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Guestblog: Klimtbalan

aRte viSuaL contempoRáneo. Pintura. Fotografía. Animación y algo de Música o ContempoRy viSuaL aRt. Painting. PhotogRaphy. Animation and more.

Thats whats on the header of the blog and expect a lovely visual ride when you go through his posts. They are quite breathtaking and leaves you staggered thinking about the amount of talented people there is out there.

I present: KlimtBalan


Jaroslaw Datta


Emmanuelle Brisson


Bernardo Torrens. La redención de los cueRpos


Tomas Müller / El Tomi. eL deSmitificadoR aRgentino


and my favourite so far… Marius van Dokkum


Guestblog: Obit of the day

Found this yesterday while getting sidetracked tumbling 🙂 but its brilliant and really interesting if you like historic information about both celebrities and normal average people.

Obit of the Day
Looking at the unique lives that have shuffled off this mortal coil. OOTD is the most popular obituary blog on Tumblr.

Obit of the Day: Death Watch


This is Tikker. It’s “the wristwatch that counts down your life.” A Kickstarter project created by Rebecca DeRosa, owners will fill out a questionnaire and based on your current age, health, and other relevant pieces of personal information you are given your estimated time left on Earth.
Tikker’s goal is to remind the user of how much time they have left and “to make the most of it, AND TO BE HAPPY!” As of October 10, 2013 the Kickstarter has surpassed its goal of $25,000 and has nearly 1000 backers.
Oh, “and it also tells time.”

Guestblog: Gorgeous company

Last day of the guestblogs and what a great way of finishing the day than with Geoffs great site Gorgeous Company. Great photos and quotes to uplift your mind and soul.

In his own words:geoff-clow-april-20121
This is the place where I can post stuff I’ve written, thoughts, images & quotes; things that have touched my heart, caught my eye, held my attention or have left my mind wandering while I contemplate life.

I’m a passionate romantic who loves all things sensual. This means that now and then, not everything I post will be sweet, innocent or G-rated. There will be times when I find I’m ‘in a mood’ and during those times, my postings will be a bit on the naughty or erotic side. If that offends you, you’ve been warned. If you’re under 18, time to leave.

Grab a cup of coffee and get comfortable; let’s get to know one another.

I present: Gorgeous Company




Surrounded by well being




Photographer Tony Duranvia
Photography by Robert Broeke

Photos by Robert Broeke. See more at Faith is Torment

Guestblog: Rendezvous with Renee

I love this blog, the reasons are twofolds. I love a good author who gets better and better as you follow them from their blogging beginning and 2nd a witty, funny person behind the keyboard who are not afraid of venting their personal stuff out to the world. Me, I’m not that strong. I’m happy to call her my friend. So off you go and adore her blog peeps, well worth reading and following.

In her own words:

Beware of the blonde bombshell that has no fear and wields a mighty keyboard. My stories tend to run the gamut. You never know what you’re going to get. It could be erotica or general fiction.
I have two grown children and the love and support of my family and friends. My sense of humor is whip smart, I’m sarcastic as fuck and I flirt like no other. My heart is good and I love with all of it. And I’m really a 12 year old boy trapped in a 45 year old woman’s body.
I have a few stories published with Ether Books. I’m hoping to have more published soon. Thank you for your support.

I present: Rendevouz with Renee


Savoring Your Want of Me (Part IV and End)

The rate you fuck me is excruciatingly slow.

You look up at my face and smile at my impatience.

I bang my hands on your back, but you continue your momentum.

I cry, and you catch my tears with your lips.

You whisper, “hush,” then hasten your movements.

“I want you to feel where I’ve been,”  you breathe into my ear.


“And the next day,” you say.

As you release your essence into me.

You breathe your promise to me.

To do it…




To never stop,

What we’ve begun…


Quoteful Thursday-Tyler Knott Gregson


Girl of Colours

She was a Girl of Colours

Darkness and Light too

She was Beauty and Ugliness

Death and Life

Brilliant yet Tarnished

Fire and Water, her elements

She was Everything yet she was Nothing

She was a Woman of Substance that became a Ghost

Even before her Demise she had become an Apparition

She was a Girl of Colours

Darkness and Light too

She was Beauty and Ugliness

Death and Life

Brilliant yet Tarnished

Fire and Water, her elements

She was Everything yet she was Nothing

She was a Woman of Substance that became a Ghost

Even before her Demise she had become an Apparition

Fancy a Brew?

Thank you my dear friend The Reclining Gentleman for the tag. I love coffee. It is a necessary evil in my life. It works to keep me focused because of ADHD. If I didn’t drink it, I’d be even more crazy than I already am. :-)

1) How many cups of coffee per day? At least three cups. Starbucks dark roast preferably.

2) What is your favourite caffeine delivery system? Coffee of course. I’ll drink Coke Zero though. Yum!

3) What was your best cup of coffee? My favorite coffee is Komodo Dragon dark roast from Starbucks. It is bitter and earthy. Add a little ground cinnamon and I’m in Heaven.

4) What was your worst cup of coffee? Oh hell, I don’t know. Probably the gas station we stopped at a few years ago when we were driving to Florida to go to Disney World. It looked like old bathwater and tasted like burnt bacon. Sure, I’d love to drink the bathwater of Ryan Gosling or Johnny Depp, but not in my coffee. GROSS!!!

5) What does your favourite mug say? LIVE, LAUGH, LOVE. What else would you expect from a fiery wench such as moi?

Live Laugh Love

At work, I use a mug that’s covered in flowers, because I’m such a dainty maiden. I need one that’s animal print though. I’m sure  it would go better with my goofy personality. Or maybe I can find one that has the F word repeated all over it. Roger Darling would love that I’m sure.

6) How do you take your coffee? Caramel syrup, real cream, and two Sweet and Low. My dear husband tells me I’m high maintenance. Even with my coffee. I do believe he is right.

7) When was your first cup? I was a latchkey kid, so probably when I was 8 or 9. I was always sneaky and doing things I shouldn’t. Hell, I started smoking when I was 13.

8) Have you ever gone on a coffee tea date? Yes, with Roger Darling of course. And a few of my girlfriends. Starbucks is a favorite place to hang out. It’s nice to sit and chat with a dark roast, Venti.

Sometimes I wonder why the FUCK I had children!

Sometimes my kids annoy the FUCK out of me!  Don’t get me wrong, I’m so in love with them.  I’m proud of them, and I think they’re super fun.  But just once I’d like them to just root for me.  Most of the time they do, but sometimes I just want to say why don’t you like me?  I’m not the typical momma.  Hell when my daughter first starting bringing friends home form college we’d all have drinks.  And to welcome them into the fold we always, always drank a shot of good tequila together.  Of course I drank mine straight with no lime or salt, because I’m not a PUSSY!  Thank God I’ve quit drinking because I on more than one occasion I have gotten completely wasted and made an ass of myself.  Now I just make an ass of myself when I’m sober.  It’s way more fun when I can remember doing it!  But I digress….

So Meg sends me this link to the tv show True Life from Mtv called My Mom is Hot!  I thought it was funny till she told me she and her brother thought I acted like the blonde bimbo that had tits the size of basketballs.  The woman was an embarrassment to herself and her children and definitely needed some intensive therapy.  I may act a fool and embarrass my kids but I do it for my enjoyment and not for attention.  I could be in a store and standing in the humorous card section laughing like a hyena.  Or I’m singing show tunes in public in front of my kids.  Or dancing and singing while working the floor at Petco.  Or in a dark bar watching women take off their clothes at a burlesque show.  Burlesque shows are super fun by the way.  Go to one!  We’ll discuss it in another post….  Hey don’t judge me!  I’m free, sorta young and enjoying life…..

So back to the origin of the post.  I told my daughter that I was hurt by the comparison.  That I didn’t act like that and I certainly wouldn’t desecrate my body the way that woman did.  I also said that I’m 43, thin, healthy, and happy.  I asked that she and her brother find out how a woman my age should act and let me know.  I will then be sure to do the exact opposite of that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  She called me and told me to chill out.  That she was actually just saying that my tits were that HUGE, even though in reality they are so not.  She said when she and Adam were watching it, they both looked at each other and said wow that could be our mom!  So I guess if they find me funny, that’s a good thing.  If they find me embarrassing, that’s A-okay too.  But thankfully they don’t find me to be a train wreck anymore.  And that’s a VERY, VERY good thing.

Guestblog: Head In A Vice

You want great reviews, look no further, Tyson at Head in a vice is the site for you. Don’t forget to check out his Desert Island Films (especially number 28 which is my desert island list) or his De Niro projekt.

In his own words:
My name is Tyson Carter and I’m from the United Kingdom. The reason I started this blog is likely to be the same reason why most people start a blog – to share an opinion. I have been obsessed and fascinated by films ever since as a young boy I walked in on this exact movie scene playing on our TV. I’m sure I had sat through a whole host of kids films prior to this moment, but as soon as I saw Casino I felt different, almost as if my little mind started to realize that there was this new world of films out there that wasn’t aimed at children, and I began my quest to see as many of them as I could.

Many years later I decided to try and share my feelings and thoughts on the films I had seen in an effort to vent my opinion, and hopefully meet some like-minded people along the way. I set up my own site in July 2012, and I try to offer reviews on some of the more obscure horror and violent films in the attempt of unearthing some hidden gems for people.

I deliberated over my blog name for ages trying to think of something cool, catchy and different, yet in the end I decided I may as well go for the one thing that started my love affair for films, and that’s how ‘Head In A Vice‘ was born.

I present: Head In A Vice


love-movie-posterLove (2011)
After losing contact with Earth, astronaut Lee Miller becomes stranded in orbit alone aboard the International Space Station. As time passes and life support systems dwindle, Lee battles to maintain his sanity – and simply stay alive. His world is a claustrophobic and lonely existence, until he makes a strange discovery aboard the ship. Love is a 2011 science fiction film produced and scored by the rock band Angels & Airwaves. The film is the directorial debut of filmmaker William Eubank and stars Gunner Wright as the astronaut Lee Miller. It took over 4 years to complete and the actual space station was built in the directors parents back yard to cut down on costs. Please don’t let the low-budget approach put you off, Love is visually incredible to look at as I hope some of the pictures throughout this review show.
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220px-chapter_27movieChapter 27 (2007)
A haunting look at the mental collapse of Mark David Chapman in the days leading up to the murder of legendary musician John Lennon. Jared Leto stars as the man whose awe of Lennon and unrelenting drive to achieve infamy pushed him to pull the trigger on the former Beatle.

On December 8, 1980, Mark David Chapman shocked the world by murdering 40-year old musician and activist, John Lennon, outside The Dakota, his New York apartment building. Since I am a little too young to have witnessed The Beatles in their prime and the aftermath, I had to do a little research before and after I watched Chapter 27. I actually saw it years ago but really felt I was missing a lot of the references to the 1951 novel Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger which is mentioned throughout the film and actually what the title refers to. I was determined to watch it again at some point and have finally got round to it. I finished Catcher in the Rye a few months ago and having now seen the film again it does make a lot more sense.

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Reservoir Dogs (1992)
What can I say about Reservoir Dogs that hasn’t already been said a million times, by people much more respectable than me? Not a lot, but I’ll throw some stuff out here anyway. For those that don’t know, the plot goes a little something like this: a diamond heist goes bad and the thieves are left to pick up the pieces back at their warehouse headquarters, all the while suspecting that a traitor in their midst sabotaged the operation.

Tarantino’s style can be seen immediately in the opening scene, and it showcases what most people associate Tarantino with; dialogue. The conversations his characters have in all his movies, I mean, you can tell a Tarantino film just by tuning in to a conversation. The smallest, most subtle things take on so much meaning, and for me no one writes like this man. I didn’t see the film on its release (as I was 10 years old) but I can imagine people watching it, wondering who the hell this Quentin Tarantino guy was, writing, directing and acting in his debut movie. Then the opening scene kicks in and we are listening to some guys talking about random things like tipping and the subtext of Madonna’s Like a Virgin song. It just holds and demands your attention, then the guys leave, the suave crew walking out of the diner in slow motion, set to the George Baker Selection’s super cool Little Green Bag. Wow. You’re just hooked, and here we are over 20 years later, the effect has not diminished at all.

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Casino (1995)
I thought I should write about the first movie I ever saw that really grabbed hold of me and demanded my attention. Sure, I had seen plenty of kids movies before this, but the day I accidentally walked in on Casino changed the way I viewed films and gave me an appreciation for something that I can’t imagine ever losing. For anyone who hasn’t read my About Me page, the name for my blog came from the scene in which Joe Pesci’s character ‘Nicky’ decides the best way to get information from someone is to put their head in a vice. I walked in one this exact scene and here I am many years later writing a blog named after it. As for the actual film, Casino is a 1995 crime drama film directed by Martin Scorsese. It is based on the non-fiction book of the same name by Nicholas Pileggi, who also co-wrote the screenplay for the film with Scorsese. The two previously collaborated on the 1990 film Goodfellas. Casino is about a gambling prodigy called Sam (Ace) Rothstein, played to perfection by De Niro, who supervised a thriving hotel casino in its glory days. He is more of a number-cruncher than the swaggering mobster he portrayed in Goodfellas. So Ace depended on the protection of his vicious best friend, Nicky Santoro, superbly portrayed by Joe Pesci.

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– One week of randomised madness from other peoples world.

Guestblog: Emily Strange

avatar_a42b8a51d558_128Ok, this is a guestblog from the Tumblr world, no words so don’t know who this girl is but she keeps on finding these amazing dark, sexy goth pictures that just thrills me to the bone (pun intended Open-mouthed smile)

So no 1st post but at least I could randomize the pictures so if you like your girls on the goth side, you will love this tumblr.

I present: Emily Strange


The maid you don’t want to cross…
Gun loving goth…
Lovely corset and girl…
and just pure sexy, lovely girl…

and couldn’t help myself, had to add some more pictures from her Tumblr world:

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Guestblog: A Dissolute Life Means…

A very personal blog about Hyacinth and her life after the divorce and her nowadays sexlife in all it’s details, a truly revealing blog and quite often very sexy and hot. Who doesn’t love to read about peoples real life sex life, well I do at least… Brings out the little peeping tom in me Smile with tongue out It’s a great blog and such a lovely, friendly (well at least online Winking smile)  girl, you will enjoy this blog.

I present A Dissolute Life Means…

In their own words:

I am Hyacinth Jones. Multi-layered, multi-moraled, multi-educated; a mother; a feminist who wants to be dominated, a hard-ass who wants to be coddled; a lover of man-on-man lovin’; a lover of lovin’.

In September of ’10, I separated from my ex-husband and began fucking my way through grief and sorrow finding solace in a cock between my thighs. No joke.

I never thought much about it beyond the fact that I had a need and I wanted to fill it. While fucking liberally and with zest my heart continued to ice over. I ate men for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. —> to be continued on her About me page


So here comes my lucky number 5 randomized posts from her blog (except for the 1st one which is always going to be the 1st blog post they’ve made).

1st post:


That’s right. You read that correctly. I. pooped. on. a. dude.

A tragic sentence that played on a constant loop in my head for about 48 hours after the fact.

Here’s the thing. It was an accident – a total fucking accident. I didn’t mean to shit on a dude. A warm, muscle-y, big-cocked fellow whose bodily treats really brought the shat upon himself. I swear. The poop, it came out of my butt, and went on another living human being quite completely by accident. OHMYFUCKINGGOD. I can’t believe this happened to me!

But if he hadn’t bucked so hard inside of me; if he hadn’t had such a deliciously big cock that knocked my g-spot right off the map; if I hadn’t stayed on top so long; and if I hadn’t moved to the goddamned chair this never would have happened.

So here’s the deal — the God’s honest truth — SHIT REALLY DOES HAPPEN. And here’s how it all went down:

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In a way, I’ve struck out twice.

When I was with Jason last Saturday I told him how one of my fantasies was to spend an entire day with a lover, with him, wherein we would fuck and play all day long. He looked at me as he buckled his pants and said, “I don’t know what you think I can do, but I’m only human.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. I think I may have stammered, but I bet it came out much more smoothly than that. “Well, I just mean we fuck, rest, play, cuddle, eat, take lots of breaks, but the point of the whole day is to be naked and hedonistic.”

I couldn’t believe I was quantifying it. He sort of shrugged.

Then, I said the same exact thing to The Neighbor and his reaction was similar.


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Tonight I went on a date with a 25-year-old. Twenty.five.  ELEVEN years my junior.  I feel like a cradle-robber, an old fart, and a bad ass all at once.

I have NO idea what’s up with this slew of young men who want to bang me, talk to me and otherwise partake in my company, but I’m down.  There’s something innocent and charming about these boys who think they can hang with me.  I like their efforts.

And I don’t mean that in a condescending way, but come on.  A single, childless man in his mid- to late-twenties who’s never had a serious commitment, career, or care in the world is not and cannot be my peer.  I have lived several lives in the years that create our age separation.  Maybe even a thousand lives.  He can be sweet, sensitive, intelligent, fun, sexy, and passionate, but he cannot relate to life as a 36 year-old single mother with a graduate degree and a career.

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He’s tall, smart, charming and sexy. I’m following him home then we’re going to my friend’s birthday party.

There will be spelunking later.

Also, TN came over earlier. It was beautiful.

I am happy and in control and my breasts look delish. Perfect.

I plan on a good, hard fuck tonight wish me luck.

[Update: No sex. Not up to snuff. Proud of myself.]


xbacklitIn about an hour I’ll be in a crowded lobby with my tits covertly pressed against The Neighbor’s arm whenever I can manage it.  He’ll look at me knowingly and lean into the softness.

Then, once in the darkened theater, he’ll spread his knees and I’ll have hot meat in my hand and a beer in the other.

I can’t fucking wait.

Guestblog: I want Icewater

His site I want Ice water is filled with all things weird and wonderful insights both into his own life and the world in general. But he has such a fantastic humour which lifts his blog to newer and higher realms. I’m never disappointed travelling to his world.

I present I want ice water!

In their own words:

makMy friends call me Mak. I’m a disabled Electronics Engineering Technician, Technical Writer, and Air Force veteran. In case my photo doesn’t make it clear, I come from a mixed heritage that includes Black, White and Native American. And trust me, my heritage – not to mention my appearance, has most definitely had an impact on my life.

I absolutely DO NOT claim to be an expert at or on anything. While I have spent my entire life watching, listening and reading in an effort to understand myself, other people, and the world we live in, I hope I’ll never be warped enough to claim that I have all the answers. And I have faith that no one else will make such a mistake either. It’s like that old joke about the ex-spurt: “Sonny, back when I was just a spurt like you…” I pray that I never come across as such an old fool. Read more

btw, realised after I published this one that of course it mentions his photo on the blog, not the one that I put in there of his avatar (he doesn’t look like that at all… Smile with tongue out)


Women Who Kick Ass!

kahlan-amnell-bridget-reganI don’t know if it’s some kind of unconscious seeking of a mythological super-mom, or just a strong desire to see women finally stand and fight back against all the abuse that’s been dumped on them through the ages, but I have this absolute fascination with depictions of strong women – especially when they’re kicking some serious ass!

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Some Truly FINE Works Of Art

In my ongoing quest to bring a little class to this joint… Err… May I present to you the following truly “fine” works of art… Ah… To pay a final tribute to the Halloween season… Oh to hell with it, I confess! I just love pictures of hot women!


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Black On The Right Side

800px-bele_and_lokaiI was made painfully aware of how dangerous racism can be when I was just a boy. I was also made aware of how silly, sick, and pointless it is by the efforts of people like these.

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The Almost NSFW Saturday


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His Space posts:


A great NASA slideshow set to Alpha by Vangelis!

You Want Crazy? I Got Your Crazy!

As I said in my last post, my original plan for today was to purge the inner darkness feeding off the lunacy of our situation in the Middle East. So, are you wondering what I had in mind? Well, to be honest, I never did come up with words to sufficiently describe the emotional cacophony echoing in my mind, but here are the videos and graphics I gathered, along with a “musical” final thought.

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The Thread To… OMG!!!!!


I have a knack for following the smallest thread until I find my way to the chewy, gooey, “psycho-nougat” at the end of the lunatic trail!

And such was the case this morning, when I “innocently” followed this link from my Inbox:

Erotica from 1907 « diary of a cheating whore

Which just happened to contain this link:

5 Ridiculous Sex Myths From History (You Probably Believe) |

Which just happened to contain this link:

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And What About Peter?

This article is inspired by Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged and my belief that there’s a certain poetic justice to our current state of affairs. It’s my first attempt at poetry. Please be kind.

And What About Peter?

In a world where it’s commonplace to rob Peter to pay Paul.
Does anybody ever wonder what Peter thinks of it all?

Does he accept that it’s okay to bear the burden of our need?
Or would he rather we not be the reason why he bleeds?

Do you ever think of what it’d be like for you to stand in his place?
To toil and slave for others with no hope for saving grace?

Do you wonder how it feels to be the sacrificial lamb?
Or do you just take all you can get and never give a damn?

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Guestblog: Social Overdose

I need and long for beautiful pictures, without it my day is not complete. Whether it’s girls, maids, sexy smokers or just drop dead gorgeous artwork and nature pictures. If it’s good photo shoot, I will love it and Tookyjay has not let me down once (well actually, my random blog search found one post which really should be better off forgotten,  (you can guess from the ones below which one I mean). Disappointed smile

I present Social Overdose!

In their own words:

My name is Jason and I am an everyday guy; I work full-time, commute an hour to work, have an amazing life and two great kids as well as a dog a cat and a puppy. In the mix of all this I love things…I am hooked on anything social, I love the FB, The tweets, The Pinterest and The WordPress! I have a fascination with things off beat, Things Dark, Things different, Things cutting edge and all things that make my heart race, evoke feeling and emotions. I love things new fast and hot! That is what this blog is about the things I find in my adventures between my already full and amazing life. I hope you will check back often and with no expectations because you never know what you may find… Welcome to Social Overdose!


So here comes my lucky number 5 randomized posts from his blog (except for the 1st one which is always going to be the 1st blog post they’ve made).

1st post:

Darn, his first post was actually the above one in his own words so did a random search.

hot-dogHot Dog Queen




This is just a spectacular pic of the moon!!


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Morning Wake-up: Pink-licious


Ummmmm Dude…

Sometimes doing the random blogpost just backfires, from all the amazing and gorgeous things this one pops up. Dang.. Disappointed smile


Geeking Out: Poison Ivy

Such a gorgeous cosplay of the lovely Posion Ivy.


Guestblog: Cool Berman

If you want sexy girl wallpaper, japanese artwork, cool graphics and just awe inspiring videos you just have to enter the world of Cool Berman. He has an eerie way of finding some really amazing video short stories. Wish I knew how he does it but if you haven’t checked out his blog yet, don’t linger any longer here but bugger off towards the Realm that is Cool Berman.

I present Cool Berman!


So here comes my lucky number 5 randomized posts from his blog (except for the 1st one which is always going to be the 1st blog post they’ve made).

His 1st post:

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My note: What a way to start up the blog…

Flat Frog

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Liopleurodon’s parade

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Victoria Moore

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Today’s delight…


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Guestblog: Mew Tube

So finally a UK blogger in the midst of my inbox of happiness, Kyle at Mew Tube is one cool dude with one wild imagination and great way of writing. Erotica, humour, poetry and everyday nonsense in one splendid way. The man is also a Portsmouth football fan but I’ll let that go for now, we can’t all be perfect Hot smile so without further ado:

I present Mew Tube!

In their own words:

  • i am a writer and a designer and a developer and a layabout bust
          • i have been a cartoonist and a soldier and a web designer
          • i have been a teacher, an addict and a street fundraiser
          • i live in london but spend most of my time in wordpress
          • i like to do voluntary work and single mothers
          • i have had radio plays broadcast and a book on programming published
          • i like to type in lower case because it is easier to masturbate when you don’t have to use the ‘shift’ key
          • i have no idea what this blog is about



So here comes my lucky number 5 randomized posts from his blog (except for the 1st one which is always going to be the 1st blog post they’ve made).

His 1st post:

gadiators-posterEntrance of the Gladiators

Entrance of the Gladiators was the first radio play I wrote. It was broadcast on Resonance FM on 15 Feb 08. It is a dark comic horror story of bungled suicide and was performed live by Sarah Pemeberton, Jasmina Rahman, Jason Hain and Peter Savizon.

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What’s up?
No, go on?
I’m alright.
No you ain’t.

What’s up?
I dunno.
I fell in love.
Yeah we did.

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This is what i love about the internet

Just had to blog about this wonderful site a friend shared with me today. This sweet and simple little idea really cheered me up at a time when I really needed it.


I think most people probably know it and, as usual, I am probably the last human on the planet to have discovered it. Sure, it is puerile and pointless and does nothing. Maybe it even makes light of some peoples’ real problems but I kept on clicking on it and I swear it made me feel better.

However, another friend pointed out that the idea is messing with the observer paradox, which when you think about it, it kinda does.

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I want to be a woman

Just for a day,
Or maybe a weekend,
I want to be woman.

man-enough-duI want to know
What it feels like to have breasts.
I want to lift up my t-shirt
And flash them at a stranger
Just to enjoy the look on his face.

I wanna know what it feels like
To have a clit,
to play with it.

What does it feels like
For a woman to orgasm?
Is it the same?
Is It better?

I want to know
What it feels like to get fucked,
To spread my legs
And wrap them round you,
Pulling you into me,
Throbbing, Happy,
Feeling you empty your soul
And your nuts
Inside me.

I wanna stand up to the bullies,
Meet some guy that treats me like an object
And kick him so hard in the nuts
That he’ll never walk the same again.

Just for a day,
Or maybe a week,
I want to be woman.

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Bare your sexual soul day

Gillian Colbert of Black Door Press has declared February 28th “Bare your sexual soul day”. So I thought I’d have a go. Before I start I want to recommend this post by, which is part of that. Its red hot stuff.

crimson_magnificentI thought about writing about one of those sexual fantasies that I’m kinda ashamed of, like having the woman I love make me watch her get fucked by another, better  endowed, man and then have her watch me get fucked by him, but then I thought “No. I can write up a dirty fantasy any day of the week. I can go deeper than that.” So, what better way to bare my sexual soul than to tell you all what a slut I am and then to tell you to all fuck off!

I have had to do a lot of thinking recently – its been horrid – I’ve hurt people over the last few months – but I’ll come back to that.

You meet a lot of people on the internet – I seem to meet a lot of women – I like to think that its because women like me and my words but it may be just that I like them. I don’t know.

I looked through my Farcebook mates just now and over 70% of them are women. I thought about the people I know in meat-space, and wondered if it was the same. At first I thought ‘No. Most of my mates are men.’ I love my male friends, we seem to understand each other, the importance of video games and football, and we get to say stuff you can never say in front of women and it is fun and dear. Then I thought about who I talk to about the really important things in life and realised it was my girl friends. So, I still don’t know.

I am a slut.

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Guestblog: The Milf Diary

Ok this girl has just started her blog this month, may 2012 but she has taken my inbox with storm, so many stories coming from the truly filthy mind of  Milfee (and I love it!). Sexy, erotic, and outrageous sex stories and fantasies that will make you gasp and in need of plenty of cold showers.  Plus she is a bloody stunner as well and not afraid to show it…

I present The Milf Diary

In her own words:

I am a full time caregiver to adults with disabilities and a full time MILF. This is my story as a mother to a 2 year old boy, a lover, a sex addict and a MILF. So come share your adventures with me, and I will share mine as well. Enjoy!



So here comes my lucky number 5 randomized posts from her blog (except for the 1st one which is always going to be the 1st blog post they’ve made).

Her 1st post:

For Starters….

san-jose-20120127-00546This is the first post I have written on here so I do not know exactly where to begin. A little bit about myself, I am not your everyday blond bombshell. I am much more than that. I am proud to say that yes, I am a MILF. I struggle with it everyday whether it be random men picking up on me at the gas station or guy friends wanting to be something more. Men have an issue with the fact that I am taken, I am sexy, and I am confident. I have a bit of an obsession with getting ink work done on my body, it tells my story without even having to talk to anyone and the fewer words I have to say to people, usually the better. I have a horrid way with getting my words out, usually that leads to trouble in a good way or sometimes in a bad way. I usually keep quiet around men, they think I am being mysterious, in reality it is because they probably would want to duck tape my mouth shut, bend me over the table and have their way with me. I do have an awful laugh so I assume that also portrays into the ducktape fantasy or gag ball fantasy. Either way, I cannot complain I suppose.

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I want to be…

I want to be held.

I want to be teased.

I want to be tormented.

I want to be kissed.

I want to be fondled.

I want to be groped.

I want to be pinned.

I want to be licked.

I want to be nibbled.

I want to be choking on cock.

I want to be pleasing you.

I want to be fucked.

Over and over.

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Hotel Room service Anyone?

I miss going on trips to hotels with my man. Going out of town just to get a hotel for a few nights, have a few too many shots of Whipped Smirnoff Vodka to the point I lose all inhibitions and let him have his way with me, any place in that room, any place on me. Playing with plugs in my ass as my pussy is being penetrated. Being tied up by my his shirt and using my g-string as a gag. I miss those kinds of days.


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I miss you…

…You come up behind me, lay on top of me and trace your fingers on my neck, drawing them up to my ear, tickling me lightly. I love the attention you are giving me. You drag your fingers down my spine and stop at my tail bone. You laugh a little bit more. I can tell you love teasing me. I do not blame you either because I am enjoying this quite a bit myself.


You trace my neck to spine with the tip of your tongue, kissing me every so often as you work your way back down. I can tell you have missed me quite a lot and you are making up for lost time. I feel you strip me down, removing my bra and thong. As you press up against me, I can tell you are undressed as well. I feel your hard, throbbing cock behind me, pressing against my tight ass. I ask you what I feel against it, and you deny it being there so I let you off the hook even though I know better.

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Audrey Hepburn

“There is more to sex appeal than just measurements. I don’t need a bedroom to prove my womanliness. I can convey just as much sex appeal, picking apples off a tree or standing in the rain.”
– Audrey Hepburn



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Guestblog: Gillian Colbert

There is so many superb blogs around on WordPress and the net so in hope that people want to find new ones, I thought I might do a post now and then about my favourites out there…

The first one up is Gillian Colbert and her blog Black Door Press

One amazing blogger who has a superb mix of erotic novels, poetry and sexy pictures. But she is also not afraid to talk about herself. So if you feel like you want to enjoy some clever writing I can promise you a brilliant time on her blog.

In her own words:

Gillian Colbert

25868b428f97c78d4a374a7e07108e42Gillian Colbert discovered writing later in life, but is now addicted to words, syllables and phrases. She loves books and stories of all shapes, sizes and genres, but most of all Gillian loves to write about people overcoming their insecurities and finding their mate. After all, risk and passion are what make life worth living.
In her spare time, Gillian is a mother and dog owner. Her two Pitbulls have proven to be a love story in and of themselves. Every day, their affection and bond grows and deepens. In truth, their deep canine affection with its angst, joy, play and encouragement is inspiration for Gillian. Everyone should love so purely.

“The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.” – Gustave Flaubert


So here comes my lucky number 5 randomized posts from her blog (except for the 1st one which is always going to be the 1st blog post they’ve made).

Her 1st post:

The Art of Writing Smut

“… For me, when I’m writing the sex scenes, I know I’ve got it right when I also respond to what I’m writing. If the scene I just wrote left me flat, I delete it and start again. Sex is not purely physical. A huge part of it is mental and emotional. I don’t care how physically stimulating sex is, if I can’t get my mind off the chores or the grocery list, nothing is going to happen.

As an author, I believe it is my job to capture the reader’s imagination. To make them a voyeur into the lives of the characters I’m writing about. I can only do that if I engage their senses along with their imagination. By its very nature, that means that my own are engaged as well. Some of my favorite scenes left me breathless and edgy.

I guess, in all, what I’m trying to say is if you aren’t emotionally and sensually engaged in the telling of the story, how can your audience be engaged in the reading? All writing should be self-seductive into what ever state of mind is called for.”

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My Bitch Card Has Been Revoked

For the vast majority of my life, I’ve been able to turn on my “Bitch” at a moment’s notice. She was always in my back pocket ready to shield me from the assholes and dickheads of the world waiting to step on my Magic Shell® coated heart. I relied on her to stand between me and the hurt feelings I was so determined to avoid.

I looked for her tonight. I couldn’t find her.

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Gillian’s Sexual Bucket List
…  My one and only item on my bucket list is to find a man whom I trust and respect enough to offer him my mind, body and heart with no reservation. Who cares enough for me that he will take my gift and reshape it in such a fashion that I am only improved for it. Whose domination of me is the symbiosis of my submission and therefore we are nothing but synergistic together. My sexual submission to this man will determine every experience thereafter.

I will be his to shape, his to master, his to play. The song I sing with my pleasured sighs and pained orgasmic cries will be his to conduct. I will be the instrument of his pleasure and he will tune me as he sees fit. The resulting melody we make is all the satisfaction I’ll need.

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The Fallacy of a Woman’s Sexual Prime


At thirty-eight years old, I am supposedly entering my sexual prime. Now, I admit that I’ve become possessed by the hormones of an adolescent teenager and have sex on the brain a ridiculous amount of the time. However, I also notice a proportional rise in my desire to have another baby before I run out of time and then it hit me. The “sexual prime” for a woman is really just sneaky biology trying to get that last ditch effort in to use your eggs before they expire for good.

What better way to get you to fulfill your biological imperative to contribute to the survival of the human race through procreation than by creating in you a simultaneous urge to fuck your everlovin brains out. More bang for the buck so to speak. Or should it be more bang in the fuck??? I know that kind of sucked, but I’m in a “seriously bad pun” mood. *heehee*

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Mind Trip Visions

My gaze falls on the page
I want desperately
to write something sage,
poignant or profound

Words bounce ’round
my brain. Struggling
in vain for release

There’ll be no peace
in me until all can see
this poem picture
of mind trip visions

That lays siege
to this mental stricture
imposed by my insecurity

By my desperation
to achieve poetic purity

That perfect translation
of image, scent and touch

I don’t think I’m asking too much

A blank canvas layered in ink,
syllables and words

A symbiosis of thought
and expression

My nerves stretch tight
I sink towards depression

I’ve tried with all my might
but now must concede
else watch my picture recede
from my perception

I guess I’ll have to be satisfied
with perfect imperfection.

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