The Poet's Slave...Part III

In front of the kitchen sink

the well-hung poet

caught his curvaceous lady

took her by surprise

as she stood washing dishes

ripped off her yellow

sexy teddy with his fingers

reached around the

curves of her slender waist

grabbed the globes

of her melon sized milk jugs

pinched the bright

headlights of her nipples

with his fingers and

made her cry out in both

pain and pleasure

with his sexy slaves hands

trapped beneath

the warm and soapy water

he took her right

then and there made her pant

and moan just like

the horny bitch she’d become

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What Took Ya So Long Old Fart?

She is the granddaughter of my roommate

a sexy brown haired maid

whose curvaceous, buxom hourglass figure

can’t help but turn me on

make me harden with the desire to bed her

between the clean sheets

of the altar of lust sitting in my bedchamber

halter tops and shorts

an itty bitty solid black bikini is all she wears

when not attending classes

down at the local junior college or working at

her job as a Hooter’s waitress

until one afternoon having grown oh so weary

of being teased and turned on

by the voluptuous curves of her lovely body

from behind I caught her

took her by surprise in her grandpa’s kitchen

carried off the bikini clad

twenty year old maid into the lair of my boudoir

where as I laid the bosomy

lass upon my altar of lust she innocently asked

in a low husky whisper

dripping with anticipation even as I tore apart

ripped in half her bikini

from her body, “What took ya so long old fart?”

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Sexy Katherine Heigl photos

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Willing Prey

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It was at a party hosted by a buddy

that the brown haired

sky blue eyed two legged dear hunter

found himself being stalked

by a lovely well-stacked ebony goddess

who seemed to only

have eyes for his bowflex crafted body

content to slowly dance

within his arms until the final chiming

of the witching hour

when she took the poet by his hand

cut him from the herd

of milling guests the unapproving glances

coming from the jealous

eyes of her homies and less inclined sistas

to a place of relative

peace and quiet away from the booming

noise of rap music

the useless chatter of beer soaked minds

not far away to the island

of her love so endearing she led DaPoet

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Out of sight and definitely out of the minds

of her disapproving sistas

hidden within the consolation of  duskiness

of a large walk-in closet

the lovely full-bosomed ebony goddess

slipped out of her dress

released the orbs of her melon sized breasts

from the lacy prison

of the cups of her Victoria Secrets brassiere

pushed the intimate garment

of the pair of panties she was wearing that night

off the curves of her hips down

the well toned silky smooth pedestals of her legs

to the sky blue eyes

of the brown haired and well hung dear hunter

she revealed the nakedness

of her voluptuous, curvaceous and buxom body

who took the ebony goddess

drew the willing two legged chocolate bunny

into the captivating embrace

of his arms and kissed her exquisitely full lips

III

Concealed within the shadowy darkness

in a sea of clothe and shoes

the ebony goddess and her willing prey

lay entwined upon the floor

above the sounds of booming rap music

the laughter of the guests

could be head the cries made by the lovely

naked chocolate bunny

when at last with a single thrust of his hips

she felt the hidden opening

of her womanhood fully engulf the entire

length of the rock hard shaft

of her preys oh so throbbing masculinity

when he entered her pussy

soaring high above the clouds of ecstasy

within each others arms

they levitated as the flower of their love

sank its ever thirsty roots

ever deeper downward into their very souls

while entwining its leaves

about the rosebuds of their beating hearts

until at last within a rush

together both their loins burst into flames

as the flower of their love

blossomed when at last they came as one

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New Neutrals

The nude pump. Everyone’s telling you you need a pair. Well, they’re right. You do! Nude pumps work for the office and for going out with dresses of all colors and textures. Brightly colored sundress with a cardigan to the office? Check. Black dress for going out? Check. That oddly colored skirt you can’t pair anything with? Check.

I, for one, am not quite sure how I have survived so many years without them.  Probably because I was (delusionally) holding out for a pair by Christian Louboutin. At 18, I thought surely by 24 I’d be wealthy and successful enough to own a pair of $600 pumps. Clearly, I was confused.  The dream shoe, Christian Louboutin Decollette 100 Pumps are available at www.net-a-porter.com for $595.

For the rest of us, I offer you the runner-ups for your must-have shoe for work, play, night, day, and pretty much all around success in your fashion life. The requirements: beige/camel/nude tone, round or almond toe (pointy toes? really?), patent, comfortable, and heel three-inches or above. Because, a heel less than three inches is no heel at all. Peep toes are great too, but difficult to wear year-round. Do you want your stocking covered toes peeping out of your nude heel? I think not.

The 3 incher: Kate Spade’s Karolina. Standard, non-offensive round-toed pump. I can vouch for the comfort of Kate Spade’s pumps as I own several pairs. ($298, at Piperlime or Kate Spade).

The 3.75 incher: Franco Sarto’s Napoli Pump. Slightly taller, slightly sexier, and in a lighter, more neutral nude tone. Budget-friendly, too ($89.95, Endless).

The 4 incher: Nude Footwear’s “Milan” Patent Pump is a taller, more modern alternative with the hidden platform ($110, Piperlime).

Coming in at 4.75 inches: Dolce Vita’s Madison Platform Pump, a favorite of fellow Brunch Bitch Becca ($119, Endless).

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World's First Naked Ceilidh Set For Edinburgh

The world’s first naked ceilidh is to take place in Edinburgh later this month.

Organisers are looking for people over the age of 18 “of every shape and size” to bare all at the event in the Capital’s new traditional Scottish pub and ceilidh venue, Ghillie Dhu. Dances suggested include strip the willow and the “flashing” white sergeant.

The Sunday 28 March event is the brainchild of photographer Alistair Devine, and will also form the third in his series of “naked-art photo-shoots”.

Anyone interested in taking part should call 0141-270 4141.

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Six Sexy Nudes

A handful of  photos of nudes by Sansreproache

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All photos creative commons

Sansreproache’s sets of female nudes

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As a child I dreamed of white women

I can remember growing up in a house where I was taught by my mother on how “the white woman was evil” how I went to an aalmost all black and hispanic school in L.A. how for a long time I thought I would grow up and marry a black woman.

But as I lay in my superhero PJ’s and fell to sleep I would dream. Sometimes of flying, being a superhero, becoming president, saving the world and having a white woman at my side. Somehow despite not really interacting with any white women I still yearned for them.

I could not control my dreams, my thoughts, and when I hit puberty man did things get CRAZY! Talk about wet dreams galore, white women were constantly in my head. Once I enrolled into a new school where the population of students was more diverse I knew within me that things were changing. My dreams were getting a lot more explicit as well with these white women. But perhaps I’ll tackle this subject in more detail at another time. Gotta keep you guys waiting right?

The point of the matter is, even at a young age I liked white women more. Despite everything, maybe skin preference is more than just skin preference. And maybe its something that you are somewhat born with. It is an interesting thought, it is a baffiling mystery. One I shall continue to explore.

I couldn't wait to fall asleep...

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Bitchin

I know I haven’t posted in a while, there won’t be much of an apology or a large amount of news in this post to make up for it.

Instead this will really be like a bitch post. So feel free to click the “x” at the top of the screen and go on with your internet surfing.

Thanks for staying though, you know those days when you sit through your classes listening nodding to show the professor that you are some what paying attention to what they are saying, then you eat, and continue on with class. Not really feeling too motivated and just want to get on with the day. Well today was a day, not sure why, no problems in the love life, not a bad night sleep, not even like someone did something to piss me off. Just a day that was some what plain. To add onto that it was time for a new class for my mandatory art foundations course. Figure drawing, the human figure… nude. Now, as a photographer I have a great appreciation for the human body and I have no problem viewing it in a non sexual way, but for the first day of a class with a new professor to simply be to jump in full force on a new thing and more or less 2 hours of a nude woman laying down in a skewed position with skeleton bones around her – and placed in\around areas that are exposed – is sort of like the topping on the cake.. but not a good tasting cake but instead a cake that no one wants to eat, like a fruit cake.

So I think the real reason for this bitchin is for the pure fact that this class made me think “how is this going to help me reach my goal of becoming a better photographer”, I get being able to do basic drawing, understanding color, be able to do 2d work and even 3d work to understand the way humans can interact with artwork. But this? To subject students to something so technical as the human body to me just seems obscene. I would rather be able to focus on photographer, or be able to complete a required course but instead the next 8 weeks (2 weeks a class, 2 hours a class so a total of 32 hours) will be spent drawing the human body?

My final paragraph will be short and simple. I want you, the readers opinion. If this was a photographer class in which the objective was to photograph the human body in this form would it be considered pornography? And if so what to you is the defining line of art vs pornography.

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Suicide Girl on a Sofa

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By SuicideGirls

creative commons license

SuicideGirls’ Flickr site offers just shy of three thousand sexy photos. I’m not sure if it is an individual’s site or a corporate site. Here’s how suicideGirl describes itself on its profile page:

SuicideGirls is a contemporary lifestyle brand. Combining the DIY attitude of underground culture with a vibrant, sex positive community of women (and men), the company was founded on the belief that creativity, personality and intelligence are not incompatible with sexy, compelling entertainment, and millions of people agree. The site mixes the smarts, enthusiasm and DIY attitude of the best music and alternative culture sites with an unapologetic, grassroots approach to sexuality.

Here’s the girls MySpace page; and this is their web site. And, yes, here is a quote from the group’s Wikipedia page:

SuicideGirls is a website that features softcore pin-up-style photos and text profiles of goth, punk and indie-styled young women (although styles reminiscent of the 1940s and ’50s pin-up models are also incorporated) who themselves are known as the “Suicide Girls”. The site also functions as an online community with member profiles and message boards, and features interviews with major figures in both popular and alternative culture. Access to most of the site requires a paid membership.

Whether you visit their Flickr pages, their own site or even their MySpace pages, SuicideGirls will delight you with its thousands of photos of sexy women!

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Child Porn machines to arrive at my local airport.

Looks like the TSA is planning on expanding their child porn industry to new markets.

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By this summer, they want to install body scanners in the airports of the following cities:

Fort Lauderdale, Florida; San Jose, San Diego, Los Angeles and Oakland, California; Columbus, Ohio; Charlotte, North Carolina; Cincinnati; and Kansas City.

The TSA assured us that the naked images generated by these machines could not be saved, stored, transmitted, or printed in anyway and that the images were automatically erased after the inspection. Even if that were true, virtually strip-searching someone at random who hasn’t done anything wrong or given you any probable cause is still a huge problem.

But we know now that the TSA was lying to us when they told us our privacy would be protected. According to this story [LINK], a famous Indian actor named Shah Rukh Khan recently had an experience with these body-scanners in London. He stepped through the mahine…

‘Then I saw these girls – they had these printouts. I looked at them. I thought they were some forms you had to fill. I said ‘give them to me’ – and you could see everything inside. So I autographed them for them.’

Hold on, I thought I was impossible to print the images. Oops. The TSA lied. Scumbags.

You might be one of these armchair security hawks who says “What do I care? I don’t have anything to hide.” But I wonder if you would want your wife to go through one of these things. How about your daughter or son? It’s the perfect job for a pervert. They can look at naked pictures of young boys and girls all day and not worry about getting in trouble.

Leave me a comment and tell me what you think about these body-scanners. Do they violate the 4th Amendment which states:

The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.

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Depend 192

This is a nude polish from the Swedish brand Depend. It’s way too light for me, and a bit more on the “gray” side than the H&M one! It’s a really good formula, and this was three coats! I really like this one! I think it would make a great pedicure polish!

Here is a picture comparing the H&M and The Depend!

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3 Years BP: Pretty Insides

After a break up and a bout of binge drinking before a blood test, I found myself in a hospital gown at eight in the morning.

As I’m sitting awkwardly on the table waiting to be examined, a young blonde girl with a tight ponytail comes into the room. Immediately I’m self-conscious, and wonder what happened to the nice middle-aged Indian woman who had greeted me, and told me to undress.

I’m Nicole.

I introduce myself, and we get to know each other while she rubs jelly on my stomach. She asks where I live in town, and I tell her. She mentions how she would weekly go get pastries and Slurpees down the block from me. I returned the favor and asked where she lived, right near a place I had a part time job.

We’ve probably run into each other a million times without knowing it.

And she’s pretty, and I’m in a backless gown so I just let out one thing.

Probably.

You don’t mind that I’m practicing on you do you?

No, not at all.

You have really nice looking insides.

I just stare at her. You don’t hear that compliment often, unless you know serial killers. She started to back peddle.

I meant I can see everything easily. I get a lot of old people in here. It’s a refreshing change.

Thirty minutes later she’s finally done taking pictures of my organs, and I wonder what base putting jelly on my stomach is. I’d just met her and she saw way more of me than the three-year relationship I’d just gotten out of.  And when it was over, I couldn’t get myself to say anything close to asking her out, I just smile and sheepishly walk away.

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A Photographer's Muse

I’m no model, by any means, but the photographers I hang with all want to photograph me.  The say I’m “absolutely gorgeous” and they “love my skin…”  Matter of fact, a sculptress said to me, “your face is very symmetrical, which in artist speak means that you’re beautiful.”

So a few weeks ago, my coworker asked me to model for him and yesterday I finally told him I would do it.  This ain’t no ordinary modeling.  He wants me nude.  I’ve never done anything like it before and the thought of it scares me.  But it is the perfect artistic piece I am looking to put in my bedroom.  My biggest issue with it though is that it’s my COWORKER and having him see me nude will change our whole working relationship.  It will definitely be awkward for me, but like everything else, I guess I will get through it and over it.

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Nothing But a Smile...

Nudity is fine. Visions enjoys ogling nude women as much as the next blog. But body parts are body parts; what makes a woman unique in her appeal is her personality (stop laughing, its true); and nothing reveals personality more than a woman’s smile. The delightful young woman in this post may not make her own clothes, but she sure has a gorgeous smile. As you can see, the rest of her is just as  gorgeous, too! NOTHING BUT A SMILE Only Flickr members with safe search OFF will see this photo. Join Flickr free.

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