Meet the Jarics

Το ξέρω χάθηκα… Δουλειές, τρέξιμο και πάλι δουλειές. Μέχρι να επιστρέψω δυναμικά τσάκω κάτι χοτ να ξεχαρμανιάσεις. Δε λέω τπτ άλλο. Ότι χρειάζεται να ξέρεις είναι πάνω στη φωτο. ΧΧΧ

Υ.Γ. Είναι οι αγαπημένοι μου. Τέλος.

Famous Nude Photographers in Porn Art of Sexy Amateur Artists Girl Sex

I’m Nigel Tomm and this is my new photo installation (Most Famous Photography by Most Popular, Interesting & Influential Portraits of Sexy Amateur Nude as People or Famous Photographers in One Person Series). Title:

Famous Nude Photographers in Porn Art of Sexy Amateur Artists Girl Sex (2009)

 

 

 

Nigel Tomm — The Most Famous Photographer in the World.

Spannende spelletjes!

Vooral bij de mensen die al jaren in een relatie zitten is dit misschien een tip,om aan je seksleven een draai te geven en het allemaal weer spannend te maken,zoals dat meestal is in het begin van de relatie.En je hoeft er helemaal niet voor het huis uit of naar een club,nee hoor,met z’n twee een beetje je fantasie gebruiken,naar elkaar luisteren wat je partner wel of niet fijn vindt en elkaar respecteren,als je zo ver al bent dan kun je beginnen te lezen aan de tips van Ze.nl,veel plezier!

Street Fighter 4 Killer Bee Cammy Mod

Created by Acethylen, this Street Fighter 4 mod features Cammy in her beloved Killer Bee from the Alpha and Capcom VS series.  I have to say I’ve seen a lot of mods and skins for Street Fighter 4 (PC) but I incredibly surprised at the level of detail in Acethylen’s work. Cammy looks like she is right out of the box rather than fan made.  The only problem I have with the skin is her boots look phoned in compared to the rest but still an amazing job.

Street Fighter 4 Killer Bee Cammy Mod

Download Street Fighter Alpha 3 Cammy Mod

Before you ask, yes there is a nude Cammy Mod. NSFW:

Street Fighter 4 Cammy Nude Mod

Being the sexual fantasy of many pre-teen boys (me included), of course someone was going to mod a nude version of her! While I’m not particularly into this sort of thing (naked video game characters and hentai confuse me), I will say whoever did the skinning on her flesh did a pretty good job.

Freaky Girl - Uncensored Version - Banned Music Video

Freaky Girl – Uncensored Version – Banned Music Video

Download:

http://ugotfile.com/file/450582/Shaggy_Freaky Girl_Uncensored_Version.mpg

Feel the heat!!!

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Famous Photographers With Sexy Male Escorts by London Female Sex es

I’m Nigel Tomm and this is my new photo art installation (Most Famous Photography by Most Popular, Interesting & Influential Portraits of Sexy Amateur Nude as People or Famous Photographers in One Person Series). Title:

Famous Photographers With Sexy Male Escorts by London Female Sex es (2009)

 

 

Nigel Tomm — The Most Interesting Photographer in the World.

Bahar Koçan – moda feminina – Primeiro Istambul Fashion Days!!!

A atriz global Daniela Escobar casou-se este mês na Turquia, no Hotel Çiragan Palace, vestindo uma belíssima criação dessa consagrada estilista de moda turca: Bahar Koçan!

Desfile: Bem à vontade, as modelos entraram na passarela caminhando vagarosamente descalças e  com sapatilhas cor da pele, mostrando um ar romântico e de paz.

Uma infinidade de mini-vestidos e vestidos leves e soltos, drapeados e fluidos, nas cores neutras e claras como o branco, “nude”, salmão claro e beige, conquistaram a platéia!

Na entrada final, todas as modelos vestiam mini-vestidos branquinhos com detalhes de desenhos dourados de asas de anjo ! Liiiiiindo!!!!!

www.baharkorcan.org

por Gabriela Centurion

Imágenes Pornográficas de intendentes del Conurbano Bonaerense condenarían a blogero que habría denunciado una trama lujuriosa de intromisiones y anaorgasmia desde La Plata en la politica doméstica.

Intendentes del Conurbano: Guzman, Cariglino, Luis Acuña Y Joaquín de la Torre, posando después de la reunión de Escobar el pasado viernes.

“Los intendentes Jesús Cariglino, Luis Acuña, Joaquín De la Torre y Sandro Guzmán se reunieron el viernes pasado en Escobar para analizar algunos temas de actualidad y particulares de la relación con la Provincia de Buenos Aires.
Los referentes de Malvinas Argentinas, Hurlingham, San Miguel y Escobar han conformado, desde hace un tiempo importante, un grupo homogéneo que periódicamente se juntan para discutir sobre los aspectos de actualidad y analizan cuales serán los pasos a seguir de sus referentes nacionales y provinciales, Néstor Kirchner y Daniel Scioli, respectivamente…”

Es embolante. Pero si quiere leer mas sobre como se garchan entre ellos, acá

Jesus Cariglinom, Joaquín Torre, Sandro Guzman, Luis Acuña, Política, Conurbano, Intendentes, Pornografía, bucanero escobar desnudos, sado, masoquismo, San Miguel, Hurlingham, Malvinas Argentinas, Escobar

The soft touch of Barbara Neill-Bottle

Barbara Neill-Bottle began taking photographs, like her inspiration Victorian photographer Julia Margaret Cameron, when she was 48 years old. “I wanted to try photography for myself, as a way of illustrating my poems and short stories.”

Barbara’s images are more than just an illustration of her words. The stunning ‘Lifecast’ shows life caster, CJ Munn, lying, half asleep in stretched out pleasure, surrounded by the casts of the naked forms that she makes for her clients. Sprinkled in plaster dust Barbara has made the artist become the art. With a tenderness and eroticism a cast arm holds the naked form and delves between CJ’s legs as if the art is seeking a way back into the womb of its’ own creation. Barbara tells me “I had to work quickly, so I was running up and down a ladder like a mad thing, re-arranging the casts to provide a sense of balance etc.  It was great fun to do, though, and I have always been pleased with the results.” ‘Lifecast’ was featured in the Art Undressed exhibition in 2008.

 Often inspired by music the poem ‘Instinct’ was inspired by another cast, painted to imitate a Fender Jazz bass guitar, that CJ made of Barbara’s torso, “I find music very sensual and evocative and have also contemplated comparisons made between musical instruments and naked bodies.” Whether her words follow the art or the art follows the words matters not, Barbara’s tender treatment of the naked form is touching, the vintage feel of ‘Fallen Angel (female)’ or the delectable male bottom of ‘Rearview’ the images make you want to reach out and smooth the skin in front of you which is unsurprising perhaps when you discover that Barbara is also a qualified holistic massage therapist.

Currently working on a totally new project artistically Barbara tells me “If all goes according to plan, I’ll be providing some stories and poems to be read at The Night of the Senses 2010 in a rather unusual way!” The event, once known as the Sex Maniacs Ball, raises funds for the charity, Outsiders, who provide support to the isolated disabled in finding friendship and partnership.

 Working within the Erotic art community has also brought Barbara into contact with www.eroticsignature.com  a website that promotes the best of erotic art and also brings together those with similar inspirations. ES publishes a yearly volume entitled ‘The Worlds’ Greatest Erotic Art of Today’. “I’ve found the Erotic Signature community to be a great place to show my pictures and some of my writing to get useful feedback. It’s a very supportive community in which we also offer each other inspiration and friendship.”

 If you would like to explore some more of Barbara’s work you can do so here www.barbaraneill-bottle.com.

 CJ Munn’s work can be seen and ordered here www.rockabelly.co.uk

Information about the London based the ‘Night of the Senses’ ball can be found here www.nightofthesenses.com and the charity Outsiders here www.outsiders.org.uk

Cole says no to nudity, plastic surgery

”Girls Aloud” singer Cheryl Cole has vowed to never bare her flesh for the camera as she does not find nudity tasteful.

“There’’s nothing tasteful about some fruit covering your bits! Sometimes a beautiful dress is much more sexy than underwear,” she says.

“There’’s nothing tasteful about some fruit covering your bits! Sometimes a beautiful dress is much more sexy than underwear. Have some class,” the singer says.

The ”X Factor” judge, who recently topped FHM’’s annual list of 100 Sexiest Women in the World in 2009, has no plans to go under the knife to enhance her beauty, Ace Showbiz reported.

“I”ve got nothing against it…I wouldn”t deny it if I had plastic surgery. I wouldn”t just come out with bog boobs and say, ”No, I haven”t had an operation!” I think imperfections are sexy anyway, I honestly do. If everyone looked perfect with a perfect face and perfect boobs, it wouldn”t be sexy as it’’s not real life.”

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Lightning Strikes Twice

Six weeks after learning of the death of Michelle for the very first time in the obituary and entertainment section of the local newspaper. Whose well attended funeral her public relations staff hadn’t notified me of since our sexual relationship had been a well kept secret. At least from Michelle’ family, her public relations staff and the ever raging out of control media whose voracious minions gobbled up every juicy tidbit and rumor they came across like piranhas turned loose in a goldfish pond. But not, as I was soon to learn, from one of her more recent collaborators on a film that now wouldn’t  make its way into the can without some major revisions.

Once again I was sitting in the popular and crowded café typing a short story into my ever present laptop while nursing a steaming hot cup of java. Which I absentmindedly sipped from time to time as I ignored both the people and their conversations flowing around me like flotsam on a meandering stream. When a curly haired strawberry blonde goddess whose curvaceous figure was encased in a modest pullover dress. Quite suddenly appeared, as if arriving from another dimension in the space time continuum after a single twitch of her nose, without any warning whatsoever sitting in the chair across the table from me.

“I hope you don’t mind if I sit here for a spell.” she said as my fingertips tapped the keys on my laptops keyboard at a furious pace.

Startled I looked up for a moment dazed and unable to break away from my story and focus on the gorgeous strawberry blonde who sat across the table grinning at me. Granting her permission to sit in the chair across from me that had been empty just a moment before with a slight nod of my head after which I returned to my story. Nor did I look up again until I’d finished writing the last line of my short story which me took nearly an hour to write. Only to discover that the cute curly haired strawberry blonde was still sitting across from me waiting patiently for me to finish writing.

This time I recognized the curly haired goddess, as my eyes swam back into focus, as one of my all time favorite actresses who I’d just about give anything to meet. But never expected to do so since at the time I was an unknown writer who was about to publish his first book of poetry. Once again the curly strawberry blonde haired goddess grinned at me as we sat there gazing into each others eyes for a long moment as I slowly regained my senses.

“Michelle told me so much about you that I just had to come see for myself now that she is gone while I’m in town on business for a few days.” the curly haired goddess said to break the impenetrable wall of icy silence that seemed to lay between us.

“I’m glad that you did.” I replied as I slowly came down from the high I always get whenever I’m writing and seeming ever so slowly regained my normal poise and demeanor.

Thus began another chapter of one of the greatest sexual adventures of my life as I soon learned. That not only had the curly haired strawberry blonde goddess taken some time out of her busy, hectic and frantic schedule in order to spend some time with me. But after reading a series of four poems that I had written entitled: “The Four Seasons of Love” that were about to be published for the first time in my book. A copy of which I’d given to Michelle and who’d in turn loaned it to her fellow actress and collaborator. The curly haired and strawberry blonde goddess had also sought me out because she and her partner, of the production company they owned, was interested in making a movie based on those four poems.

Of course I was excited and eagerly gave the curly haired goddess who sat grinning at me from across the table. The business card of my literary agent who’d stanchly warned not to make any deals on my own. Lest I unwittingly cheat myself out of the monetary rewards that my writing would otherwise have garnered for our bank accounts. Nodding her head in understanding as to how things were done in tinsel town the strawberry blonde and curly haired goddess took the card that I proffered to her and made it disappear. After which our conversation quite naturally turned to more personal matters since the business at hand had been dwelt with and set aside.

For the next couple of hours all the strawberry blonde and curly haired goddess and I did was too reminisce about our mutual friend, the dearly departed Michelle. Whose bond of friendship was all that we had in common yet had managed to bring us together at the very same spot where Michelle had introduced herself to me. So that by the time I was ready to leave the café in order to head back up the mountain to the privacy of my hidden retreat. I felt comfortable enough to invite the strawberry blonde and curly haired goddess to accompany me to my secret hideaway. Holding out the state of the art holographic suite that I’d recently had installed like a carrot dangling in front of her nose.

Ever since the invention and mass distribution of the replicator which could now be found in each and every home throughout the Federation of Planets. Most people had absolutely no need to carry any personal luggage when they traveled since what they needed could so easily be obtained from a replicator. Which meant that the strawberry blonde and curly haired goddess could drop everything as well as put all of the balls she was juggling on pause in order to spend a few days alone with me in the mountains. Without the need to return to her hotel room, retrieve her belongings and checkout of the over hyped  pricy digs. All she had to do was tapp the com button on her watch that everybody wore in order to both inform her staff as to the change in plans as well as to instruct them just what to do about it. Before leaving the café with me as we walked arm in arm down the street to where hardtop convertible sat in its parking space patiently awaiting my return.

So it was that as the sun went down that the strawberry blonde and curly haired goddess and I retired to the state of the art holographic suite. That I’d recently had installed in a back room of my Hobbit style house that I’d had built into the accessible spot on the grassy slope of a mountain side. With as good a view as possible out the front door just like the home of Bilbo Baggins in the Lord of the Rings trilogy that had been released in movie theaters at the beginning of the twenty-first century.

Only instead of looking out at the spectacular view just outside my front door. The strawberry blonde and curly haired goddess and I found ourselves walking hand in hand as well as barefoot along a beach as the tide ebbed to and fro. While overhead two distinct moons, which in reality actually orbited around another planet clear across the known galaxy, sailed across the star filled sky. As the sound of the ocean gently lapping against the shoreline helped us to relax as well as to shrug off the cares and worries of our individual lives. While the refreshing scent of the salty air invigorated the strawberry blonde and curly haired goddess and I with a renewed sense of well being. That seemingly often escaped us when out and about in the real world as well as allowed my former lovers fellow actress and collaborator. To completely let go, at least for the moment, of the inhibitions that our society deems fit to impose on the so called little people.

Without fear of the media hounds who derive so much joy out of pestering and destroying the reputations, careers and lives of those in the entertainment business.  The strawberry blonde and curly haired goddess at last let go of my hand and turned to face even as she took a couple of steps back away form me. Reaching down she crossed her arms as her fingers grasped the hem of the modest pullover dress that she was still wearing.

Where to my increasing delight and joy the strawberry blonde and curly haired goddess pulled off her dress. Lifting the cottony fabric upwards and pulling it off where she lifted it high into the air and let go. So that the breeze blowing from off the ocean instantly seized her dress within it’s invisible talons and made off with it. So that at last my former lover’s fellow actress and collaborator, who had chosen not to wear any underwear when she’d gotten dressed that morning, stood before me in all the glory of the womanly beauty that mother nature had bestowed upon her daughter.

In another moment my clothes took flight as well, my arms opening wide in order to receive my former lover’s fellow actress and collaborator in an embrace filled with joy, love and passion. As the strawberry blonde and curly haired goddess threw her arms about my neck as I drew her naked body up against mine. Our lips brushing against each other in a kiss that became increasingly intimate and passionate as we met each other halfway. An action on both of our parts that required me to bend down towards the strawberry blonde and curly haired goddess even as she pulled herself upwards and stood up onto the tips of her toes.

Before long my former lover’s fellow actress and collaborator and I found ourselves lying on top of the wet and packed surface of the sand. With the strawberry blonde and curly haired goddess lying on her back with all four of her limbs wrapped tightly about my neck and waist. Ignoring the water ebbing and flowing all around us and in some cases over our naked bodies as we thrashed about. Making love beneath the two moons lazily sailing overhead across the star filled sky and seemingly so close that all one had to do in order to feel their crater pocked surface was to reach out and touch it.

The sound of our sighs, moans and cries mingled together on the breeze shattering the silence framed by the increasing sound of the waves crashing against the shore. The intensity of her sexual arousal had made the strawberry blonde and curly haired goddess far more wetter that I’d expected or had even anticipated. Allowing the entire length of my rock hard and throbbing manhood to slip easily inside the warmth of the velvety glove of her love canal. The pressure of my throbbing masculinity sliding up inside the flower of her womanhood. Caused the strawberry blonde and curly haired goddess to throw back her head and her eyes rolled back up inside her head. As she gave expression to the sexual ecstasy she was experiencing when she felt herself spread open wider then she been in a long while. When the low moan escaping from between her lips suddenly became a long drawn out and piercing cry.

Again and again my rock hard and throbbing cock slid upwards into the welcoming body of my former lover’s fellow actress and collaborator.  Who writhed beneath me in sexual ecstasy as my hips continued to rise and fall like the pistons in a high powered race car engine. Nor did I stop humping up and down between the clean shaven thighs of the strawberry blonde and curly haired goddess. Or allowed myself to cum  until at last I felt the pulsing within the depths of her loins as well as heard her screams of sexual ecstasy as together we came as one. The warmth of my seed setting off a series of multiple climaxes inside the strawberry blonde and curly haired goddesses loins as it flowed upwards freely and unimpeded into my former lover’s fellow actress and collaborator’s womb.

Afterwards we lay there on the wet sand  in each others arms catching our breaths, the incoming tide flowing around our fevered bodies. Cooled us down but was quite unable to completely put out the fires of our still smoldering passions as we lay there gazing into the liquid depths of each others eyes. Until at last we jump up and raced each other into the ocean where we throughly rinsed off the grains of sand still clinging to our backsides.

“End program.” I spoke out loud as the strawberry blonde and curly haired goddess and I walked out of the water holding hands. In a flash the wind, ocean, waves and even both moons disappeared to reveal the familiar yellow lines of the empty holographic suite. A warm current of air dried our bodies and hair as we made our way towards the double doors of the entrance to the start of the art holographic chamber.

Leaving the room in which all of my dreams could come true  I led my former lover’s fellow actress and collaborator to my well appointed sleeping chamber and the king size bed that lay within. Upon which the strawberry blonde and curly haired goddess and I wrestled and banged the living daylights out of each other. As we took turns mounting on top of each other beneath the clean and fresh satin sheets, until at last both of us fell into an exhausted but sated sleep in each others arms.

The rest of the strawberry blonde and curly haired goddesses visit was just as exciting as that first night. Sadly coming to an end as all good things must do sooner or later even though it is more often than not hoped to be later than sooner. As the strawberry blonde and curly haired goddess was forced to return at last to the hectic and frantic pace of her lifestyle as both an actress and producer in the entertainment business.

My former lover’s fellow actress and collaborator left me behind to dream of the ripe curves of her well endowed body and the sweetness of her kisses. Her promise to return ringing in my ears as I watched the shuttle lift off a short distance from my hidden retreat. The Hobbit hole that I’d had constructed within the grassy slope of the accessible mountainside. Where I stood just outside my front door waving at the departing shuttle as it receded into the distance until at last it disappeared from sight altogether.

Love In The Front Seat

It was an extremely sad morning when I read in the newspaper about the death of an old friend and sometime hump buddy.  An African-American goddess whose smile, which was as warm as a mid-summer day, melted the ice surrounding my heart where females were concerned. While her buxom and curvaceous figure never failed to turn me on and make my cock as hard as a rock. Wether her curves were encased within an evening dress, a bathing suit or outright naked when she lay beneath the sheets of my bed.

I had met Michelle one morning when I was relaxing in a Star Bucks café with a cup of joe while trying to find the right words for a poem that I was writing. The Café was crowded and I was between meetings with my publisher and his minions of female editors. After which I was planning on heading back out to the quiet privacy of my log cabin located, high above the city and it’s obnoxious residents who seemed to enjoy rushing about like ants in an anthill, in cool crisp and clean air of the nearby mountains.

Ignoring the disturbing sounds of the many conversations ebbing and flowing all around where I sat. Engrossed in writing my latest poem I barely nodded my head in acknowledgment without bothering to look up.  When I vaguely heard a feminine voice ask permission to sit in the chair on the other side of the two person table where I was sitting and as it turned out the only available chair at the moment in the entire café.

A few moments later I happened to look up into the sweetest and the most expressive eyes that I had the pleasure of looking into. Since the nasty breakup of my last relationship three months earlier after which I had sworn off having anything to do with females. Enforcing my decision to leave the individual members of the feminine persuasion well enough alone by making my isolated log cabin my permanent residence. Leaving my hideaway to return to the beehive of the bustling city just long enough to meet with whichever editor my publisher had decided to assign the task of butchering my latest book on that day and time.

Utterly stunned and unable to shift my eyes away for a long moment I looked deeply into the eyes of the lovely and curvaceous goddess siting across the table. The warmth of her smile melting the frozen ball of ice my broken and shredded heart had coalesced into over the last few weeks that I’d lived alone. Then before I realized what I was doing my fingers turned the page of my notebook that I carried with me every where I went. The poem that I was having trouble writing now completely forgotten (at least for the moment). As my fingers picked up my pen and wrote out an entirely new poem in just a matter of a couple of minutes as the words inspired by the quite friendliness of the African-American goddess sitting across the table from me.

It wasn’t until I was through that at last my voice returned enough for me to ask my unexpected companion (that fate and the goddess of love had conspired to send my way) her name. Which I then wrote underneath the title as the inspiration for the poem and quickly wrote out a copy which I then gave to Michelle. Who as it turned out was a fan of my work who enjoyed reading my books and was just as surprised at finding herself sitting across the table from one of her all time favorite authors.

While being the inspiration for what would turn out to be one of my best written and popular poems was for her the icing on the proverbial cake. For quite some time Michelle and I sat there in the Star Bucks café talking until at last it was time for me to return to my publishers. But before I left the African-Goddess and I exchanged our extremely private cell phone numbers and email addresses. Promising each other that we would contact the other just as soon as possible which for me was when I returned to the sanctuary of my mountain home.

Then over the next few weeks Michelle and I became such good friends over the phone and through email. That I allowed the lovely and curvaceous African-American goddess to lure me out of my mountaintop sanctuary and down into the city. Where we always met at the same table (if it was available) at the Star Bucks café where fate and the goddess of love above brought us together. Before we set off to see the sights, a movie or just wander around the city as well continued to get to know each other. Before enjoying a romantic dinner in one of the many colorful eateries located all around the city.

But the most memorable time Michelle and I spent together occurred six months after we’d met each other at the Star Bucks café. When right out of the blue Michelle called me in order to ask me to come pick her up where she’d been shooting a commercial. In order to take me up on the standing invitation I’d extended to her (in spite of the fact that she was obvious a member of the feminine persuasion) of spending a few days with me on top of the nearby mountain. Since she had a few days before she had to return to her hectic, busy and frantic lifestyle of a struggling actress and was long over due for some R and R as well as some well deserved rest and relaxation.

It didn’t take long for me to get to where Michelle was waiting for me along the side of the road. Where she’d been shooting the commercial with an overnight bag sitting on the ground beside her feet. Having hopped in my hardtop convertible with the top safely stored away Michelle, who was in a hurry to put some distance between her and the world of show business in which she both lived and thrived,  tossed her overnight bag over onto the backseat. Opened the passenger side door, even before I’d come to a complete stop, climbed in and shut the door behind her. Fastening her seatbelt around her as we sped off in a cloud of dust heading back in the same direction. I’d came in, after turning the car around, before anybody had enough time catch Michelle or stop us before we left on our great adventure.

Michelle was wearing a brown and white checked gingham dress with a plunging and low cut neck line and buttons about halfway down the front. Two of which the well endowed and curvaceous African-American goddess had left unbuttoned. So that as Michelle leaned over to talk to me above the air noise with one hand holding the white hat she was wearing. She gave me a pretty good look (and which I believe was intentional to this very day) at the eye candy of the luscious valley of her cleavage between the ripe and firm orbs of her melon sized breasts.

Before long after we’d traveled nearly twenty miles from where I picked her up on the side of the road. Michelle pointed to an upcoming side road and shouted, “Why don’t you pull over onto that road over there.” Of course I didn’t hesitate to do as Michelle asked since the sight of her magnificent mammary glands had already made me horny to the point where I almost couldn’t sit there without reaching out and fondling her breasts.

Turning down the old dirt road and slowing down enough to keep from coating both of us with a layer of dust stirred up by the tires of my car. It wasn’t long before we came across an old abandoned farm house collapsing in upon itself from the weight. Of the overgrown vegetation that nearly hid from the view of anyone who just happened to be passing by and didn’t know that it was there.

I pulled into the abandoned and nearly overgrown front yard and drove around to the back. Where I parked my car behind the house and safely out of sight of anybody who just might happen to pass. Like an old farmer and his wife on the way to or from the nearby farmers market with either a load of produce on the back of his pickup truck or the jingle of newly earned money in his pocket.

Michelle barely gave me enough time to stop the car, put the gear shift in park, turn off the engine, unfasten my own seatbelt and push my seat back as far as it would go. Before she’d climbed over the console situated between the two front seats, propped  the buns of her tight little ass onto the steering wheel. Where the lovely and curvaceous African-American goddess pulled the top part of her brown and white checked gingham dress apart. Without bothering to properly unbutton them so that the last three buttons ended up popping off her dress into the air quickly becoming lost to sight as they fell all over my car.

As I quickly pulled apart my own button down shirt Michelle pulled the top part of her dress open, pushed her sleeves along with the straps of her bra. Off the delicate curves of her shoulders and down her silky smooth arms out of which she pulled both of her arms and bunched the cottony fabric up around her waist. Giving me just enough time to open up my pants and push them along with my boxer shorts off of the curves of own my hips and down my legs. Then grab my rock hard and throbbing shaft of my manhood and hold it steady with my right hand as Michelle intentionally slipped off of the steering wheel.

As the lovely African-American goddess fell down onto my lap she pulled up the skirt of her dress. So that I had a moment to realize that Michelle wasn’t wearing any panties and her aim was so good. That as she landed onto my lap the tip of my little head slipped into the hot and wet slit of the flower of Michelle’s womanhood. So that as she fell onto my the lap the force of her fall ended up driving the entire length of my rock hard and throbbing lance of my manhood up into the warm wetness of the velvety glove of the aspiring actresses love canal.

After which Michelle placed both of her hands onto the curves of my shoulders and gave me the best ride I’d ever experienced during the years of my love life. All I could do was hang on for dear life as Michelle bounced up and down on my lap in a wild frenzy. The mammoth sized orbs of her ripe and firm breasts gently slamming down onto my face each and every time she drove my rock hard and throbbing cock up inside her willing body.

All of a sudden spurt after spurt of my seed laden cum flowed upwards into the entrance of Michelle’s welcoming and fertile womb. After which instead of resting on the laurels of and savoring or gloating over her rather obvious  sexual conquest over me. The African-American goddess hopped up off of my lap and over the seat where after taking off both her dress and the intimate undergarment of her DDD bra. Michelle lay down onto her back, opening her silky and clean shaven thighs even as she spread apart her legs as she called to me, “Come my white knight take me and ride off into the sunset.”

Of course I was no fool so I didn’t hesitate even for a New York second instantly jumping over the seat. Where I quickly mounted on top of the lovely and curvaceous African-American princess and aspiring actress. The entire length of my rock hard and throbbing lance of my manhood easily slipping once again into the velvety glove of Michelle’s hot and wet pussy.

Again and again Michelle cried out in ecstacy as I took full advantage of the ebony goddesses invitation to drive her loins into a sexual frenzy. My hips pumping up and down ever faster as I drove my manhood as hard as I possibly could into Michelle’s slippery wetness. Until at last my seed laden cum flowed upwards into the fertile soil of my ebony lovers womb.

It was well after dark when Michelle and I arrived at my the private sanctuary of my mountaintop retreat. Where we spent the next few days hiking and picnicking on the wooded sloops of my private mountain. Went skinny dipping and played beneath the refreshing water of my own nearby private waterfall. Whose location is known only to Michelle and myself for until her visit I’d never shown it to or shared it with anyone else.

Our nights were spent soaking in my hot tub beneath the soft light of the full moon sailing across the star filled sky on its nightly journey. As well as making love into the wee morning hours well after midnight so that by the time I took Michelle back home a few days later. I was in desperate need of a vacation myself in order to rest up and recover from our lazy days and wild nights we eagerly spent together. While looking forward to bedding the ebony princess the next time we saw each other and for the first time in my life I actually began to seriously consider asking Michelle for her hand in marriage.

Em busca do Nude Perfeito!

Em todos os blogs e sites de beleza não se fala de outra coisa: Nude!

A cor virou febre geral mas, afinal, o que é “Nude”?

Originalmente, é um cor-da-pele com nuances rosé, característica da pele das européias. No Brasil, a grande maioria da população tem a pele amarelada, mais pra bege.

Então, para ter o efeito nude eu posso usar bege? Depende do seu objetivo. Se for sair com cara de “estou nua”, que é a razão primária do nude, sim. Mas… o Bege é uma cor apagada, sem-graça, pálida e o Nude tem que te deixar com cara de saúde, bem tratada, viçosa (miinha noossa! Essa eu tirei da Vóvis rs).

Então, para escolher um Nude para chamar de seu, teste!

No make-up e nas unhas, eles caem super bem e sem corrermos o risco de ficar “apagadas”.

Para encontrar o seu?

Seguem os links que permitem testar cores de esmaltes e batom.

Taaz.com

Risque.com.br

Opi-France.com

Nikki Benz | Get Your Motor Running

Feast your eyes on Nikki Benz, the smoking-hot adult actress seen here displaying her magnificent bod in the studio of custom-bike guru Russell Mitchell. Nikki was tickled pink to drop by and straddle Mitchell’s marvelous creations in all her naked glory. “It turned me on actually,” the 36D knockout gushes. “I love riding on the back of a bike, but have always been too chicken to drive one.” She may be too chicken to ride one, but we’ll settle for her posing on one anyday.

Kansas couple robbed during sex in a dumpster

Kansas couple robbed during sex in a dumpster.

A tender moment in a trash bin went all wrong for an American couple who found themselves being held up at pocket knifepoint. Police said two 44-year-olds had climbed into a dumpster to be alone just after 6 p.m. Saturday when two men interrupted them and demanded their belongings. Officers said the man and woman were engaged in “an intimate moment” when they were robbed of their shoes, jewelry and the man’s wallet.

Police said one of the robbers was a 64-year-old man who egged his 59-year-old companion on during the robbery.

The suspects were found a short time later and the stolen property was returned.

bron: www.cbsnews.com [15-9-2009]

The Gong Show At Whispering Pines Nudist Resort!

The very famous Gong Show made an unexpected appearance at Whispeing Pines this August. This was the funniest event we have had here as far as I can remember. We had our vey own Jody as the MC for the event , with special appearances by Dave, Dave the dancing machine and, of course, the Unknown Comedian – complete with paper bag on his head and nothing else. He even handed out free tickets to the next craps game, from a roll of toilet paper:) Roger, Stacy, and Barry told some not so good jokes; but Larry was gonged for being much too verbose! Lana and her nostril flute won a chicken award. How many chickens can you collect to win the big, or not so big, award? Lana and Jody are tied.

The Kind of Girl Who ... pays for the pleasure of sketching (on) naked women

NTKOG #18: The kind of beret-clad Picasso who casually strolls into a nude-model sketch session, churns out hauntingly beautiful portraits in a few masterful strokes, and doesn’t even giggle awkwardly in the process.

I am: a fairly artsy dude — or at least one with a passable passion for semi-representational drawings, the human form, and, um, nudity?

I am not: capable of drawing a straight line, a perfect circle, or anything in between.

The Scene: Your typical neighborhood heavy metal bar (?!), on a bright Sunday afternoon in Allston, I packed up a notebook, Bic ballpoint and $8 cover charge to head to a burlesque life drawing sketch session. During the walk over, I burned with a single question: what the heck kind of people would routinely pay real human earth dollars to draw pictures of some Bettie Page wig-wearing chick wearing half of a flapper dress for multiple hours?

Mostly middle-aged lesbians, apparently.

The back of the bar was packed with two distinct breeds of people: middle-aged braless women, and 20something girls in hippie skirts. All eyes were on the model — mid-20s, maybe, fake hair and fishnets for miles, with slim quivering calves curving up, in that inevitable burlesque aesthetic, to slightly pulpy thighs and flared, fringe-laden hips. Her lips were trained into a constant expression of amused melancholy; her nose sloped gently, like a garden path you’d want to walk down on the first day of spring. Really fucking beautiful, is what I’m saying. This bears noting for later.

As we sat through the first four five-minute sessions, it became readily apparent that I was the only member of the thronging masses who didn’t come with charcoals, watercolors, an easel, or even a proper damn sketch pad. Way to go, TKOG. Putting the “sketch” in sketching session.

After about an hour of various sketches, poses, costume and wig changes, etc, a ten-minute break was called. A Wooden Allen lookalike in an unseasonable cardigan ambled over. “You doing any nice drawings?” asked Hippie Skirt, politely. “Oh, I’m not here to draw,” letched Woody, giving me a conspiratorial wink.

The early five-minute sessions convinced me that perhaps I hadn’t given the whole representational art racket a fair shake. It was like Pictionary, without all that distressing pressure! Then we moved up to ten-minute poses, and my pictures didn’t get any better. By the time we worked up to twenty-minute sessions, I had to admit they were actually devolving.

After two hours, the novelty had worn off, both of my feet were asleep, and someone had stuck a pice of used gum to my favorite purse. “Only time for one more pose!” called out the organizer, to a moue of anguish from the assembled masses. “But how about we work on this one for half an hour!”

Silently, I packed up my bag, slipped a few bucks in the tip jar, and slinked out of the room. Hey, Picasso didn’t start out as Picasso either.

The Verdict: Let’s just let my drawings speak for themselves, shall we?

Um, did I mention that the model was in actuality quite beautiful? So. Yeah. My most grievous error, madam. Shan’t happen again.

(Also, please to refrain from mocking my attempts at pictures. I can’t seem to find the cord to my scanner, and besides, should you really be questioning the photography skills of such an unambiguously gifted artist?)

Video clip đẹp nhất "Nude Art" của Bar Refaeli

Bar Refaeli ,siêu mẫu người Israel được nổi bật qua đợt trình diễn áo-tắm “bikini” của cô trên tạp chí Illustrator Sport,Video clip ngắn giới thiệu bên dưới.

VIDEO CLIP AP.

Ngoài ra ,thegioiso1 giới thiệu đến các bạn một clip rất “hiếm hoi” của Bar Refaeli với tiêu đề chính xác là “Nude art” mà người ta cho là do chính tay máy của Leonardo thu hình làm “của riêng” mà không hiểu sao lại cho ra mạng.

Xem video clip theo link : Bar Refaeli art clip , vì không thể nhúng video nguồn khác ( ngoài các video site đã chỉ định ) trên wordpress.

[Via http://thegioiso1.wordpress.com]

The Dingdong Dantes Experience

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Audrina Partridge

Audrina Cathleen Patridge (born May 9, 1985) is an American television personality and actress, best known as one of the original primary cast members on the MTV reality show The Hills. Audrina will be appearing as the lead in her own reality series The Audrina Show which premieres in 2010.

Audrina Patridge grew up in Yorba Linda, California. In August 2008, she purchased a house in Los Angeles’ Hollywood Dell neighborhood. On February 22, 2009, Patridge’s home was robbed by two unmasked thieves. She posted on her personal website footage taken from her surveillance camera in hopes of the public helping her find the two thieves who stole numerous items from her mansion.

In March 2008, nude pictures of Audrina were published online. “They were taken when I was just out of high school and beginning to model”, Patridge has explained. “I was naïve, overly trusting of people, and inexperienced.” In other words I am a skank trying to make it in hollywood!

[Via http://worldsprettiestwomen.wordpress.com]

Otra putita de Disney desnuda...Adrienne Bailon de The Cheetah Girls, nos muestra el trasero

Parece que la compañia Disney es especialistas es contratar zorras. La mayoria de sus estrellas adolescentes resultaron ser unas fichitas de cuidado que gustan de mostrar sus atributos al mundo o tienen problemas con el alcohol y las drogas.

Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Myle Cyrus, Vannesa Hugens,  Ashley Tisdale, Lindsay Lohan, etc, etc, etc, son algunas de las putillas que, apenas cumplieron la mayoria de edad y dieron a conocer su caliente y nalgapronta personalidad,  metiendose en mas lios que una de esas putas profesioneles que trabajan en tan igrato trabajo para sacar dinero pa’ la comida. La diferencia es que ellas no son famosas y ganan muchisimo menos que las “estrellas” de peliculas infantiles.

A esta infame lista se une Adrienne Bailon (¿bailon? ¡ja,ja,ja!) miembro de ese nauseabundo producto ¿musical? y televisivo llamdo Cheetah Girls, en la que la actriz de 25 años interpreta a una supuesta adolescente de 16 (¿what a fuck?). En esta ocasion, la a ¿cantante? se le ocurrio tomarse una fotitos mosteando sus atributos para mandarselas via e-mail a su picador llamado  Rob Kardashianm, hermano de la igualmente zorra Kim Kardashian, una de las mejores amantes amigas de Paris Hilton.

Lo que la nenita no se imagino es que la laptod en la que las imagenes estaban almacenadas seria robada en un aereopuero de Niu York y que al ladron se le ocurrio hacer lo que yo cualquier tiranetas haria al hayar semejante tesoro: Venderlo al mejor postor.

Claro, la fotos salieron a la luz y la zorrita casi de muere del coraje y amenazo a todo el mundo con demandar a quien las robo, pero la neta ya es inutil, ya todos le vieron el culo al natural y eso nada lo cambia.

No hay duda, la maldicion de la chicas Disney tomo otra victima.

Aqui les van las escandalosas fotos.

[Via http://tiramelaneta.wordpress.com]

The Best Nightlife in Kabul?

I missed posting this as a Naked Post Friday, but how many times does nudity collide with a major news story? Naughtiness going on among embassy guards in Kabul. I would say, what’s the harm here if no one got hurt, but maybe some did, so I won’t make any comments. Spiegel probably has the most graphic report you’ll get along with some fairly graphic photographs. Best (and grossest) quote:

One e-mail from a current guard described situations in which guards and supervisors were “peeing on people, eating potato chips out of (buttock) cracks,” scenes that were also recorded on video.

[Via http://thetruthhunter.wordpress.com]