blog a jour en fonction des actualites pour qu’on ai les meilleurs buzz de l internet. Blog de Buzz nous montre chaque bonnes news online. Accedez aux news en direct avant les autres. Ce weblog est bien positionne sur le moteur de recherche Google et sur bing.com ou yahoo.com. Il developpe toutes les buzz y compris la parodie et le sexy. C est une valeur sur et on sera tres content du contenu et de la presentation de celui ci. N attendez plus et venez decouvrir ce blog.
Monday, September 7, 2009
My First Lover
Beneath the clean and fresh sheets
of another man’s bed
locked within the embrace of a cougar
my virginity did I lose
far above the clouds of sexual ecstasy
till then quite unknown
my forbidden paramour escorted me
our moans and sighs
mingling together with our randy cries
echoed about the walls
of the bedroom she shares to this day
with her unwary husband
again and again and then some more
my hips rose and fell
the entire length of my throbbing cock
sliding ever upwards
into the velvety sheath of the warmth
of her hot and wet pussy
with each and every unrelenting thrust
until all too very soon
with a shutter and a victorious scream
my virile seed burst forth
in a blinding rush of sexual pleasure
raced up into the womb
of the woman who was my first lover
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Mya is Back in a Big way
3 words that you will be hearing from now until early 2010
MYA IS BACK AND DAMN IS SHE BAD.. Mya’s appearence on Dancin With The Stars couldn’t have come at a better time for her. It seems to have resurrected her career. Mya has always had the face,the ass, &the moves but somehow she never really seems to get the respect she deserves. Mya is back and lookin more fit and thick as ever.(you see these legs n thighs that i see?.. Check out some pics from Mya performing inAtlantic City… Don’t drool to much.. Damn Mya is back
SEXY STYLE: Model Daniela Hensel with new Fashion Photo at MyFashionShow
Model Daniela Hensel
Daniela Hensel is a fashion model from Berlin, Germany, specializing in portrait, fashion, sports, swimwear, parts modeling, lingerie, glamour, fine art nude and body painting.
Über Model Daniela HenselDaniela kann bereits auf eine erfolgreiche Modelkarriere zurückblicken. Zu ihren Referenzen zählen u. a. UNCLE SAM, Astra Bier, ALLSTARS, LIQUI MOLY, LOUIS, Berentzen, BTI, TOM NIXX, McFit, BRAVO, B&B: BREAD & BUTTER. Weiterhin ist sie als Tänzerin deutschlandweit in Clubs wie dem Pacha (München/Berlin) oder dem Felix (Berlin) zu sehen. Vor der Fernsehkamera stand sie schon für Produktionen von ZDF (Ein starkes Team, Balko), MTV, SAT 1 (Nils Ruf Show), RTL 2 (Big Brother) sowie Pro 7 und spielte in Musikvideos mit (Die fantastischen Vier (Troy), H-Blockx, Jan Delay (Feuer) und Ich + Ich).
Name: Daniela Hensel
Wohnort: Klein Schauen
Körpergröße: 173 cm
Maße: 93-62-89
Einsatzbereiche: Portrait, Fashion, Bademode, Dessous, Teilakt, Foto- und Videoaufnahmen
- Weitere Fashion-Shows
- Homepage von Daniela
- Schicke eine E-Mail an Daniela
Saturday, September 5, 2009
FairyTale Fantasies
É um projeto de dois artistas do Deviant Art. O J-Scott-Campbell traça os desenhos e a Nei Ruffino os colore, depois as artes viram um calendário pra 2010, com doze ilustrações de contos de fada e histórias infantis numa versão sexy.
haa’ adoreeii!
Na minha opinião a Cinderela, Dorothy e a Bela Adormecida estão muuito lindas!
Friday, September 4, 2009
9/5...LAUGH with DORAZ*
A modern Orthodox Jewish couple, preparing for a religious wedding meets with their rabbi for counseling.
The rabbi asks if they have any last questions before they leave.
The man asks, “Rabbi, we realize it’s tradition for men to dance with men, and women to dance with women at the reception. But, we’d like your permission to dance together, like the rest of the world.”
“Absolutely not,” says the rabbi.
“It’s immodest. Men and women always dance separately.”
“So after the ceremony I can’t even dance with my own wife?”
“No,” answered the rabbi.
“It’s forbidden.”
“Well, okay,” says the man, “What about sex? Can we finally have sex?”
“Of course!” replies the rabbi.
“Sex is a mitzvah a good thing within marriage, to have children!”
“What about different positions?”
asks the man
“No problem,” says the rabbi “It’s a mitzvah!”
“Woman on top?” the man asks.
“Sure,” says the rabbi. “Go for it! It’s a mitzvah!”
“Doggy style?”
“Sure! Another mitzvah!”
“On the kitchen table?”
“Yes, yes! A mitzvah!”
“Can we do it on rubber sheets with a bottle of hot oil, a couple of vibrators,
a leather harness, a bucket of honey and a porno video?”
“You may indeed. It’s all a mitzvah!”
“Can we do it standing up?”
“No.” says the rabbi.”
“Why not?” asks the man.
“Could lead to dancing!”
These wobbly bits won't shake the world
I’ve blogged before on the insulpliment – a compliment that’s also an insult – but it always surprises me how subtle it is.
Ignoring the fact that this story was around last week but only just picked up by News Ltd today, we have Glamour magazine in the US (strangely with the English spelling) with a photo of plus-sized model Lizzie Miller without her “wobbly bits” airbrushed out:
They’ve been dubbed the “wobbly bits that shook the world”, inspiring women to learn to love their “love handles”.
Shook the fashion world my jiggly arse. This image won’t change anything. Magazines have been getting positive feedback on normal-sized models for years. And now the magazine is “planning an entire edition dedicated to the improved body image issue” – body image issues they have been complicit in creating. (And how is improved body image an “issue”? Maybe it’s an issue for people whose careers are based on making women feel bad about themselves so they’ll go spend money.)
Predictably, the photo was in an article about what men really think is sexy. That’s right girls, we’ve been telling you for years that if you starve yourself men will find you sexy, but now we’re telling you that if you put on weight, then men will find you sexy. It’s never about being sexy for yourself.
When a designer/magazine wants mainstream media coverage, the easiest way is to use a “fat” model, because the media always reacts the same way: “Wow, this model is fat! How shocking! How subversive! How fashionable!” And, again predictably, the model used is never just a little overweight (in model terms). The editor apparently chose this particular photo because Miller looked happy and relaxed. Bullshit. The Daily Mail has a much better photo of her, looking far happier, but without the belly roll. A unflattering photo was deliberately used, taking us into insulpliment territory. Since when is “Wow, look at her fat bits, she’s a model, in a magazine, and she’s fat!”* a compliment?
You don’t solve body image issues by making a huge song and dance about using one “plus-sized” model, calling her fat but sexy and expecting to be applauded for it. Or by banning skinny models. How offensive to say one body type is unacceptable. A good start would be to stop calling normal-sized models “fat”.
* She’s not fat.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Betrayal [in six parts] Like an Acorn Squash
1.
A knife slides
its cold metal
through tough skin.
The insides are melted butter soft.
2.
Green hull
sliced into
lung-shaped halves;
one half
held by two fingers
at one edge,
steady thumb
at the other.
3.
Bright orange goop.
Silver spoon
shovels the guts.
Heave-ho.
4.
Move hand to the other half.
5.
Silver spoon.
Heave-ho.
6.
Bandaged in foil,
nursed with
brown sugar.
Waiting for heat.
Waiting for teeth
to sink in.
I aim to please
My partner and I lie in a lover’s embrace,
I smile knowing what I’m about to taste.
My fingers trace your delicate skin, already bare.
I can feel your body tense as you are searching for air.
I roll you over into the middle of the bed,
Asking you to place your hands above your head.
I wiggle down and my aim is just right.
For your beautiful breasts are in my sight.
I bring my mouth down and take a soft nibble,
To taste your hardening rosebud nipple.
I swirl and suck and have a lick,
And the tip of your nipple I love to flick.
I kiss my way to your other wanting nipple,
Sharing with it my delicate nibble.
I scoot down lower, trails of kisses on your skin so bare.
On top of you, my body is all you wear.
I head to the focus of desire,
Your yearning burns inside like a fire.
I press down a I part my lip,
To taste and kiss your beautiful clit.
My tongue swirls around your butterfly shape,
So sexy and sweet, I love your taste.
I look into your eyes and meet your gaze,
Your mouth drops open as your heart begins to race.
I slide two fingers to probe deep inside,
As you spread your legs spread even more wide.
Your hands fall down into my hair,
I asked you not to but, really don’t care.
My tongue keeps swirling around your clit,
Making certain not a part is missed.
I feel your body start to quiver,
As my fingers do the come hither.
Masterfully, I stroke your g-spot,
Sending your orgasm over the top.
You push me down lower, to feel my tongue better,
Filling my mouth with your sweet delicious nectar.
Your body-shuddering orgasm makes you squirm,
Oh, I am so ecstatic I had taken my turn.
You reach down grab me, making me stop.
Pulling me up to kiss me, while I am on top.
I roll to your side and pull you into me,
Wrap my arms around as you smile in ecstacy.
I can still feel your whole body shake,
As your orgasms made your body quake.
We return to our lover’s embrace,
As my fingers softly graze your face.
We know that we are both not quite done,
In truth, our night has just begun.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
9/2...LAUGH with DORAZ*
A man was in his front yard mowing grass, when his attractive blonde female neighbor, Judy, came out of her house and went straight to the mailbox. She opened it, then slammed it shut and stormed back into the house. A little later she came out of her house again, went to the mail box, and again opened it and slammed it shut again. Angrily, back into the house she went. As the man was getting ready to edge the lawn, she came out again, marched to the mail box, opened it and then slammed it closed harder than ever. Puzzled by her actions the man asked her, “Is something wrong?” To which she replied, “There certainly is! My stupid computer keeps saying, YOU’VE GOT MAIL.”
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
John McCallen by Mark Jenkins
As part of our 5 year anniversary celebration, I have brought on several new models as well as several new photographers. We have been shooting since late May with all of this new talent and I am getting to see the results and am LOVING what I am seeing.
Take John McCallen for example. John joined Mega Muscle in May and he worked for the first time last month with Mark Jenkins. I have to admit, I was expecting good photos but I wasn’t expecting them to be this HOT! There must have definitely been some chemistry between John and Mark.
While Mark and I have worked together on numerous occasions previously, this is the first time he has ever actually shot something for Mega Muscle. This summer Mark has been shooting the Mega Muscle models for our 2010 calendar and finally I am getting results!
So here is a sneak peak at what we have been working on – this from John’s latest shoot with Mark. Watch for more photos of John McCallen and more by Mark Jenkins, coming soon. ENJOY!
John McCallen, photo by Mark Jenkins for MegaMuscle.com
John McCallen, photo by Mark Jenkins for MegaMuscle.com
John McCallen, photo by Mark Jenkins for MegaMuscle.com
John McCallen, photo by Mark Jenkins for MegaMuscle.com
John McCallen, photo by Mark Jenkins for MegaMuscle.com
John McCallen, photo by Mark Jenkins for MegaMuscle.com
John McCallen, photo by Mark Jenkins for MegaMuscle.com