Monthly Archives: March 2009

Fantasy Girls

Cosplay, Kosupure… And Boys

Suze came across this site and sent me the link because she knows that I’m interested in the phenomenon that is Cosplay (コスプレ Kosupure), and that I’ve covered it before on this blog.

It doesn’t have to be sexual, though certain elements of it do emphasise sexuality, both overtly and by the very nature of cosplay. The whole subculture is theatrical, like heavy metal styles, New Romantics and indeed many of the styles of the 1980s. That sense of theatre is beguiling and evokes a mood of escapism, glamour and fantasy that can be very sexually liberating.

As a way of having fun and escaping from your work-a-day world cosplay is something that I think more people in the west would consider if it weren’t so obviously different from anything else in the western world. It’s a bit too different for most people to wear in the street, yet many people would recognise the Manga styling of the characters.

That’s of course another way in which the sexual side of cosplay is apparent, it’s obvious visual queues taken from Hentai. As you can imagine this leads to Kosupure being linked to everything from a little play between couples in their own bedrooms to the full service at image clubs (imekura or イメクラ) in Japan where devotees can indulge their fantasies with a naughty nurse or playful (adult) schoolgirl.

Anyway, the store is great and the prices don’t look half bad for the Kosupure Otaku (コスプレ オタク) out there. While I’d love to see people wearing some of the costumes I don’t know what the police would think of people waving around the huge swords that accompany some of them. To a greater or lesser degree the costumes are quite close to the cartoon originals, the Final Fantasy ones are on the whole excellent.

Phone Sexy

Sean BeanI admit it, I used to smoke. A bloody silly thing to do, damaging to your health, foul smelling and expensive. See you can tell ex-smokers they’re worse than people who have never smoked at all. It’s probably the feeling that the dreaded cigarettes robbed you of years of activity as you wheezed after strenuous activity. Then there’s the mornings, coughing and spluttering into the bathroom until you cleared the kack from your chest. And perhaps most importantly the money you literally burned. Most packs of 20 are over five quid now, how did I ever afford it?

But there’s one thing I do miss from smoking, and it’s not the nicotine hit of that first drag. It’s the effect it had on my voice. My voice used to be much deeper and more gravely, on the telephone it had an unusual effect on the female of the species.

It was only the ciggies, I didn’t have to go to the extent that Mercedes McCambridge did to voice the part of the possessed Regan in the Exorcist – i.e. drinking raw eggs, smoking goodness knows how many packs a day, drinking to excess and not getting any sleep. Though that does sound like a few debauched weekends I enjoyed when I was younger.

I used to work in a call centre, taking calls from all over the UK. Now to people outside Yorkshire a Yorkshire accent is a Yorkshire accent. Often people from the south of the UK can’t tell whereabouts in Yorkshire you’re from, they even mistake Derbyshire, Nottinghamshire and Manchester for Yorkshire. So when I picked up the phone and started to talk they immediately decided they were talking to Sean Bean and as Sean had appeared in Lady Chatterley’s lover. You fill in the blanks LOL.

And Suze agrees. If you ask she’ll tell you that having spoken to me on the phone on a number of occasions before meeting face to face she already had a mental image of me that was quite appealing.

It must have been a shock when she saw me for the first time 🙁

However I’m happy to leave the Sean Bean voice behind. The ciggies are too high price to pay even for that. So why, I hear you ask, do I mention it? Well, the voice is back for a few days if only because I have an appalling cold and chest infection.

Even being ill has its benefits. 🙂

I mean, who of us doesn’t like receiving a call from a stranger with a sexy voice?

That Build Up To Some Hot Porn

Bobbi StarrUnlike Jackie Smith MP and her husband we openly admit to watching porn, well to you lot any way. 😉 I’m not sure work are ready to hear me say that yet. They can’t seem to get beyond BDSM not being all about dressing up in German uniform ala Max Moseley.

I wonder just how many couples not only watch it together but talk about the scenes and how they can be improved. I’m thinking not many. It’s a shame really that some people simply cannot open up to one another. I suppose I am lucky…we are lucky.

Our latest purchase from Harmony films has left me a little exasperated though. There have been several scenes which looked like turning in to something different and then they have simply not followed them through.

For example, I can appreciate both the female and male stars, being bisexual. And I often long for a good girl on girl scene. Last night I though it was going to happen. The scene starts off with a girl laying blindfolded on a table, wearing purple bra, panties and stockings.

A girl walks in to shot and cuffs the girl. She then starts to caress her lips, kissing her gently. Good so far. Then out of nowhere appear two guys, one shoves his cock straight in to her mouth and the other starts licking her pussy. The other girl has gone.

In another the gorgeous Bobbi Starr, her up there in the top left corner is deep throating a rather large black dildo. And making a good job of it. I’m thinking, any minute she will be bringing herself off with that.

But no.

A guy walk in on the scene and shoves his cock in to her mouth. Is it me or are the directors of porn missing some really good scenes in favour of the formulaic?

What do you think?

Would Your Girl Take A Cock This Size?

Extreme COckThere are some huge cocks on the Internet, but this one is probably the largest we’ve seen. It’s not real however and has been created as a marketing ploy. Good fun though, don’t you think.

Well I got to wondering, what sort of silly Photshopped cocks could I find via the wonders of the Web?

The inset picture is the result, an eye-watering, but completely unbelievable image. It of course begs the question, “Why, other than to illustrate a post on a sex blog such as this, would anyone actually want to look at this sort of picture?”.

New Girl With Tasty Baps

I told you all a couple of weeks ago my old sandwich shop just shut without any notice, there one day, shutters down the next. Well, I have done a little bit of Miss Marpling and talked to the shop over the road and discovered what happened.

The shop keeper was quite discreet, he merely told me that the woman who ran the shop had an argument with her husband. He frequented the shop at lunchtime too. And the next thing he knew the shutter was being pulled down and she was driving off in to the sunset.

Never to be seen again.

In a way it has been a good thing. I as you know have found somewhere else to buy my sandwiches and they are cheaper too. Although the service is slower. Swings and roundabout I suppose.

I think I may have been served by the proprietor today. She in the words of Keith Lemon is “bang tidy”, small dark hair cut into a shoulder length bob with brown eyes. Almost Irish in looks and petite. She would make a great pornstar. Lol

I’m stood in front of the counter letching and thinking that I was going to enjoy her serving me when I was distracted. There was a quite pronounced mustache on her top lip. With her being dark haired it was very noticeable.


Now how could I bring depilatory cream in to the conversation…

Virgin Movies For Free!

Jacqui SmithIt’s nice to have a husband who’ll try to take the fall for you. So thought Jacqui Smith, sadly for her it doesn’t appear to have worked.

For those of you not in the UK here’s the story.

In the UK members of parliament are allowed to claim for a second home to allow them to have one in their constituency and one in London so they can serve their constituents locally and at Westminster. In principle this is excellent. Until parliament was thoroughly reformed in the 18/19 centuries the only people who could afford to be MPs were wealthy gentry and they were therefore not great advocates of the common people. Removing the financial burden of public office made it possible for anyone to enter parliament.

Sadly some MPs have abused the system and claim immense sums of money ( approved by the Parliament Office), far in excess of what you and I as mere voters would need to keep a second home. Jacqui Smith is already under investigation for alleged misconduct in this respect – or as I feel it’s better described, taking the fucking piss with my money.

So imagine the expression on her face when a newspaper recently broke the story that her hubby had claimed for two adult movies on their cable TV – Amusingly they use Virgin Media, LOL.

Well, in an effort to save his wife’s huge salary and expenses claims from evaporating from the family budget he’s apologised. Time will tell if it saves Jacqui.

There’s nothing wrong with adult movies, nothing at all, but they hardly count as expenses. What else will be surfacing? Sex toys, hookers, rent boys? If you’re above the age of consent then please feel free to indulge yourself, just not out of my taxes.

If you want to catch up on this story click here.

Or if you want a real laugh watch hubby apologising here.

Fuck Me Shoes

Pole Dancer ShoeWhen You Are Stripped Right Down

It’s true that clothes do not define you but they can give pretty strong clues to your personality and views on life.

Take me, I’m not a fashion follower, never have been even when I was a teenager. For me clothes had to be stylish, comfortable and if evening wear timelessly sexy. One of my favourite ranges in the 90’s (when I could afford it) was Planet.

They made some beautifully tailored classic suits, dresses and skirts. Nothing flashy but the cut and the style said everything. Understated chic with taste. To this day I’m still that girl who like class rather than trash and I’m pleased to hear that the clothes of the 80’s are making a come back.

I think most people have seen enough of the half-mast trousers with boxer top reveal, often accompanied by the obligatory baseball cap. Lets see men wearing suits to go out and looking smart again. A man in a suit works for me, in fact you may already know this because I have spoken about it before…Alex has a fuck suit. 😉

One which he can soil and is easily cleaned.

Most of the time you will find me wearing trainers and cargo pants with a t-shirt. Practical and comfortable day wear when not at work. Whilst Busty and Horny from work insist on walking around in stilettos and tight fitting clothes and would not be seen out without the lippy. Lol

I believe my clothes represent me, down to earth, practical and with a sense of fun. Not pretentious or insecure. I’m comfortable with who I am and I believe it shows.

Again there was a trigger for this post. I saw the shoes up there and immediately thought of who would wear them and it isn’t difficult to see just who they were aimed at is it? There is no mistaking a girls interests there. 😉

I don’t think I would have the bottle to wear them, would you?


Sex With A Stranger

Chelle felt the weather change around six in the evening. The mid-March sunset accompanied by a sudden but brief gust of cold wind that made the window frames rattle and the roof timbers creak. She opened the front door and looked out into the darkening twilight.

“Jess, Jess!” she called after her wilful tabby tom. Her voice seemed small and insignificant in the dark, deepening shadows that were gathering around the house. It wafted across the surrounding fields and was lost amongst the sound of the trees in the copse on the ridge being buffeted by another gust of wind. She had to lean against the door to close it, another barrage of wind hitting the front of the house head on. She turned back into the warmth of the hallway, long black hair now dishevelled and partially covering her face.

Her hairbrush was on the sideboard. Running it through her hair whilst standing in front of the mirror in the lounge she caught her reflection and smiled. Her brother kept telling her that she looked like the girl in “The Ring” when she brushed her hair, and framed in the oval mirror she had to admit the similarity. She didn’t have the blue-white deathly skin tones, but the resemblance to Samara was there.

She made herself a coffee, fortified with a healthy splash of cognac and allowed the radio to lull her into unconciousness. Her eyelids drooped and closed, her breathing slowed and alone in her deep, comfortable armchair sleep enveloped her.


She woke to the sound of a hammering from the door, the clock on the mantle indicated it was past ten. The wind was stronger than before, the heavy roof tiles rattled, rain lashed the windows. Half asleep Chelle stumbled to the door.

She opened the door and was shaken into full consciousness by the blast of icy rain that rushed into the hallway. A dark figure loomed in the doorway, hair plastered to his head with rain, his black overcoat dripping from a long walk through the foul weather outside. His pale grey eyes bored into her.

“I thought you’d got lost. Get inside.” She helped him remove his coat and hung it on one of the pegs by the door to drip leaving it onto the stone tiles.

He slumped into the chair opposite hers while she poured him a glass of whisky.

“She proffered the glass he took it with a nod. “I’ll get some towels, you’re soaked.” Chelle returned with two bath sheets and began to undress her sodden visitor. The removal of each garment exposed more of his flesh to be patted and rubbed dry. He leant forward, allowing her to remove his sweater and shirt, then stood to lower his trousers and boxers.

When she was sure he was dry and the malt was warming him from within she sat at his feet, chin resting on his naked thighs. Her eyes were drawn to his turgid cock. “So I suppose after walking all that way you’re too tired to … ”

She ran the nail of her left index finger along the soft skin of his inner thigh towards his groin. His cock stirred and lengthened. Chelle watched, fascinated.

“No matter how many times I see that it still intrigues me.” He smiled.

Her hand slipped around the now firm member and gently stroked its length. He groaned, shifting positioning the chair, hips thrusting upward to meet her downward strokes. You should be really careful with your extremities, if they get cold they might get frost bite and fall off. She slowly licked her lips. “Let’s put that somewhere nice and warm”.

Chelle stood up to remove her jeans and panties. She turned and presented her round ass for his approval. He reached out and stroked the full peach of her buttocks. His hand slipped between her legs and found the moistness there, warm, fragrant, alluring.

She sensed him stand behind her, his hand leaving her wet snatch and grasping her by the shoulder, now she was being pushed to her knees. She fell onto all fours, waiting for him to initiate the love making. His hands grabbed her waist, cock needing no help to find her opening and impale her.

She gasped. It had been a couple of days since they had been together and although absence certainly made him more enthusiastic when there were back together she couldn’t remember him ever being quite so big, or masterful. Her hair hung around her face like a veil, swinging as she was buffeted by his animal thrusting.

Chelle resolved that if the panting grunting wall of masculinity behind her was the result of a few days apart she would have to insist that they only saw each other once each week as her first orgasm exploded inside her. It was quickly followed by a second and a third as her lover seemed intent on climbing inside her.

His breath was hot on her back. Her head was spinning, the pleasure so intense that she didn’t register the pain from the crushing grip his hands were applying to her waist.

She felt and heard him cumming, a growling pulsing wave of orgasm that seemed to reach out from him and engulf her. He continued to thrust even after he was spent, snarling low in his throat. When he finally released her waist she collapse to the floor, in a whimpering bliss-filled delirium.

She was vaguely aware of his footsteps making their way upstairs and the sound of the shower curtain being pulled shut and water gushing from the shower head. Chelle let herself drift, almost falling to sleep.

Suddenly she was aware of a shape above her. She opened her bleary eyes and let out a shriek.

He was standing above her half-naked form, dark hair plastered to his head, overcoat wet from the driving rain. His pale grey eyes were glittering.


“You’ll never believe what happened. Some bastard jumped me, knocked me out and then, best of all, get this, didn’t even take my wallet.”

“What? What are you talking about? What were you doing outside again?” Chelle was confused.

“Again? Look I just let myself in with the key you gave me.”

Chelle’s blood froze. The sound of the shower ceased and footsteps crossed the landing.

“Who is that?” Asked Gordon.

With a horrifying realisation Chelle replied “I don’t know …”.

The stairs creaked as Chelle’s visitor made their way down stairs, eventually appearing, framed in the door. Eyes glowing red, light glinting off razor sharp canines.

Pussy, Pie And A Pint

Pole DancerThe recession has hit public houses over here in a bad way. It seems that every day I pass a pub which has been boarded up somewhere. Towns and villages are beginning to look like shanty towns as these pubs become targets for vandalism and grafitti.

Some feel the heart is being ripped out of communities who for years used the local public house as a place to meet up with old friends and acquaintances. It is quite sad really.

Those who are managing to keep opening their doors and struggling against the tide and have to be more inventive than ever, to encourage the small number of people who can afford to consume alcohol in their establishments to come through the door.

So you would imagine that local councils would be supportive of the publican and his plight. Apparently not if you live in Ayr. They are coming down heavily on pubs and bars who have so called activities and theme nights which are seen as “adult entertainment”.

These include Ann Summers party nights and staff who used to do the Coyote-Ugly style dance (whatever that is) in a bar.

Have they gone completely mad? These events are helping licensees to continue to trade and in turn keeping the economy going and employing staff who would otherwise be out of a job.

It makes no sense to me at all. You can read the full story here

Rubber Fetish? – Not Quite

“Now who would have thought that a trip to the local supermarket would have started me off on a new kink…

We did the usual boring shopping trip. Pre planned complete with list of goods to buy. I usually ensure that I know exactly what I am going for, it saves both time and money. I’m sure a lot of you will agree, It is also one of the most boring household chores next to cleaning.

To make the whole process more interesting Alex and I spot the looker. By that I don’t necessarily mean the most attractive person shopping that day but someone who we both feel an attraction to. Lucky me, I get to look at both sides of the species. 🙂

During the weeks we have been playing this game I have spotted more females than males. Some of whom I would not have said no to…if you know what I mean. 😉 I did actually, just the once, have my glance returned with a smile but nothing more than that. Bugger! She was a sweet looking brunette with green eyes, slightly celtic looking.

This trip was fairly uneventful except for the mousy haired girl Alex was drooling over at the deli counter. I had to tell him several times, “no we don’t need any cooked meats”! LOL There was just something missing, I didn’t find her attractive. I don’t know why.

Which leads me to my next question. Have you ever found yourself attracted to someone and you couldn’t quite understand why? Or found that something you had prevsiously overlook either through lack of interest or because it didn’t work for you, was now making your juices flow?

Alex and I were stood in the queue waiting to load the conveyor belt with goods, when I spotted someone. Ordinarily this guy would have not turned my head. But now I found myself craning my neck trying to get a better view. He approached us and joined the queue next to ours. What luck, I could now get a better look of him.

He was a tall guy, I guess about 6’5″ with broad shoulders and a golden tan. He was wearing a khaki tank and camouflarge shorts and wait for it…

…black neoprene leggings with foot styrups and flip flops. I know this sounds like a strange combination but it worked! He had a very strong athletic looking frame, with broad calves which made the leggings look GOOD!

I could only see this guy from the rear and I liked what I saw up to that point. Me moved forward and he began to load the conveyor. As he turned his head to checkout my queue I caught a full frontal view.

He was quite handsome, no he was bloody good looking. Brown eyes which could melt any woman’s clothes off and a cute face. I turned back to Alex as I began to realise that he had been packing the bags whilst I had been staring lustfully at this guy. Alex returned a knowing smile.

The rest of my packing was not up to the usual standard, I was putting any old items together instead of being selective. As I did so, stealing glances of this guys legs. Boy did he look good in that neoprene. It clung to every sinew of his lower legs and I just wanted to run my fingers over him.

This fabric must not be confused with lycra, it’s a million miles away from it. It looks more masculine and tactile, rigid and spongy at the same time. Oooh err! I have never had the pleasure of touching someone in a wet suit but I can imagine how it feels. But if anyone is offering I would love to give you a rub.

When we had unpacked I settled down at the PC. Can you guess what I just had to look up. I wasn’t disappointed there are some great sportswear shops out there. I may have to take up diving, skiing or surfing. Just look at what I found.

Now you know what I’m talking about don’t you. 🙂

The Acceptable Face Of Bukkake

It seems these days that you cannot purchase a porn DVD without it featuring two key elements, the first being fellatio and the second bukkake.

I don’t know who decided that we women get off on having a guy shoot his cum all over our faces but they certainly had an imagination. Lol If you are extremely unlucky (and guess who this happened to.) you can end up with it in your eye. And that bloody stings like acid when it hits your eyeball I can tell you.

Even better, if you happen to get it in your hair. Don’t bother with the hairbrush because that stuff will not shift, the only way to eradicate it is to wash your locks. There goes the voice of experience once again. 🙂

It can also be embarrassing if you forget to wipe it all up afterwards and your boyfriends parents come over. That tell tale white mark on the cushion cover had nothing to do with me. *blush*

So in short…you need to be wearing a hat which completely covers your faces, wearing goggles to protect your eyes and sitting on a plastic easy wipe sheet. Kind of takes the intimacy away doesn’t it.

Now to the reason for me being spurred in to writing this post. Check out the YouTube clip at the top of the page and tell me that this isn’t bukkake inspired. 😉

Sex At The Drive-In

Bikini Drive InThe 1950s in the UK was a pretty austere time, the Second World War had left the country poor and struggling to maintain its position in the world. In the US however the 1950s seems to be regarded as something of a golden age where wealth and happiness came easily to all. OK so that might be an over simplification brought about by the movies, but the US did enjoy post-war prosperity that made the UK look a pretty grey place.

Of the many things that shone out from the US during that decade was the drive-in movie. Young high school kids meeting up at a diner that looked like it just landed from outer space then driving in their huge V8 cars to a huge lot to watch a B Movie in the open air during the eternal summer of 1050s America. Then of course there was the “making out”.

For rain-drenched and impoverished Brits the picture painted of the US by the movies, drive-ins included, was like a vision of another world where young dude had a shiny bike or car and every girl was a prom queen.

So here’s a question to all our American readers. How many of you actually managed to have sex at a drive-in? I know they’ve been in decline for years but there must be some readers who have done it?

BTW the image relates to a film called Bikini Drive-in staring Ashley Rhey, made in 1995.

Politicians Browsing Porn

The Sport NewspaperMPs Internet Access Limited

It’s been reported that the members of the English Parliament are being closely monitored in their Internet usage and even blocked from some sites by the House Of Commons IT system. Their web browsing history is being stored as it would be for all businesses and their access to specific websites blocked by a page that refers them to the Commons Authorities if they wish to be granted access.

MPs are also being warned to be careful of the content of their email conversations too, in case they might be construed as offensive.

In one way it’s all pretty obvious stuff, just like any commercial organisation a public body such as the houses of parliament has a duty of care to ensure its members follow sensible browsing and email habits.

It is however quite amusing on two counts. I often feel that the members of the lower house haven’t got a clue what the people in the country are doing, or what their opinions are so blocking sites could be dangerous. It’s also amusing that one of the sites that was blocked was The Sport newspaper; A tabloid that specialises in salacious headlines and a high nipple count (they coined that phrase, not me).

And why is that an issue? Well Lembit Opik, who got involved with half of the Cheeky girls last year, writes a column for The Sport newspaper and couldn’t read it. LOL

One final note, Lembit and The Sport have now started a “campaign” to encourage the Houses of Parliament to unblock MPs’ access to the site.


Here Cums The Judge

You know how it is, a friend buys you a penis pump so you take it into the office and then start playing with the squeezy handle thing during the day as a bit of stress relief. Then you decide that nobody can see so your slip it over your cock and eventually, well you know, you cum. You enjoy it so much you do it again …

What do you mean you don’t do things like that at work?

Apparently Donald D. Thompson the judge who served 20 months for doing just that thought it was normal. Or did he? It’s quite honestly difficult to tell because he claims the case against him was “made in haste and a result of conjuncture and innuendo and not supported by evidence”. The police and public prosecutors thought otherwise as they have pictures of the pump under the desk and found semen on the carpet, his chair and on his robes.

After serving 20 months he’s kicking up a stink because he’s had his pension stopped – all $7,789 per month of it. The only person to have made a bigger cock-up and still want to keep his pension is the disgraced British banker Sir Fred Goodwin who’s current pension is estimated at the equivalent of $70,000/month. Then again he did lead his company to the biggest corporate loss in British financial history (£24 billion).

Only proves what we thought all a long, Sir Fred must have been jerking off in his office all day instead of looking after the bank. Maybe that’s where the rest of us are going wrong.

Blonde Biker Babe

Marisa MillerIt’s no surprise to anyone that Suze loves to have something hard and throbbing between her legs. 😉 It seems if Alex isn’t between my legs these days his place is taken by something of an adult nature.

As a teenager I had a passion for guys with bikes. Not push bikes but big boys bikes…motorbikes. It was more than the excitement of taking to the road and just two wheels it was the whole package including the attire.

I love leather, the touch, the look, the sound it makes when you move and most of all the smell which tantalises my nose just like freshly cooked bread. Only bread doesn’t tend to make me wet. Lol

Today I got the chance to rekindle those thoughts and desires two fold when I spotted a story in the press. It was about Harley Davidson’s campaign to launch the V-Rod Muscle, although it appears the bike was launched towards the back end of last year the story has only just broken here.

As you can see from the image above the bike is very nice indeed but the girl taking part in the advertising campaign for Harley is stunning. In fact I found myself saying “what bike?”, Lol.

The lady in question is Marisa Miller, model for Victoria’s Secret. Now if they sent me a toy like that to test I would be more than happy. 😉

Getting High And Getting Down- When A Blow Job Isn’t Enough

If I hadn’t seen this story on a number of sites it would have gone down as just another urban legend. I mean it’s bad enough that anyone would be stupid enough to try the vacuum cleaner trick in the privacy of their own home – but in public and using a piece of equipment that’s been used to suck up goodness knows what from the floor of cars?

In all seriousness it does highlight the dangers of drugs and getting amorous when you’re not in total control of your senses. Who would engage in this sort of behaviour if they weren’t out of their tree?

It’s like getting too drunk in situations where you might engage in sexual activities with someone and regret it when you sober up. Have fun but know when enough is enough.

The guy in question is regretting his actions in all sorts of ways. The acute embarrassment it is now causing him means he’s locked himself away, unable to look for work.

In the words of the 1980s UK anti-drugs campaign “Just Say No!” (to vacuum cleaner sex).


It’s All In The Nipples

Stacy StoneI love womens breasts in all shapes and sizes. No, that’s not strictly true. I love all womens breasts if they are natural. And for some reason I like them to have an ample sized areola too, one which is proportionate to the size of the breast.

For some reason I also favour the darker, more erring towards pink/brown areola. I like a nice firm nipple too, one which can be teased and teased with my teeth. I’m not in to puffy nipples, they just don’t do it form me on any level.

As a teenager I had inverted nipples and it wasn’t until I got myself a boyfriend that they changed. All the attention and sucking that they got must have coaxed them out and they haven’t hidden away since.

One thing I haven’t seen before is something I came across in one of our latest porn DVD’s. It features a rather stunning naturally large breasted brunette. She had been carefully filmed in the opening minutes from feet upwards so you could only see the underside of her breasts and the nipple.

As the scene progressed the cameraman endeavoured to film her from below or from her right. And in a few fleeting scenes I spotted why. She appears to have a double nipple on her left breast. Or she could have had an infected duct in her areola but it looked quite large and very much inline with her natural nipple.

I looked up Stacy Stone online and she is a 22 year old Czech girl with a 36C, 26, 36 figure. Although she looks to be larger in the breast department, perhaps the data is old.

Does anyone out there know if she has an extra nipple, obviously her photographs could have been Photoshopped but it is a little more difficult with video. It would be interesting to know and would certainly make her even more intriguing. 😉

Alien Girls Are Easy – In PVC

Alas the girls have fallen into the trap of “nice video, shame about the song”. I’m not the biggest Girls Aloud fan, they are not particularly innovative but have turned out some half decent pop tunes with the help of some clever songwriters, good production and as is the case here, eye catching video.

The PVC suits owe more than a little to the Watchmen’s Silk Spectre, but that’s not a complaint, and the whole video has nothing to do with the song.

None of the above are criticisms, just observations, because I admit it, I like seeing the girls in PVC

Panties For Sale ;)

FergieA rather unusual auction is taking place on Ebay with the proceeds going to the New North London Synagogue.

Celebrities are donating their undies to be auctioned online to help the synagogue, which offers a wide range of educational, cultural, social action and communal activities to the members and the Jewish and non-Jewish community.

Big named stars taking part include, Emma Thompson, Helen Mirren, Ricky Gervais, Daniel Day Lewis, Sacha Baron Cohen and Fergie from the Black Eyed Peas…I wouldn’t mind getting my hands on her panties. 😉

Fergie’s gold panties had attracted bids up to £165 by of today and political cartoonist Steve bell’s brigs which are emblazoned with an image of ex Prime Minister John Major, who had raised £330.

Do you think if I put a bid in for Fergie’s panties she will deliver them to me herself? I wish.

Hurry if you wish to bid the auction closes on 31st March 2009.


Sex That’s Free And Unfettered For Everyone

Gay GuysThis article highlights what has to be one of the most disturbing statistics that I have ever encountered.

We try to be inclusive here at because we believe that if it’s safe, sane and consenting everyone has the right to explore whatever sexuality they choose, with whoever they choose. Just because you’re different from the majority doesn’t make you wrong or as is implied by the findings of the survey – effectively mentally ill.

It’s truly shocking that in the 21st century there are still people who believe that all men and women are cast from one of two moulds and can be treated like mass-produced plastic dolls, not beautiful, individual human beings.

Of course what would be interesting is to see what proportion of the medical community had tried to “cure” homosexuality ten or twenty years ago.