Peggy’s rectum was squeezing my cock like a hand full of hot jelly. Just around the time she finished, I came groaning and I came torrentially. After the third splash my prick popped out of her ass. I pressed it against her cheek, and about a quarter cup of sperm splashed all over her mink.
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A TRIBUTE to the KING
Lance stared at his huge wanker going in and out
of her cunt as sluicing juice dripped off her
steaming padded muff. Pain mixed with genuine pleasure as he felt the big fat head of his cock
hit the back of her womb, watched the bitch’s
eyes roll white with ecstasy, felt the smooth, slightly resilient flesh round her ass grind
against his groin! "Fuck me...work it out...
make me cum!"
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I Want To Lick Your Pussy So Bad
After the first two or three, she gave in to the pleasure of it. Pelvis shoved outward, she clutched handfuls of mons and muff so that her reddened clit stood out. Without embarrassment she panted, “I’m getting close…” Then she guided me with words through one orgasm after another. Each time she would decide this was the last, but she never resisted when I insisted on messing around down there. And then once again she’d be on her way, her vagina oozing clear nectar. She worked her clitoris with deftly sensitive fingers, showing me how she liked to be masturbated while I rested my tongue. “Fuck me in the butt,” she said, “I might come again.”
April Showers
Through his alcoholic haze, Gregor could tell the whore was pretty. His meaty fuckpole was knowingly removed from his pants, and soon, a delicate fluttering tongue was giving him godly sensations. After a bit of this foreplay, he felt a warm engulfment as all ten inches of his wampole were eagerly swallowed by an accepting throat. Gregor exploded like never before, showering her throat, face and lips with four year’s worth of hot semen.
Dear, Dr Love
My girlfriend is 24, and I’m 26—we met in high school and have been having a splendid sexual relationship, that is, until recently. She complained that I never go down on her, and now she’s holding sex hostage until I do. Dr Love, I have to be frank, the idea of going down there terrifies me. I don’t want to lose her, but the thought of me spitting out pubes the day after makes me nauseous!
Hate To Ever Lick Pussy!!!
Hate To Ever Lick Pussy!!!
Dr Love:
I hate to break it to you, but you’re stuck between a moist pussy and a hard place. She’s been giving you all that you imagined in the bedroom, and now she’s making a demand and you fall to bits. Trust me, pussy is nothing to fear. Ask her nicely to shave and douche before bedtime, turn off the lights and let the magic begin! Real men do it all the time. Or are you that much of a pussy?
Seka: Flesh And Blood Sex Machine
The fabulous Seka needs no introduction to fans of porno movies. One of the true superstars of the erotic film industry, she has been called “the quintessential pornstar.” Her highly charged blonde sexuality is envied by women and lusted after by men. Her films include Blonde Fire, Inside Seka, My Sister Seka, Between the Sheets, Any Time, Any Place, Exhausted, "F" , and Rockin’ With Seka.
I had been trying to interview Seka for two years, and finally caught up with her in San Francisco, where she was making some videos. Our extremely intimate interview was conducted at Trader Vic’s Restaurant.
Q: You’re big box office in the X-rated film and television market, aren’t you?
A: I’ve done a lot of X-rated and video cassettes. I’ve been around the block, you might say. The films and video, for the most part, have been good (laughs). There are too many to name….You’ve probably seen some of them. Do you masturbate after seeing my films?
Q: I have…(laughs) Inside Seka was one of my favorites. And do you enjoy masturbation?
A: I enjoyed that film (Inside Seka). Yes, I masturbate. I believe any sexually healthy woman masturbates. You fantasize about your man when he’s not around, or about a lover you’ve never had. I like sticking a big, fat dildo up my vagina, and fantasizing. It’s good for my head.
Most of the women I know masturbate, and I bet a whole lot of women masturbate and just don’t talk about it. I started masturbating early in my teens. I get fan mail from my male fans, and they say they jack off behind my films. You should read some of my fan mail. It’s wild! But that’s why I asked if you jacked off (we laugh).
Source: alphabluearchives.com
I had been trying to interview Seka for two years, and finally caught up with her in San Francisco, where she was making some videos. Our extremely intimate interview was conducted at Trader Vic’s Restaurant.
Q: You’re big box office in the X-rated film and television market, aren’t you?
A: I’ve done a lot of X-rated and video cassettes. I’ve been around the block, you might say. The films and video, for the most part, have been good (laughs). There are too many to name….You’ve probably seen some of them. Do you masturbate after seeing my films?
Q: I have…(laughs) Inside Seka was one of my favorites. And do you enjoy masturbation?
A: I enjoyed that film (Inside Seka). Yes, I masturbate. I believe any sexually healthy woman masturbates. You fantasize about your man when he’s not around, or about a lover you’ve never had. I like sticking a big, fat dildo up my vagina, and fantasizing. It’s good for my head.
Most of the women I know masturbate, and I bet a whole lot of women masturbate and just don’t talk about it. I started masturbating early in my teens. I get fan mail from my male fans, and they say they jack off behind my films. You should read some of my fan mail. It’s wild! But that’s why I asked if you jacked off (we laugh).
Source: alphabluearchives.com
All Brains And No Bone
Bridgette Monet
During her porn career, Monet began attending California State University of Long Beach to study medicine. Since her retirement from porn she moved back to San Diego County and is raising a family.
Sharon Mitchell
Mitchell received a Ph.D. degree in human sexuality from the Institute for the Advanced Study of Human Sexuality in San Francisco.
Desireé Cousteau
Since retiring from the adult film business, Cousteau has become an accredited child psychologist in her home state of Georgia.
Source: wikipedia.com
During her porn career, Monet began attending California State University of Long Beach to study medicine. Since her retirement from porn she moved back to San Diego County and is raising a family.
Sharon Mitchell
Mitchell received a Ph.D. degree in human sexuality from the Institute for the Advanced Study of Human Sexuality in San Francisco.
Desireé Cousteau
Since retiring from the adult film business, Cousteau has become an accredited child psychologist in her home state of Georgia.
Source: wikipedia.com
Escort Extraordinaire: Hunnee Holiday
Dr Love: Hunnee, a striking feature about your application is your love of being naked. I believe your exact words were, “I’d be nude all the time if I could,” correct?
Hunnee: It’s true. If I could live in a nudist society all year long, I would. Clothes are so confining, and I like to feel free. Also, I know I’m not going to look like this forever so I should fully enjoy it while I can! Tell your readers I’m naked right now.
Dr Love: Where you from and how did you decide to become an escort?
Hunnee: Well, I’m from a little town outside Iowa City, Iowa. I’m really a small-town girl at heart. I just happen to have a moderately big city a few minutes away. Anyhow, I want to be a feature entertainer someday.
Dr Love: You do?
Hunnee: I do! It’s been my dream ever since I was a little girl. I remember sneaking peeks at my dad’s old Playboys, and secretly getting hot looking at the women. Then I went to a strip club when I first turned 18 and saw these stunning women who were there on tour. They had these marvelous costumes, and people had come out from all over to see them.
Dr Love: Ordinarily, girls want to get into porn.
Hunnee: I’m very shy! I know that sounds senseless, but I do so much better in one-on-one situations. I could never reveal everything in front of the crew and everyone else. But I love to dance! Anyway, I started escorting because I needed money in addition to what I’d been making as a dancer.
Dr Love: Are you in school?
Hunnee: I’m in school. I’m actually majoring in BioChemistry, which is my strongest subject, but I really haven’t decided yet what to do with it! So that’s one of the reasons I needed money. Student loans only take you so far!
Dr Love: Do you like being an escort?
Hunnee: I love it. I’ve made some truly great friends who are now regulars of mine. And I always look forward to meeting new people. I love the guys who just want to talk to me about everything, and tell me their deepest secrets, and I also love the guys who just want to hang out.
Dr Love: So what can one expect out of a date with you?
Hunnee: You can expect to get every penny’s worth out of me. I’ll come in a cute outfit, and we can go out and you can show me off like I’m your sexy girlfriend. We can stay at home and watch a movie. I’ll even give you a dance if you want!
Hunnee: It’s true. If I could live in a nudist society all year long, I would. Clothes are so confining, and I like to feel free. Also, I know I’m not going to look like this forever so I should fully enjoy it while I can! Tell your readers I’m naked right now.
Dr Love: Where you from and how did you decide to become an escort?
Hunnee: Well, I’m from a little town outside Iowa City, Iowa. I’m really a small-town girl at heart. I just happen to have a moderately big city a few minutes away. Anyhow, I want to be a feature entertainer someday.
Dr Love: You do?
Hunnee: I do! It’s been my dream ever since I was a little girl. I remember sneaking peeks at my dad’s old Playboys, and secretly getting hot looking at the women. Then I went to a strip club when I first turned 18 and saw these stunning women who were there on tour. They had these marvelous costumes, and people had come out from all over to see them.
Dr Love: Ordinarily, girls want to get into porn.
Hunnee: I’m very shy! I know that sounds senseless, but I do so much better in one-on-one situations. I could never reveal everything in front of the crew and everyone else. But I love to dance! Anyway, I started escorting because I needed money in addition to what I’d been making as a dancer.
Dr Love: Are you in school?
Hunnee: I’m in school. I’m actually majoring in BioChemistry, which is my strongest subject, but I really haven’t decided yet what to do with it! So that’s one of the reasons I needed money. Student loans only take you so far!
Dr Love: Do you like being an escort?
Hunnee: I love it. I’ve made some truly great friends who are now regulars of mine. And I always look forward to meeting new people. I love the guys who just want to talk to me about everything, and tell me their deepest secrets, and I also love the guys who just want to hang out.
Dr Love: So what can one expect out of a date with you?
Hunnee: You can expect to get every penny’s worth out of me. I’ll come in a cute outfit, and we can go out and you can show me off like I’m your sexy girlfriend. We can stay at home and watch a movie. I’ll even give you a dance if you want!
someone is getting the best of us
and it’s definitely not me
look at me—i’m dying
something is getting the best of us and it’s definitely not me
You guys—we need to think about this!?
someone is getting the best of us and it’s not just me
Or how gainful employment employs in wrong ways
Jempty’s Reviver (Or, A Palindrome of Sin)
She stood there all six feet of her—Jempty Jade—beside the checkered board bathed in neon light blaze.
“I’ll tell you about death. What’s there not to tell? Death is a cunning cool creep of camouflaged hate.”
What kind of hate? Hate for all humanity? Hate for all things human? Or hate for all things that make us all too inhuman? He was right! The position was true! Its geometric innocence killed in wrong ways. But Pastor Paul paused. Something was afoot. Eden stood burning—brazen and all….
Vespers Mystique (Take One)
Pastor Paul at midnight divines her lithesome—through his suspended deserted storey view. Lover too ingrate for silver-like moon, omen misspent pro on-spending hate; missive in a bottle—she never does solicit, not even if sereneness serenades her too right.
Hark! Shoo Hark! Shake stillborn dreams from sleeping eyes. Awake, my pretty young one! Master Treadmill Time moves us too still, sterling, through pale morning.
I’ve been expecting you.
Rapturous melody asunder rips the night! It’s the coming—of her crystal-like kid! No monk, homoerotic or otherwise, can kill the dream—of her crystal-cut kid.
What’s not to like about Satan!? He tells you what he’s doing before he does it. Now you tell me. You’re going to tell me.
Pastor Paul at midnight minds her lithesome—rabble-rouser reeled of Eden—flagellant flaming hot redhead, ruminator of glorious heathen….
Balling for Concubine
Someone whimsically illogical was going down, and it definitely wasn’t he. Mitch dreamt it—but did MidKnightMagic dream it too? Play on white and black did not seem simple, even to a chocolate-colored sight. But Mitch had to dream big, bigger than the biggest Knight.
Time blinked grey opportunity bliss. A bicker of white nights the cost opportunity missed. Mitch was so ready to fight. He’d even found minefields tactical all.
Lost in shades of idiosyncrasy MidKnight winked mute. The beginnings of a new insanity were all too unclear. Did Lady Marianne after midnight mingle merrily? Or, did she trend chase brawny bishops across liminal space? Yet, no matter how deep he probed the position, something told him all was good….
Who’s Afraid of the Kristol-Kid!?
Janie sits on June beneath a hot New Jersey dusk. Distant clouds pierce the heavens—stalagmites of glory.
You’re a woman—at least you say you are. What reason do I have to believe!?
I’d rather keep my ego contained thank you. But call me Isabelle.
Sometimes I see you through the night—from my suspended storey view.
You phrase it like you wish it.
June suddenly breaks light. She’s vision replete—bathing with virtue in sunshine of hate.
and it’s definitely not me
look at me—i’m dying
something is getting the best of us and it’s definitely not me
You guys—we need to think about this!?
someone is getting the best of us and it’s not just me
Or how gainful employment employs in wrong ways
Jempty’s Reviver (Or, A Palindrome of Sin)
She stood there all six feet of her—Jempty Jade—beside the checkered board bathed in neon light blaze.
“I’ll tell you about death. What’s there not to tell? Death is a cunning cool creep of camouflaged hate.”
What kind of hate? Hate for all humanity? Hate for all things human? Or hate for all things that make us all too inhuman? He was right! The position was true! Its geometric innocence killed in wrong ways. But Pastor Paul paused. Something was afoot. Eden stood burning—brazen and all….
Vespers Mystique (Take One)
Pastor Paul at midnight divines her lithesome—through his suspended deserted storey view. Lover too ingrate for silver-like moon, omen misspent pro on-spending hate; missive in a bottle—she never does solicit, not even if sereneness serenades her too right.
Hark! Shoo Hark! Shake stillborn dreams from sleeping eyes. Awake, my pretty young one! Master Treadmill Time moves us too still, sterling, through pale morning.
I’ve been expecting you.
Rapturous melody asunder rips the night! It’s the coming—of her crystal-like kid! No monk, homoerotic or otherwise, can kill the dream—of her crystal-cut kid.
What’s not to like about Satan!? He tells you what he’s doing before he does it. Now you tell me. You’re going to tell me.
Pastor Paul at midnight minds her lithesome—rabble-rouser reeled of Eden—flagellant flaming hot redhead, ruminator of glorious heathen….
Balling for Concubine
Someone whimsically illogical was going down, and it definitely wasn’t he. Mitch dreamt it—but did MidKnightMagic dream it too? Play on white and black did not seem simple, even to a chocolate-colored sight. But Mitch had to dream big, bigger than the biggest Knight.
Time blinked grey opportunity bliss. A bicker of white nights the cost opportunity missed. Mitch was so ready to fight. He’d even found minefields tactical all.
Lost in shades of idiosyncrasy MidKnight winked mute. The beginnings of a new insanity were all too unclear. Did Lady Marianne after midnight mingle merrily? Or, did she trend chase brawny bishops across liminal space? Yet, no matter how deep he probed the position, something told him all was good….
Who’s Afraid of the Kristol-Kid!?
Janie sits on June beneath a hot New Jersey dusk. Distant clouds pierce the heavens—stalagmites of glory.
You’re a woman—at least you say you are. What reason do I have to believe!?
I’d rather keep my ego contained thank you. But call me Isabelle.
Sometimes I see you through the night—from my suspended storey view.
You phrase it like you wish it.
June suddenly breaks light. She’s vision replete—bathing with virtue in sunshine of hate.
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