The irony of it all
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Posted:Jan 4, 2012 4:41 pm
Last Updated:Jul 18, 2012 5:13 pm 37650 Views
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I was looking over a few profiles and the women in the profile stated that they really didn't appreciate close-up pictures of a guy's package.
Here's the rub, 2 of those profiles had close-up pictures of the woman's labia. WTF?
As a 43 year old man who's seen his fair share of labias, I can honestly say if presented with a picture of the most beautiful labia I have ever seen and the most hideous labia I've ever seen, I'd be willing to wager, I'd have a hard time distinguishing.
A labia is pretty much so a labia. You really can't determine looks based on a labia. At least with a penis picture you can determine whether or not the person is of adequate size but lets face it, every labia is the right size.
Am I right here or am I alone on this one?
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Someone I deeply respected died today...and I'm not happy about it.
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Posted:Dec 24, 2008 7:43 am
Last Updated:Nov 30, 2011 3:45 pm 37281 Views
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I just read today that Iijima Ai, a former television personality or "talento" as they are referred to in Japan, died today of (yet) unknown causes.
As a big fan of "Ai-chan," I'm obviously saddened by this but what makes it even worse is that she is only being referred to as a former "porn queen."
It's true, she was an AV actress and honestly, that's how I first heard of her, but...she was so much more.
She was an abused who ran away from a hellish household at about age 14. Living on the streets, she used her body to stay alive, eventually garnering a lot of fame for her AV work.
However, as she matured, she moved on to more maninstream (yet racy) TV and eventually she started being seen on normal talk shows.
She had the reputation of being an airhead so she put a lot of effort into studying up on the subjects that would be discussed, allowing her to be more than a beautiful wallflower.
Of course, this earned her the scorn of the more established Japanese TV set.
She endured countless smear campaigns, false rumors and media scorn for her non-PC talk and street smarts, while earning the respect of a lot of common folk (like myself).
In the end, she was a very wealthy woman, a best-selling author in Japan and honestly, a role model of how someone can turn their life around, even from the worst of circumstances, if they work hard.
I liked Ai and respected her deeply.
Seeing her now treated as a dead porn star hurts me a little. I think she earned a little better.
This is not the way I wanted to start the Christmas holiday.
But...as Ai would do, I'm going to make the best of it.
Merry Christmas all.
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The Reward (Part 2)
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Posted:May 6, 2008 12:54 am
Last Updated:May 6, 2024 4:59 am 36498 Views
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By the time they parked the car on the roof of the parking garage, she was exhausted. The remote-control dildo had been turned on for the entirety of the trip and his nimble fingers had been lightly pinching, massaging and caressing her clitoris until she had cum twice. She noticed her legs were rubbery and she was a little light-headed as she got out of the car. She also noticed that his pants were gtentedh so to speak.
gMaster, you shouldnft go into the mall looking like that,h she said. gMay I take care of your (ahem) problem for you?h
gYou maycand you shall,h he replied with a smile.
With that, he led her by the hand to the back of his car where he then bent her over the trunk. He then flipped her skirt up over her back and pulled out the vibrator. She sighed in relief before taking it from her Masterfs hands and putting it in her mouth to keep it clean.
Then, her Master entered her from behind, causing her to gasp audibly. He stayed inside her pussy for just a couple of minutes before asking for the vibrator.
He then put the vibrator back in her pussy and entered her ass. Because she was so wet from the vibrator, the sex and his manual stimulation, she had covered his cock with her own juices and so he was able to enter her ass relatively easily.
Once fully inside her, he began to work his cock in and out of her ass, relishing the tightness and her mild embarrassment over being fucked in the ass in public. Luckily for her, only a couple of cars passed by during that time and no one seemed to notice what they were doing.
After a couple more minutes, he came inside her ass before pulling out with an audible sigh of relief. She hated what would come next but also knew that the reward would make her efforts worth it so she then turned around and took his cock in her mouth in order to clean it before putting it back inside his pants.
gThis is the kind of thing you do for me that earns you a trip to the mall,h he said. gWhen you choose to be, you are such a wonderful slave. I donft know how I could love you more.h
Those words almost brought her to tears, but she controlled herself. Her love for him was absolute and hearing that he felt the same convinced her that she must increase her efforts to please this very special man. His love and his pride in her as his slave was like a drug. The more she received, the more she wanted.
She then, without asking or permission, stood up, leaned over and kissed him on the cheek and then gave him a nip on the earlobe.
gCfmon. Letfs shop. And I want an ice cream cone too,h she said while taking his hand and walking side by side through the parking lot to the shopping mall.
gWell then...letfs get you that ice cream cone,h he replied as they walked.
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The reward (Part 1)
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Posted:May 5, 2008 3:38 am
Last Updated:Dec 14, 2011 2:09 pm 37039 Views
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"You know, youfve been awfully good to me lately,h he conceded. gLetfs take you out shopping. What do you say?h
She pulled her mouth off of his cock and looked at him with wide-eyes and a big smile. gReally?!? What are you going to buy me?h she asked.
gNothing if you donft hurry up with what you were doing, take a shower and get dressed,h he answered, pleased at her enthusiasm.
With that, she lowered her head down to his cock and put the entire thing in her mouth. She used her tongue to coat it with a small layer of saliva. Then she took it out of her mouth and blew gently on it, making it twitch as her Master groaned his approval. After a minute or so of that, she began alternating her actions, from licking his cock like it was a lollipop to playing it like a harmonica until she felt that he was close to cumming.
With that, she plunged her mouth on to his cock and sucked as if there was no tomorrow, until he had cum.
Then, she got up, giggled, and headed off to the shower. She hadnft even reached the other end of the room before she realized that in her excitement, she had forgotten something. She returned to her Master and said happily, gThank you for the opportunity to make you and your cock happy, Master. I hope you enjoyed it.h
He had.
She then bounced out of the room and into the bathroom for a shower. As she jogged down the hallway, her breasts bounced and jiggled causing her Master to smile in appreciation.
After she had showered and put on her make-up, she went into the bedroom. He had laid out some clothes for her to wear, including a small remote-control egg vibrator for her pussy. At no time did she expect a normal shopping trip but the vibrator did let her know that she was in for an interesting day.
He chose for her a denim skirt that was a little longer than the average miniskirt but still nothing she would normally wear in public without panties (and she knew better than to wear a bra or panties) and a white button up shirt.
Before dressing, she put both vibrators in their respective places, knowing that she would have to keep her muscles flexed to prevent them from falling out. Once dressed, she checked herself in the mirror and happy with what she found, she headed back to the living room where her Master had been waiting.
gThat was quick,h he commented. gYou must really want to go shopping.h
gI need new shoes,h she replied with a sly smile.
With that he gave her a quick zap with the remote-control vibrator, making her double over as her pussy experienced great pleasure.
gYoufll get more than shoes today, trust me,h he said as he turned off the vibrator and opened the door for her.
gLetfs go.h
They left the house and after locking the door, he gave her a playful little swat on the butt to make her move a little faster.
He opened the door for her and then got in the car and they headed off to the mall, him driving with one hand and playing with her pussy with the other. Because of his fingers and the vibrator, she would cum twice before they got the car parked inside the mall's parking garage.
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The theraputic value of riding bicycle
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Posted:Apr 29, 2008 2:41 am
Last Updated:Feb 13, 2009 5:35 pm 38096 Views
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I recently bought a mountain bike and cannot believe the joy it is bringing me.
I've lived in the same city for over a decade but have been a car driver for most of it.
I think bicycle riding is the happy medium between driving a car and walking.
When you walk, you go slow enough to see everything (I'm a photography buff so I'm always looking at stuff) but you cannot go very far.
When you drive, you can go great distances with ease but you see virtually nothing, lest you get a close-up view of the bumper of the car in front of you.
Riding bicycle allows one to go a good distance while still going slow enough to see stuff.
And that's not even taking into consideration the exercise.
I just got back from a ride. My legs hurt; I'm tired and really thirsty and I'm already looking forward to another ride tomorrow.
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Another story...
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Posted:Apr 11, 2008 11:32 pm
Last Updated:Feb 13, 2011 3:20 pm 37666 Views
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When she had agreed to meet him, she was a little worried. Obviously, she wanted to meet him but she also had to finish her shopping and get home in time for dinner.
She had told him that they could only talk for a couple of hours before she had to go and he smiled warmly, but didn’t say anything.
As they walked to the interesting little restaurant he had chosen, she noticed that he wasn’t tall or extremely handsome, but he had eyes that looked like they had seen a lot. But, he walked with grace and dignity and he had a ’s curiosity for the world.
She was glad that he could speak Japanese as well as English but her English was better than his Japanese so that is what they mostly communicated in. He said little about himself. For the most part, when he spoke, it was to ask a question; and he had many questions. The more she answered, the more he asked and the questions turned from work and hobbies to more personal questions about herself, her dreams, and her fantasies.
She couldn’t believe the words she was saying. She had never met him before and she was telling him her deepest, darkest secrets. She told him of her fantasies, fears, and desires and as she did, she noticed that she was getting excited.
The restaurant was very ordinary. Actually, it was an izakaya. When the waiter came, he ordered drinks for both of them. He had an Irish whiskey, on the rocks, with a glass of water on the side and he ordered a glass of chardonnay for her.
As they waited for their drinks, she realized that she was hungry. Also, because of his questions, it wasn’t just her appetite that was getting wet. She was very excited and her vagina was telling her that it wanted to be paid attention to.
He seemed to notice her excitement and he spoke. “Are you excited? Honto ni sukebe desu ka? Ero no type desu ne?” She was shocked by his questions. How did he know? She couldn’t answer because she was embarrassed so she just looked down at the cup of tea that was cooling between her hands.
He knew that he had her. She wanted to be his and he would make it so.
“So, you are sukebe, aren’t you?” he asked. “Is your sex wet?”
How could she answer that? She didn’t want to lie but how could she tell a man that she had only met 30 minutes before that yes, she was very sukebe. She said nothing and quietly sipped her tea. He said nothing and stared in to her eyes, waiting for an answer.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, she said, “I don’t know.”
“Well then”, he replied. “Why don’t you go to the bathroom and check. I would like to know too so please go to the bathroom, take off your panties and then bring them back to me.”
Now she was shocked. No man had ever asked her to do such a thing. She couldn’t believe he would even consider asking her that. Then, he interrupted her thoughts.
“You had better hurry if you want to get back before the waiter comes back. Oh, and take your bra off also. Thank you.”
She stared at him for a second in disbelief. His reply to her stare was one word, “Dozo.”
She stood up and her legs were shaking. He gave her a friendly smile as she walked past him to the bathroom. When she got there, she realized, “I can’t give him my underwear. They are too wet. He’ll think I’m a slut.” But, she knew that she would and she hiked up her dress and pulled the wet panties off of her body.
Next, she unbuttoned the shirt she was wearing and took off her bra. The cold air made her nipples look like pencil erasers, sticking out of the front of her shirt. She wished she hadn’t worn such a thin button-up shirt. Not only was the cold air making her nipples harden, they rubbed against her shirt with every move she made, making her even more excited.
When she returned to her seat, she was already blushing. She looked down in embarrassment until he spoke. “Chodai” was the one word he spoke. She quietly reached in to her purse and pulled her panties out. She tried to hide them in her hand as she gave them to him. He wasn’t embarrassed at all when he brought them to his nose and smelled them.
“You are wet”, he said. “I can smell it.”
At that time the waiter came back with their drinks.
“He seems like a good waiter”, he said.
She replied that she thought so as well but honestly, she was so focused on her own desire and lust, she didn’t know if the waiter was good or not.
“Why don’t you unbutton a few buttons on your shirt to reward the young man for his hard work”, he suggested.
At this point, her entire body chose to disobey her brain. Her brain said no, absolutely not but her sex, no, her pussy was so wet, she thought she could smell it. Her nipples were screaming to be touched and her mind was spinning. She didn’t even realize that while she was thinking, she had unbuttoned the top 3 buttons on her blouse. If she leaned forward, the waiter would see her breasts.
She had just put her hands back in her lap when the waiter returned to take their order. He smiled at the man and gave him a wink.
Then, he said, “The waiter has brought you a glass of wine and will eventually bring you your food, you should thank him with a smile and a bow.”
This was it. Do or die. She spoke softly, saying “Arigato Gozaimasu” while bowing from the waist. The waiter was given a very good look at her breasts and rock hard nipples.
He smiled and asked if they would need anything else and left to tell the other waiters what he had seen.
Her face was very red after showing her tits to the waiter, when he spoke. “Is your pussy wet?” he asked.
She could not answer but shook her head yes.
“May I ask you a question?” he then asked.
“Sure,” she answered.
As they sipped their drinks, he asked her, very seriously, “Would you like to be my slave? Please, don’t answer at once. Think about this very carefully. This is a very important decision.”
She thought about it for a second and replied, “yes. I want to be your slave.”
“Are you sure?” He asked her honestly and sincerely. “Do you think you can handle it?”
“Of course I can handle it,” she answered.
“O.K. Why don’t you prove yourself. Take your butter knife, turn it around and stick the handle in your pussy. Then pull it out and show me how wet it is”, he said.
She couldn’t believe his words. They were in a restaurant. Someone would see. She sat for a moment, saying nothing and doing nothing.
He then spoke very clearly and with very serious intent. “Hey, you said you wanted to be my slave. Well…get to work, or you may end up punished.”
“I’m sure you are thinking, what could he do to punish me here? Let me show you.” He then stood up and sat down next to her. He pulled a scissors from his pocket and used it to cut the top 3 buttons off of her shirt. Now she couldn’t close it ever.
“If you want to be my slave, you will do as told and if you don’t do what I ask right now, I will use these scissors to cut your skirt while we sit. I will cut it completely and you will leave here trying to hide your pussy from every customer here.
Then, he took her butter knife and put it in her glass of ice water.
“Now, take the knife out of the ice water, turn it around and put it in your pussy.” With that, he made a large cut in her skirt.
He was serious. She grabbed the knife and thrust the handle up her pussy. It was SO cold that she moaned out loud drawing looks from two old ladies sitting nearby. Once the knife handle warmed up, it felt SO good. Her pussy was flowing juices.
She felt much better and it showed in her face.
“I know you were thinking of saying no to me so I think you should be punished”, were his next words.
“First, take all of the ice out of your water glass and stick the ice all the way in your pussy.”
She looked at him in shock. She would freeze. It was chilly already because she was only wearing a skirt with a large slit on the side and a thin white cotton button-up shirt.
She thought about the alternatives and reached in to her water glass for the ice.
As the ice cubes entered her pussy, the cold stole her breath. She was now certain that she was being watched by a group of high school but she dared not defy her new Master.
When all of the ice was in her pussy, she couldn’t stop shaking from the cold. That made her already hard nipples even harder. She wanted to cum so bad.
“Are you cold?” her Master asked.
“Yes Master. I am very cold”, was her reply.
“Well…since dinner is about done (that had been eating during all this), why don’t you go back in the bathroom and take off your shirt. Use the hot water from the sink to wet your shirt. You’ll feel better”, he said.
She knew what he was doing. Yes, at first the shirt would make her warm but as the water cooled, she would freeze. Also, her shirt would become almost invisible when wet.
But, now she wanted to prove how much she loved and worshipped her Master. She wanted to please him.
She got up and did as she was told. As she returned, she didn’t know if the warm water from the sink was making her warm or the blood in her face from blushing.
He had paid the check while she was in the bathroom and was waiting for his slave by the door.
She was very embarrassed as she walked past all of the customers. Her skirt now had a slit in it half way up the side showing a lot of her legs and her shirt was see-through from the water.
Everyone in the restaurant stared at her. A pair of men in the corner clapped and whistled as she walked by.
She met her Master at the door and they left together with her Master holding her coat.
Once outside, he grabbed her hand and put it on his crotch.
“Look what you have done to me”, he said. “My cock is rock hard.”
She looked down and whispered, “I’m sorry Master. I will fix it.”
With that, they walked around the corner to and walked down an alley where they could be seen, but only by those looking.
She then dropped to her knees, unzipped him and took his cock in to her mouth.
She sucked him like her life depended on it.
She knew when he was about to cum and she increased her speed. Suddenly, he pulled out and came on her forehead and hair.
“Do not make me wait for you ever again”, he said.
You can wear my cum until we get to the hotel where I can properly punish you.
So….what do you think happens next?
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