En Europa las playas donde las morras se pueden pasear casi totalmente desnudas proliferan en todas las costas. Si uno va por esos lares, podra ver lo que a cualquier hombre le gusta..¡¡¡TETAS DESNUDAS!!!
Pero ni se emocionen tanto. A pesar de que en la tele y en la peliculas siempre nos muestras monumentales hembras con todas las redondeces en su lugar justo, la mujer promedio es flacucha, narizona,carente de tetas y de culo. Y si no me creen saquen ahora mismo su pasaporte y vayanse a España o Francia y digamente cuantas mamis en promedio ven por la calle.
Claro, las viejas buenotas, culonas y pechugonas son las que aparecen en las pantallas y revistas. Aunque, por supuesto que hay pieles de excelente calidad pero son las menos.
Lo que si son, es de mente abierta. Pero eso no quiere decir que sean putas lujuriosas (lo que es de lamentar). Lo que pasa es que estan tan acostumbrados a las cuestiones sexuales que ya de plano las ven sin ningun chiste. En Europa venden porno hasta en los centros comerciales, a la vista dse todos los niñlos. Las adolescentes pueden ponerse a patinar o jugar voleyball solo con unos minisculos shortcitos sin correr peligro alguno de ser violadas o ser llevadas a la carcel. Las prostitucion es legar y sindicalizada. El libertinaje ha alcanzado tan altos niveles que han dejado de emocionar. Claro, para los nativos de Latinoamerica, Europa es la Sodoma y Gomorra de esta epoca.
Pero, aunque uno enprenda un tour sexual por esas tierras, tampoco es de emocionarse. La mujeres, aunque mas faciles de la tabla de multiplicar del uno, ya han dejado de disfrutar el sexo como nosotros. Estan tan entrenadas para abrir las patas que ya ni sienten. Como lei en alguna lugar: “Hacer el amor con una francesa es como hacerla con una muerta”. Asi que ni chiste tiene seducir a una rumana que solo se pondra de perrito, para, ya cuanto empieces la faena, se ponga a leer un libro o a jugar con su celular.
Pero no todo es tan malo. Hay muchas hembras golosas y con ganas de revolcarse, o con unos cuerpos suculentos. En las playas, como ya he dicho, uno puede encontrarse con verdaderas diosas tomando el sol… o con el horripilante espectaculo de una anciana de setenta años, en hilo dental y topless. No por nada en algunos paises en de ley que las mayores de cincuenta años se quiten la parte de arriba del bikini, pues se dieron cuenta de que esto asqueaba y alejaba a los turistas.
Y, como aqui estamos para servirles, les traemos algunas fotitos de las preciosuras que uno puede tener la suerte de encontrarse en esos paisajes de sol, mar y arena. ¡Disfrutenlas!
Piquenle el ombligo a las fotos pa’ verlas grandotas
fotologic were back at the Foundry last week. This building and its surrounds offer a wonderful location for Glamour and Figure photography. I know we have been promising to post all the images on the site and have decided to devote a complete page to this great location and the models we have worked with. In the mean time here are a selection of shots of the girls. More images of Derrick and Jocelin can be found in the Artistic Nude & Glamour sections of the website.
Occasionally, like myself, my wife will sleep in the nude. We often talk for a while on her bed, just before we go to sleep. Most of the time she is very careful to place me in my sleeping area on her night stand, after she cuddles with me before bed, but last night she fell asleep before she could do this.
While I was huddling up under her beautiful breasts, I heard a strange sound coming from my love. It sounded like the roar of a passing freight train, and then it suddenly stopped. A couple of seconds latter, I heard it again. I crawled out from under the cleft of her hanging breasts (she was laying on her side), to find that my beautiful wife had fallen asleep, and she was snoring.
I watched her for a while. She is so cute when she’s asleep, but then it dawned on me just how dangerous of a situation I was in. She could roll over at any moment, and I would be trapped under, what to me is the equivalent of multiple tons of her naked body. Irene is soft enough that this would probably not crush me, but instead I would surely die of asphyxiation. As pleasant as it was to watch my love sleep, I knew I had to find a way to wake her up, or possibly suffer the grim consequences.
I tried pushing on her stomach at first. It was useless. So I tried gently hitting her with my hand, but nothing. So then I started frantically hitting and kicking at her tremendous body, while yelling as loud as I could for her to wake up, but it was futile. She was really out, and I was too small for her to feel or hear me in a deep sleep.
I looked over the edge of the bed, and shuddered at the distance to the ground. Being just a couple of inches tall, it was a very long way down for me. I was completely helpless. There was no way off that bed without risking severe injury or death. And I couldn’t just stand there, and take a chance of her rolling over on me. There was only one option: I had to find a way to wake her up.
I knew I had to get to one of her ears. It was the only hope I had of waking her. I looked toward the head of the bed, but my path was blocked by her arms. They were handing off the side of the bed, and there was no way around them. I walked close to her midsection and looked up. It was the equivalent of a 20 foot high wall. I could barely reach her belly button, jumping with all of my strength. It looked like the only option I had was to walk to the foot of the bed, and get around her to the other side.
When I got to the her feet, I was horrified to see that they too were slightly hanging off the end of the bed, blocking my path. I walked close to her feet. They were laying over top of one another, with a slight space in the middle, where her ankles were. It was just big enough for me to slip through. So, I backed up a few yards, to get a running start. I ran with all my might, and bounded onto her ankle. I made it, but I was starting to slip. I quickly grabbed onto some of her fine leg hairs. When I did, I was terrified to feel her leg, with me on it, begin to move. I screamed at the top of my lungs, as I was hurled through the air! She spun me off, as she rolled over onto her back.
I groaned as I lifted my head from the comforter. Although the face plant into the bed didn’t feel good, I wasn’t hurt. I looked up at the two massive walls of leg that were on either side of me. She had flipped over, and hurled me in between her legs. I yelled once again, but there was no response. She was still in a deep sleep.
I looked around at the canyon of my lover that had engulfed me. There seemed to be no way out. Then I noticed something that gave me an idea. Laying directly in front of me, was a wall of hair. As I walked close to it, I could smell the strong and familiar aroma of her sex. I took one of her coarse pubic hairs in my hand. It was more than strong enough to support my minuscule weight, so I decided I was going to have to climb my way out.
I grabbed a few hairs, and as slowly and gently as I could, I began to pull myself up. I had to be very careful. I knew all too well, that if I made too much of a commotion on her body, she may involuntarily swat at me. Such a strike from her would mean my certain doom.
Under any other circumstance, I would find climbing up my wife’s sex to be extremely erotic, but the fear of what could happen to me kept me focused on the mission. I had to wake her up! So, I kept ascending. The higher I got, the fewer and farther between her hairs were, until finally, there were none at all, but it didn’t matter. I had made it over the peak, and was now near her waist.
As I walked across her beautiful body, I could see the enormous twin peaks of her breasts in the distance, slightly slumping over on either side. She had stopped snoring, but with her every breath, I could feel the ground rising and falling beneath me. I made it difficult to walk. In fact, with every one of her inhalations, I had to crouch to keep from falling over.
It took a little balance and luck, but I finally made it across her stomach, and was now at the foot of her mountainous breasts. Luckily, there was a convenient valley in the middle, so I quickly made my way through it. As I emerged from between her breasts, I could finally see her beautiful face. Her head was leaning slightly to one side, and I could see her ear. I was close!
I walked across her collar bone, to get a closer look. It looked like a pretty easy slide down her neck, and a climb up a beautiful lock of blond hair to her ear. This nightmare was almost over. All I had to do was get to her ear, and then I should be able to rouse her from her slumber.
I walked back across her collar bone, to the soft indention at the bottom of her neck. I scooted to the edge, and then slid down to her pillow beneath. It worked! All I had to do now was climb up her hair to her ear. I didn’t waste any time as I grabbed a few strands of golden hair, and began to climb. It wasn’t long until I was right next to the fleshy cavern of her ear. I shouted as loud as I could, “Baby! WAKE UP! Please, WAKE UP!” I could feel her start to move and make moaning noises, so I shouted again, “Baby, I’m right here!” Then, suddenly, she darted up with incredible force! I swung through the air, hanging on for dear life. It was a miracle I wasn’t thrown clear across the room.
Irene was now sitting straight up, with me dangling from the side of her head, hanging on to her hair with all my strength. She wiped her beautiful blue eyes, and then leaned over to look into my sleeping box, on her night stand. She had not realized that I was hanging from her hair. She gasped when she saw that I was not were I should have been, and then she frantically began swinging her head from side to side, looking for me on the bed.
I yelled out once more, “Baby stop! I’m right here! Please!.” Her eyes became wide as she heard my tiny voice right next to her ear. She reached out her hand, and placed it directly underneath me. I collapsed into her palm from sheer exhaustion, and she brought me close to her face.
“Oh my God. Are you ok?” She said, and I could feel her warm breath all over my body as she spoke.
“You fell asleep. And yes, I think I’m fine. It’s just been a long night.”
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I would go farther than just say joanna angel is the reigning queen of indy alt smut, I would go so far as to say she is all but responsible for it. This beautiful punk rock goddess didn’t just start manufacturing smut, she helped create a sexually charged diy fuck community that created countless imitators. She’s not just a pretty face, she is a strong independent entropnenur and thats hot.
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Nude Skydive: Topless Women Plummeting Faster Than the Economy!
Nude Skydive is a very funny 2 1/2-min. commercial spot directed by Peter Harton for a Danish discount retail company. The topless women are plummeting faster than the prices at Danish web discount retailer Fleggaard in this humorously racy web film! While topless skydiving certainly sounds like interesting enough, I’ve actually posted this because I just love it when a golf or tennis match gets unexpectedly interrupted!
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Nude Skydive: Topless Women Plummeting Faster Than the Economy!
On that night so many years ago
yet never forgotten
upon my lap sat my former teacher
instead of English
that night she taught me just how
to please a woman
between the sheets of her own bed
with the twin ovals
of her cute and oh so tight little ass
cupped oh so firmly
within the palms of both of my hands
to my feet did I climb
out of my former teachers kitchenette
into the sanctuary
of the jungle bunnies hidden boudoir
the spider to her web
did I but her latest prey gently carried
laid the naked bunny
down upon the altar of her illicit lust
now helplessly trapped
within the sticky threads of her love
she spun her web
about my soul even as I drank my fill
of the hot chocolate
that was her love between her thighs
In urma postarii uneia dintre pozele mele, mai mult sau mai putin sexy, pe blogului lui Arhi , m-am decis sa scriu articolul asta, in incercarea de a ma lamuri in legatura cu un subiect foarte popular in Romania, si anume sexul! E de ajuns sa postezi o poza cu tate la vedere si , efectiv, toata populatia masculina o ia razna. Sexul vinde…si inca cum!! N-am pretentii de sex simbol si nici nu am impresia ca arat cine stie ce, oglinda mea imi spune in fiecare dimineata ca sunt mai mult talentata decat draguta. Facand totusi un studiu de caz, realizez ca barbatii sunt niste animale, ce-i drept numai atunci cand femeile isi arata nurii. Ma intreb oare cati se masturbeaza la poza mea si nu ma pot abtine sa ma gandesc, oare cati or fi sarit pe neveste cand au vazut-o? Vroiam totusi sa realizati ca sub amprenta asta de femeie care-si arata nurii, se regaseste o tipa normala, fara pretentii de doamna, cu mintea limpede, cu judecata neintinata, si cu toate ca poza a fost pusa fara acordul meu ( nu ca ar fi asta prima data), am ramas si cu ceva impresii despre cititorii lui Arhi. Constat cu dezamagire ca oricat de misogini ar fi barbatii in frumoasele lor povesti despre sexul frumos, uita sa precizeze slabiciunea lor fata de acesta. Si aceasta slabiciune nu poate fi decat un punct in plus pentru noi, fiindca, fiind cu o secunda mai destepte decat ei, stim sa profitam cand trebuie de aceasta slabiciune. Asa ca dragii mei, cand spuneti ca o femeie e mai mult sau mai putin demna in anumite situatii , aduceti-va aminte cum aratati voi ca niste animale in calduri atunci cand va holbati la poza ei. Si nu mai fiti zgarciti in complimente, caci femeia nu e numai jucaria voastra sexuala, ea are nevoie si de atentie si grija, exact asa cum va daruieste ea, daruiti si voi. In ultimul rand, trebuie sa recunosc ca nu ma flateaza foarte tare faptul ca niste maniaci se holbeaza la poza mea gandindu-se cam ce mi-ar face ei daca m-ar prinde. Asa ca iti multumesc Arhi pentru cei 114 vizitatori pe care mi i-ai adus pe blog, insa data viitoare as prefera , daca tu crezi ca se poate, sa-mi ceri acordul cand mai publici poze cu mine, spre deliciul vizitatorilor tai. Multumesc.
Já disse algumas vezes aqui no blog que não acompanho todos os desfiles das temporadas de moda, seja do SPFW, Fashion Rio, Nova York ou qualquer outra. É cansativo e demoooora ver todos já que a cada semestre surgem mais marcas…apesar disso, consegui fazer um mini balanço de tudo que mais gostei da semana de moda de Nova York que acabou de rolar, por meio dos sites que costumo acompanhar já que eles fazem um resumão bem legal. Muita coisa boa deve ter ficado de fora da minha listinha mas aí eu faço um novo post…por enquanto é isso!
O primeiro da lista é Isaac Mizrahi que se inspirou em elementos do golf,da Hollywood antiga, do guarda roupa masculino e em Fred Astaire pra desenvolver sua coleção, mega glamourosa e clássica. Adorei a palheta de cores e as misturas de preto com nude rosado, bege com rosa e preto com branco. Destaque especial para os acessórios, dentre eles o chapéu que é o mesmo usado pelo dançarino Fred Astaire!
Já a ( marca até então desconhecida) Milly fez um desfile fofo ( ainda vou usar essa palavra muitas vezes nesse post!) e na contra mão da maioria dos outros estilistas pois apostou nos tons mais fechados numa temporada em que os florais e suaves reinaram. A ousadia deu super certo, ficou sóbrio, chic mas super delicado, girlie mesmo. Quando se permitiu estampas e tons mais alegres a estilista Michelle Smith também fez bonito, especialmente nas estampas (super) “Pucci inspired”. E ah, o que são esses mega laços na cabeça!? Adorei!
A Erin Fetherson é uma das minhas marcas favoritas, sempre acompanho e sempre gosto do que vejo. Achei que dessa vez o desfile veio muito mais maduro, pra uma mulher mais adulta, já que me acostumei a ver os looks delicados e super “menininha” da marca. Gostei muito, especialmente da parte preta do desfile, pelas transparências e tecidos brilhantes e estruturados.
A Monique Lhuillier fez uma moda festa inspirada em mil referências que vão da África até o New Look da Dior. A mistura ficou ótima e resultou em vestidos belíssimos e simples, sem afetações. Meu favorito é sem sombra de dúvidas o do quadro maior, por ser franjado (tenho adorado franjas!) e ter o decote todo trabalhado.
Por fim, Rebecca Taylor me ganhou por sua moda fácil e descomplicada. Reparem que todas as produções poderiam ser usadas exatamente como foram mostradas na passarela e por mulheres de corpos diferentes. Bem comercial, a marca não propõe nada de novo mas enche os olhos com looks que criam desejo e moda é isso mesmo, D-E-S-E-J-O! Ponto pra marca, que ousou nas misturas de estampa e acertou em cheio!
I can’t think of a better way to spend Labor Day weekend than to hang around the pool nude with approximately a hundred nude friends and guests, listening to live music, enjoying free beverages, and playing water volleyball at times. Life at a nudist resort can be very full! And that was just Saturday afternoon at Whispering Pines Nudist Resort
The afternoon ended with a 50/50 raffle drawing and a very exciting live auction. And the evening began with one of the best potluck dinners I have ever had in my life! There was a wonderful assortment of delicacies for all to enjoy. Dinner was followed by a dance – as if anyone could move after all that food!
Sunday began with a free pancake breakfast with bacon, sausage, coffee, and juice. All of which was provided by our honorary mayor. Then it was back to the pool for more fun.
Monday was a day of relaxing and recovering for all the nudists present.
Para que vean nuestros retractores que los tiranetas no solo vemos fotos de mujeres en cueros, sino que tambien apreciamos la belleza y elegancia de una mujer bien vestida. Y como ejemplo, tenemos a la hermosa Alicia Silverstone, una de las mujeres mas suculentas y deseadas de los 90’s , desde que aparecio en la pelicula palomera, Clueless, que la convirtio en una estrella y en el sueño humedo de miles de pubertos. Y, como podemos ver, el estilo glamoroso tambien se le da, sin restarle suculencia. Lo cual, demuestra que no basta quitarse la ropa para ser sexy, sino que esto se da natural… la neta!!!
Sem dúvida alguma o desfile da Dior foi o meu preferido de todos da alta-costura de outono/inverno 2010. John Galliano resolveu fazer tudo super vintage, desde o conceito das roupas até o local do desfile, que aconteceu na Maison Dior da Avenue Montaigne em Paris (onde tradicionalmente as roupas eram apresentadas aos clientes na década de 1950).
Segundo Galliano, essa coleção foi inspirada nas fotos dos bastidores dos antigos desfiles da marca, onde o próprio Christian Dior vestia e supervisionava as modelos. A partir disto, o conceito que imperou foi o de half-dressed (ou vestida pela metade) – apresentando muitas cintas-liga, saias de armação e corsets; sempre em variações brilhantemente coloridas na silhueta clássica de cintura-vespa da Dior.
Duas cartelas de cores foram apresentadas: uma de cores cítricas (laranja, verde, rosa, lilás, vermelho, amarelo), que contrastou fortemente com o preto/nude/branco das roupas de baixo daquela década. e outra de cores pastéis, dando a impressão de usar apenas roupas de baixo.
Tecidos rendados, muita tranparência, leopard print e muito brilho ajudaram a dar esse tom de 50’s underwear, fazendo com que a coleção trouxesse uma forte tendência de formas e cores.
no final John Galliano aparece para encerrar com chave de ouro.
Os detalhes dessa coleção são muito importantes. Seja no make-up, sapatos, bolsas, tecidos, acessórios e jóias, tudo parece ter sido elaborado milimétricamente e se encaixam perfeitamente um ao outro e na coleção em geral.
Vale a pena assistir o desfile na íntegra, porque não é um simples desfile, mas sim um show visual, literalmente:
Vai tudo pra minha wishlist e quando eu ganhar na mega-sena brinco de fazer coleção! hahaha ;D
A little over twenty years after I arrived on the doorstep of my father’s home back on earth where to my utter dismay. I discovered all of my personal possessions unceremoniously dumped onto the front porch and all of the doors locked. The only logical conclusion that I was able to arrive at with the information available. Was that my own father had either allowed or outright colluded with my stepmother in kicking me of the only home that I had ever known.
With no where else to go I moved in with a friend for the last few months of the course of study that I was pursuing at the local junior college. After which I joined Star Fleet Command and forever fled the planet of my birth. Without ever once stepping back onto the soil of good ole mother earth unless I was ordered to do so by my commanding officer at that given moment in my life.
Nor did I ever attempt to say good-bye to any of my family members or contact them. Especially my father who after his marriage to my stepmother had always insisted on believing her malicious and insidious lies about me. So that I knew that it would do absolutely no good and perhaps more harm in the long run. To either confront my father or stick around in the vain and misguided hope that one day he would see through his wife’s lies. The knowledge of which would allow us to rekindle our relationship like a candle that has been relit after being blown out by the restless wind.
Eventually as fate would have it I was stationed for several years on one of the more famous starships of the line. A starship whose primary focus and first mission was exploration but which also doubled as one of the more powerful warships. That Star Fleet Command had in it’s arsenal; though her phaser’s and compliments of photon torpedoes were meant to be defensive in nature. And not has some have always claimed as a show of force nor intended to ever be used as a passive aggressive tool of peaceful conquest.
It was during my time there on board as a bridge officer that I met (at least to me if not anyone else) the most beautiful creature to have sailed between the tiny pinpoints of light called stars. A raven haired and curvaceous goddess with a lithesome and hourglass figure. Whose ripe curves virtually called out to me each and every time that I had to privilege of being in the warmth of her presence. Of course I was well aware of the reality that I didn’t and never would have a shot of ever docking with the ships counselor between the sheets of either mine of her bed.
So I did the best to keep my intense attraction for her out of sight by acting in a professional manor towards her at all times. Over the years that she and I served together on board the galaxy class starship. She generously and unselfishly helped me to put my life in perspective as well as to get over the trauma. Of being thrust out on my own by my stepmother before I was ready to leave the safety and security of the nest.
Reaching down inside of me during our many counseling sessions the raven haired goddess helped to bring out the inner writer in me. So that before I was transferred to my next duty station, a few years later, I was already an accomplished poet and novelist with several books to my credit. Even though I never did quite become comfortable where the opposite sex (girls) were concerned especially in interpersonal relationships. Enough to let me to ever trust any other female; except for the ships counselor of course. To ever risk lowering my personal shields that I had erected around my heart having decided to avoid both dating. As well as the dream destroyer known as marriage choosing instead to focus on my career as a Star Fleet Officer and a semiprofessional writer.
Once and only once did I ever receive the quite unexpected gift of my impossible dream coming true if only for an evening. It was right after the battle of Riesa; the pleasure planet where many Star Fleet Officers like to take their extended shore leave whenever possible. A battle that was so intense, especially in terms of the loss of life that occurred there, as well as emotionally draining that the aftermath. Left nearly everyone numb for several days afterwards and indeed some of those who participated and even managed to survive never really fully recovered.
To this day I have never figured out why the lovely ships counselor turned to me for comfort that evening all those long years ago. When I was standing alone within the officer’s lounge known as Ten Forward in front of the window watching the stars pass silently by into eternity.
All of sudden as if she’d materialized out of thin air the raven haired, curvaceous and extremely sexy goddess appeared beside me. Dressed in one of her many revealing sleeping gowns instead of wearing one of her uniforms. Out of the corner of my eye I could clearly seen the shape of her ripe breasts and the circles of her nipples poking through the nearly transparent fabric.
Just as I’d always tried my best to always treat the ships counselor with the respect due to her position. I resisted, even thought it was fairly difficult at best, the urge to turn my head and gaze upon the near naked curves of her body. Even though I longed to take the raven haired goddesses into my arms and carry her off to my cabin where I could bed her at my leisure.
Instead the ships counselor took me by surprise when she reached up and took me by the hand and forced me to gaze down into her eyes. “Come with me.” she whispered gently and so seductively that I allowed the raven haired goddess to lead me out of Ten Forward.
Quite willingly escorting the raven haired goddess to her nearby quarters where after slipping off her gown. She slowly undressed me as well then led me over to her bed where beneath the sheets we made love throughout the remainder of the evening.
Afterwards when all of the sexual tension had been drained out of our bodies. The raven haired and curvaceous goddess and I fell asleep in each other arm clinging to each other. Where we found ourselves the next morning when we opened our eyes to greet the new day. For a long moment we lay there gazing into each others eyes and then made love one more time. Only this time without the previous evenings animalistic frenzy as we both took our time pleasuring the other.
A few days later when our duties brought us together once again everything seemed to be back to normal between us. And even though we remained good friends throughout the rest of the voyage not once did we ever discus the intimacy we shared that night. Nor did the opportunity for me to bed the raven haired goddess ever present itself to me again and I knew better to make a fool of myself by pursuing her.
It was until I opened the parting gift that the ships counselor gave to me after I’d arrived at my new assigned duty station. That I received a glimpse of her true feelings for me when I discovered a holosuite program. That the raven haired goddess had programed herself especially for me to remember her by. Which turned out to be an interactive program that allowed me to make love, whenever I wanted to do so, to the most beautiful woman who ever sailed between the stars.
Pocketvenus blog from Casino De Paris and Dita Von Teese
The amazing Dita Von Teese doing her Cointreau routine, check out this fellow blogger for more and great pictures…
Facts about Dita Von Teese:
Name: Dita Von Teese Birth Name: Heather Renée Sweet Height: 5′ 6″ Nationality: American Birth Date: September 28, 1972 Birth Place: Rochester, Michigan, USA Profession: Actress, Burlesque Artist, Dancer Husband/Wife: Marilyn Manson (musician; born on January 5, 1969; engaged on March 22, 2004; married on December 3, 2005; divorced on December 27, 2007) Claim to fame: Her appearances in dozens of Playboy magazines with her unique taste and affinity for old-style lingerie
Dita Von Teese’s Trivia: Signed a deal with Interscope in Europe.. She is recording an album. (February 2009)
Dita Von Teese’s Quotation: To keep fit I do yoga, Pilates and ballet. I hate the gym, so I have one of those mini trampolines to bounce on.“
Name:
Dita Von Teese
Birth Name:
Heather Renée Sweet
Height:
5′ 6″
Sex:
F
Nationality:
American
Birth Date:
September 28, 1972
Birth Place:
Rochester, Michigan, USA
Profession:
Actress, Burlesque Artist, Dancer
Husband/Wife:
Marilyn Manson (musician; born on January 5, 1969; engaged on March 22, 2004; married on December 3, 2005; divorced on December 27, 2007)
Claim to fame:
Her appearances in dozens of Playboy magazines with her unique taste and affinity for old-style lingerie
Contact:
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Dita Von Teese’s Trivia:
Signed a deal with Interscope in Europe.. She is recording an album. (February 2009)Dita Von Teese’s Quotation:
To keep fit I do yoga, Pilates and ballet. I hate the gym, so I have one of those mini trampolines to bounce on.“
Dita Von Teese’s Award:
Beverly Hills Film Festival: Best Female Performance, THE DEATH OF SALVADOR DALI (2006)
Los Killer Barbies es una banda practicamente desconocida aqui en Mexico, pero en España son bastante populares y reconocidos.
Formados en Vigo (nada quer ver con Viggo Mortensen, el famoso Aragon de las movies del Señor de los Anillos) por la cachonda Silvia Superstar en los berridos y pujidos y un tal Billy, en la bateria, se hicieron sitio en el medio gracias a las suculentas carnes de la gritante retro-punk-glam-rock (aunque son mas poperos de la chingada)
Empero, aqui nadie los pela, asi que les vamos a mostrar lo mejor de la banda….claro, nos referinos a la Silvia Super(porno)star. De nada.
Por si quieren ver a la ricota moviendose, pueden llegarle a estos videitos:
Δουλεύεις τίμια βγάζοντας το ψωμί σου και το χαρτζιλίκι σου ως porno star (και μάλιστα super duper πρωτοκλασσάτος και exclusive και σήμα κατατεθέν) στη sean cody, μια από τις γνωστότερες πορνογραφικές εταιρίες online περιεχομένου του net. Μια μέρα όμως ξυπνάς και συνειδητοποιείς πως το να κάνεις σεξ (με ιδιαίτερο ταλέντο και θηριώδη προσόντα) μπροστά στην κάμερα δε σε εκφράζει πλέον. Άλλα είχες ονειρευτεί κι εσύ κι η μάνα σου. Πάντα πίστευες πως αυτό που σου ταιριάζει είναι το modeling! Δεν είναι αργά φίλε μου τέως πορνοσταρ. Το μόνο που χρειάζεσαι είναι ελάχιστα περισσότερη γυμναστική, έναν καλό φωτογράφο, λίγο photoshop και φυσικά ένα νέο όνομα στην πιάτσα. Το Hurley δεν πιάνει και πολύ στον χώρο της μόδας άσε που ως τώρα υπήρχε μόνο σε τίτλους τύπου:
Sean Cody: Harley y Matt
Sean Cody: Doug y Harley
Sean Cody: Harley y Kurt
με περιεχόμενο που μπορείς να εύκολα να φανταστείς. Που να βρεις δουλειά έτσι στην D&G ή την CK;
Έτσι το νέο σου όνομα είναι Simon Dexter. Very catchy θα έλεγα. Πάντως ο λύκος κι αν εγέρασε και άσπρισε η κεφαλή του μηδέ τη γνώμη άλλαξε μηδέ και την ψωλή του, και για το λόγο αυτό ακριβώς η νέα του φωτογράφιση ως Simon έγινε με τα προσόντα του σε πλήήήήήρη έκταση που (αν και ξέρω ότι θα με βρίσετε) για λόγους κοσμιότητας και σεβασμού προς το σεμνό αναγνωστικό κοινό απέκρυψα με χάρη και φινέτσα. Ήδη το μετάνιωσα. Μιλάμε για πολύ μεγάλη φωτογραφική ποιότητα!
Α! By the way the original stuff is available upon request
Para contrarrestar un poco la ola gay y metrosexual que ha inundado a ultimas fechas a la industria discografica, les traemos una pequeña compilacion de portadas bastante “atractivas”, de esas que impulsan a comprar el disco aun si no saben quien carajos es el artista que promociona o que chingado genero toca.
Y es que, algunas caratulas te gritan a los ojos : “¡Hey, tu, pendejo, ven, comprame!” y, tu, como buen tiranetas perverso, lo haces y adquieres esa anonima pieza musical, pensando, que si la imagen es cachonda, la musica tambien.
Aunque esto no es del todo falso, pues muchas veces esas caratulas son de discos de jazz o bossa nova; musica hecha para cachondear a tu reinita a la luz de las velas para luego… ya saben…
Sin mas ni mas, ahi les van unos cuantos ejemplos:
(Nota: La mayoria de los discos no los he oido, asi que no se los podria recomendar. Ruego que disculpen la falta de informacion)
¡Ahhh… el bossa nova! Musica tranquilita, guitarras sedosas, voces oniricas. El soundtrack perfecto para dejar a tu cuchicuchi con la misma cantidad de ropa que las modelos de las portadas ¡Auuuch!
Los tributos bossa tambien tienen los suyo. Nunca se imagino que la musica de los Ramones fuera tan tentadora
Ahi algo en esa portada que te incita a pensar cochinadas…
¡Excelente portada!
No se que toque ese grupo…¡Pero quiero ese disco!
El musico rodeado de bellas mujeres en ropa interior…ni el se la cree
Al verte tan mojadita, mas ganas me dan de… oir tu disco
¡Ja,ja, la neta, que buenos discos!
El autor del blog diseñando la portada de su disco de porno-polka
What would be the best way to describe Susan? Well, physically it would be easy – short, brown hair, bit of extra junk in the trunk but with big enough boobs to offset and, facially, pretty plain. What I’m thinking about, though, is how to describe her personality or the type of person she was. You see, Susan was a bit odd or maybe quirky. At least, that’s what we thought during those first few months of the new semester.
Susan always kept her door closed, unlike some of us who propped them open just hoping for someone to stop by and interrupt our studies. However, if you were out in the hall having a conversation with someone, even for just a minute or two, Susan would come out and either join in or at least listen. It got to be pretty predictable and if Susan didn’t come out, you assumed that she must not be in her room. We wondered why, if she was so interested in the interaction, she didn’t just leave her door open. We also wondered how she always seemed to hear you as soon as you were in the hall. Maybe the best way to describe Susan was eager – eager to be involved, eager for interaction.
A month or so into the semester, we discovered something else about Susan. Actually, my friend, Pete, discovered it and I was reluctant to believe him at first. Pete stopped by my room one day and said he had something to show me. He led me down the hall to his room and, inside, he pointed out a stain on the wall next to his bed. He explained that Susan had jerked him off late the night before and that was where he’d shot his load.
Knowing Pete as I did, it didn’t surprise me that he’d shot a load on his wall and hadn’t bothered to wipe it off, but I wasn’t convinced that he hadn’t just given himself that handjob. Pete insisted that he’d run into Susan in the hall right before going to bed and when she asked what he was up to, he told her (trying to be outrageous) that he was planning to jerk off then go to sleep. He was surprised that Susan was not only not the least bit put off by this, but offered to help him with it. He said he realized she was serious when she followed him into his room. He said he just lay on the bed and she did the rest.
As I pondered Pete’s story, I figured there could be a lot of explanations. Pete could be lying. Susan could have a crush on Pete. Or maybe Susan was just eager to please. I decided that if given the opportunity, I’d test the last theory. Susan knew that Pete and I were friends, so I couldn’t just go to her and ask for a handjob. Then she’d know that Pete had spilled the beans and that just wouldn’t be cool. I didn’t want to be responsible for giving her an undeserved reputation. As it turned out, the ideal opportunity came up and I was able to take advantage of it.
I was in my room studying one night with the door just slightly ajar. Susan, who by this time was getting to where she’d visit people more rather than just waiting for hallway conversations, poked her head in my door to see how I was doing. I looked up from my studies and told her to come in, saying that I was overworked and needed a break.
She came in and sat on the bed and asked if everything was okay. I told her I was just feeling a little stressed out and probably just need to relieve some of that stress. She asked if I wanted her to massage my shoulders to see if that would help. I told her that it wasn’t really my shoulders that needed to be massaged to relieve my stress. She persisted in offering whatever she could do to help but I was trying to be evasive and suggestive at the same time. I told her that it wasn’t really something that would be appropriate for her to do for me and she finally flat out asked what it was. I apologized for even bringing it up and told her that I’d been alluding to the fact that what I really needed was a hand release. She didn’t seem clear on exactly what I meant so I made a jerking off motion with my hand.
“Oh,” she said, suddenly enlightened, “well, I can help you with that, too, if you want.” I acted surprised by the offer and pretended that I didn’t think it would be necessary. Lucky for me she wouldn’t take no for an answer and I finally gave in and told her I’d really appreciate it. She told me that’s what friends are for.
She got up and closed and locked my door while I moved over to the bed. She was wearing black shorts and a white t-shirt and appeared to be braless. I was also wearing shorts and a t-shirt and sat on the bed, propped up against the wall. She came back over and sat near my legs, facing me, and massaged the growing bulge in my shorts. I told her earnestly how much I appreciated what she was doing and she replied with “My pleasure” then asked me to lift my ass.
I lifted and she started to slide my shorts and underwear down my legs. My cock was pretty erect by this point, but continued to grow even harder once Susan grasped it. We were both looking down at it as she stroked it in her right hand. Thinking that I didn’t want to spew all over my shirt, I went ahead and took it off. I was then naked. Susan gently pumped my cock in her right hand, occasionally switching to her left so she could caress my balls with her right. She never looked up at me, continuing to stare at my cock as if fascinated by it. I watched her hands at work, but also looked at the rapt attention on her face and noticed her hardened nipples pressing against her shirt. I was thinking how nice this was and that if she wanted to do this for me every night, I certainly would have no complaints.
I have to be honest, I was truly surprised (pleasantly) by what happened next. While pumping my cock in her left hand and gently rubbing my balls with her right, Susan lowered her head and kissed the tip of my cock. Before I could even react, she wrapped her lips around the head and slid them down to the base. I groaned and muttered something encouraging, reaching out to run my fingers through her hair.
Her handjob had been great, but her blowjob was incredible. The moist warmth of her mouth, her lips holding tightly and her tongue moving around – this was better than I expected. The way she was sitting, leaning forward, her left breast was resting against her knee within arms reach. I reached out and began to fondle it, finding her hard nipple and gently caressing it.
When she adjusted herself slightly, I took the opportunity to ask her to take off her shirt. Susan paused, releasing all grips on my cock and, finally looking at me, pulled her shirt up over her head. Her tits were indeed large torpedoes with big aureoles and big, hard nipples. My dick twitched as I looked at them, drawing Susan’s attention back to it. She changed her position so that she was on her knees, leaning over with her tits hanging, and went back to sucking my cock. I reached out and took her tit in my hand again and played with her hard nipple. I thought that at some point it might be nice to fuck those titties, but at this point I was so close to cumming that I didn’t even suggest it.
I had been horny that night before Susan had come by and had only grown more aroused from the time she came to my door, so it was no surprise that within five minutes of her lips returning to my shaft, I was on the verge of cumming. She was definitely skilled, sliding her slippery lips up and down with just the right amount of pressure, pumping the base with her left hand, fondling my balls with her right and pressing her tongue against the shaft with each pass.
Up and down her head went while my hips started pushing up and down slightly themselves the closer I got. I was moaning and murmuring words of encouragement and my hand had gone from her tit back to rest on the back of her head. She didn’t rush to get done, even as my cock began to swell larger in her mouth. She just kept a consistent pace, drawing the pleasure out even longer. Finally, as she slid her lips down to the root of my cock, I erupted with a cry of pleasure and began pumping cum into her mouth. She milked my orgasm out of me as I was overcome with waves of pleasure.
I opened my eyes as Susan sat up, her ass resting on her heels and her torpedo tits jutting out. She was smiling, still looking down at my limp cock. I sat up slightly myself, my face moving toward her left breast. I ran my tongue around her nipple before sucking it between my lips. She moaned and one of her hands went to the back of my head. I was propping myself up with my right arm, so my left hand went up to her right breast and fondled it while my mouth worked on her left. Susan was moaning softly, appearing to appreciate the attention.
Feeling more benevolent than I had expected to, I released her nipple and asked her to strip off her shorts and allow me to relieve her stress with my tongue. She stepped off the bed and stood beside it as I reclined and watched her. She hooked her thumbs in the elastic of both her shorts and her panties and began to push them down together. Her bush was dark brown, like the hair on her head, and appeared to be pretty well kept, which was always a plus when you were eating pussy. Her thighs and ass were kind of big, but after that amazing blowjob and looking at those big tits, it mattered not one iota to me at that point. I lay back and had her climb onto the bed and straddle my face.
With my hands on her plentiful ass, I stuck out my tongue and ran it up her slit. She was very wet; I could taste the juices she was secreting. I started out just licking up her slit over and over, just hitting her clit at the end of each slurp. As she started to get more into it, I moved one of my hands down so that I could slip a finger into her while concentrating my licking on her clit. I ended up slipping two fingers into her and pumping them in and out while slurping and sucking her clit. She was moving her hips and holding the back of my head while moaning softly. I kept burying my fingers in her slippery cunt and sucking on her clit while she rode my face.
Looking up, I could see her torpedo tits jutting out as she alternated playing with each of her nipples with her free hand. Her eyes were closed and her mouth hung open as she moaned. I went back to focusing on the task at hand and didn’t notice when she quit playing with her titties. I felt the hand that was now free when she reached behind herself and took hold of my cock again. She began gently pulling and stroking it as she got closer and closer to orgasm, causing the blood to begin to flow back into it.
I was still pretty limp when she started, but her hand manipulations along with the proximity of her tits and pussy had me on the rise again in short order. My main concern, though, was getting her to an orgasm. I was pumping my fingers and licking and sucking her clit, knowing that she was getting pretty close just based on her movements and the noises she was making.
Her breaths and moans got shorter and shorter until she finally froze for a second before letting out a long, ragged breath. She convulsed a little as the tension went out of her body and I suddenly had a fresh flow of pungent juices to lap out of her pussy. Pulling my fingers free, I lapped them up as she rode out her orgasm until she finally dismounted my head and stood beside the bed again.
She still had my cock in her hand and was pumping it again. I was almost back to full strength and when she leaned over, her big tits swaying, and sucked it into her mouth again, I was as good as there. She raised her head after a couple of passes with her lips and asked if I had a condom handy. I had her grab my wallet off the shelf and took one out of there.
While she put my wallet back, I tore open the packet and rolled the condom down my shaft. I didn’t even have to move. Susan climbed back onto the bed and straddled my hips, reaching down to guide my cock into her waiting pussy. She lowered herself down until I was completely engulfed in her warm confines. She leaned forward as she started to ride, one hand on each side of my head and her big tits swinging in my face. This was exactly what I wanted. I reached up to still them and attacked them with my tongue.
I ran circles around her big aureoles and sucked on her hard nipples while holding the soft, smooth flesh in my hands. Susan’s pussy felt great as it slid up and down my cock, slippery and warm with a snug grip. I felt like I could lay there all night long just playing with her big titties and letting her fuck me. She was obviously still pretty fired up because she quickly moved into a very fast tempo, slamming herself down on me rapidly.
She was breathing hard again and moaning, so it seemed to me that she was going to have another orgasm pretty quickly. I just enjoyed the feeling of her pussy sliding up and down me and played with her tits while she pursued that orgasm. I felt as though I could last as long as I need to, having blown a load already not that long ago. I did what I could to help her along, pushing my cock up to meet her on the way down, trying to give her as much penetration as possible. She finally sat down hard and let out a low moan. I could feel her sort of quivering as her orgasm passed through her.
After a few seconds, she started to ride me again and I was amazed at how much more slippery her pussy felt. It had felt incredible before and now it was indescribable. I knew it would only be a few more minutes before I was done for, so I let go of her tits and grabbed her hips. I closed my eyes and just lay there enjoying the intense feeling of pleasure that seemed completely concentrated in my cock. Susan rode up and down, a little bit slower than before, and her tits swung back and forth above my head.
As my impending orgasm got more and more intense, I was raising my hips up again, pushing deeper into her hot, slick pussy. Finally, with one final shove, I started to cum and I swear there was no blood flowing above my neck at that time. I let out this noise that had to let Susan know the intensity of the pleasure she was giving me. My orgasm just seemed to go on and on, until I thought my balls would turn inside out. When it finally quit, it took a few minutes before the light-headedness went away.
Susan dismounted me, grabbed the condom and wrapped it in a Kleenex, then tossed it in the trash. She then leaned down and gently licked the remaining cum from my flaccid cock. I slid over sideways so she could lay beside me on the bed, but she sat there instead, looking down at me.
“That was probably the best sex I’ve ever had,” she said, “not that I have had all that much. Do you think we could keep doing this, if we’re very discreet?”
I assured her that I’d be happy to fuck her anytime she wanted and wouldn’t be insulted if she didn’t want anyone to know about it. I reached up and caressed her nipple as we talked. She decided she’d better let me get back to my studying, so she got up and pulled her clothes back on. I pulled my shorts and t-shirt back on, too, in case anyone was outside the door when she left. I thanked her for helping me with my stress and she left.
We fucked a lot during the next couple of months and I don’t think anyone was ever aware of it. I never even told Pete. Even Susan’s period didn’t get in the way of her giving nature. During those times, she would blow me or let me fuck her tits, though in both instances I usually ended up cumming in her mouth. She’d even let me, on those rare occasions when we rode the elevator alone, slip my hand up her shirt and feel her tits from the time the door closed until we reached our destination.
The thing that finally got in the way of our regular sessions was when Susan got a boyfriend. She didn’t think it would be right to have sex with me behind his back and I guess he was doing a good job of satisfying her anyway. I wasn’t to broken up about it, though, since I had discovered a few alternate sources of sex anyway – not hard to do on a college campus. She did continue to come by occasionally to relieve my stress with a handjob, which she had originally said “that’s what friends are for” and I had no complaints about that.
I’m a gay guy, but I’m sick and tired of gay films that’s all about nudity and sex that borders on being a porn film.
Star Cinema proves that’s its possible to come up with a ‘gay’ movie that is good and not just about SEX. And its not because they have the budget but because its, I believe, a very good script.
You can be intimate without taking your clothes off!
Most of all, great respect must be given to Vilma Santos, Luis “Lucky’ Manzano, and John Lloyd Cruz for doing a unconventional role, at least for them.
We should all support the movie in the big screen.
Do you think this is going to be a hit in the box office?
