Another ravishing beauty from the Shemale Queens site... and I hate to say it, but I don't even know many girls who are this cute! Life (or maybe it's just my little corner of Texas) can be so unfair sometimes....
We were sitting in the dorm room talking about the disgusting things that guys do, and she was telling me about a pizza party she once heard about, a bunch of freshmen who ordered a pizza with all the toppings, ate all but a couple of slices, then stripped off and stood around it jerking off, and aiming their come at the pizza. The first to come would then have to stand back and wait until all his mates had finished, and then eat the last of the pizza, come and all.
Gross! I said. Gross! she replied.
But was it really?
Well yes, it is.
But there's also something ritualistic about it, a beautiful reminder of the power of the body, and the body's fluids. Primitive cultures once revered the come of the most powerful man... the best hunter for instance... in the tribe, and would hold ceremonies where his sperm would be the best dish on the table. By sharing in it, they shared in his strength. Maybe that's the root memory behind this... we think of it as a stupid college prank, but the idea grew from somewhere and, what's more, the guy who had to eat it at the end knew what he was getting into at the start, so a part of him must have believed as well that by eating the come of the men with greater staying power, he would be absorbing their strength into himself.
Yeah, right. Let the anthropologists figure that one out. We laughed and pulled some more faces at the thought, then wandered off to class. But I couldn't get the story out of my head, and I'm not sure what fascinated me more, wondering what the pizza would have tasted like, dripping in however many frat boys' sperm, or wondering what the boys were all thinking as they watched their friend chow it down.
Ten years later, I still don't know, and I'm still fascinated. So if you're out there, any of you... PLEASE drop me a line and tell me all about it! Please????????????
Still soft but not for long... I love it when he's sleeping, even when the rest of him is awake; I kneel and grip, feel the flesh soft beneath my grip, my fingers moulding themselves into his warmth, until the first touch of my tongue and a twitch...
The first embrace of my lips... a pulse.
The first contraction of my cheeks... a thickening.
A few people have asked for direct links to my book and to Chrissie Bentley's too... well, you could go to her website (they're there), but I know... you'd much rather stay with me. Aaaw, how sweet, thank you [kiss]. So here they are.
THE FIRST TIME & 59 OTHER MAGICAL MINUTES by Jenny Swallows - Kindle edition; print edition An anthology of my best verse, with an introduction by Chrissie.
“And some don’t.” I don’t think I’d ever seen Cassie look more flustered; we’d been sitting here for an hour, talking over everything that had happened with Brian, and still she was caught halfway between tears and temper, and the more I tried to reason with her, the more frustrated she became.
For the I-don-t-know-how-many times, I tried to reassure her. “He’s a guy. They like making lists. That’s why they’re so boring about baseball, they don’t talk about the game, they talk about the statistics. And that’s all this is.”
She looked at me as though I was simple or something, clenched her teeth and hissed through tight lips,
“Come. That’s not statistics, that’s a sickness.”
I couldn’t resist a smile. “What the swallowing? Or the list?”
“Either. Both. Yes, I’m sure some girls have done it with him, but I’m not one of them and I don’t really care for him comparing me with them.” She unfolded the offending piece of paper again, and stared at it. Reading it upside down, I silently smirked at how methodical it was. Twenty-one names, three columns. It’s amazing what you can do with a computer spreadsheet – and amazing how stupid a guy must be, to leave such a thing on the family machine, where anyone could… and did… stumble across it.
Kay. She Fucked, but neither Sucked nor Swallowed. Wendy did all three, Stephanie and Les did the first two, Heather went the whole hog once, Michelle was intercourse alone. And so on up to the present day, with 20 Fuckers, 17 Suckers, 1 who Sucked but didn’t Fuck – and just five who gulped it down enough to have their names highlighted in red. Cassie wasn’t one of them.
“And what is it with the highlighting?” Cassie obviously read my mind. “Is he going to be off hunting them down on Myspace next, to ask if they want to rekindle old glories?”
“I doubt that very much. How old is he now, 40-something? He’s probably just feeling old and going back over his memories… some people get out the photo album, some people take out old love letters. Brian takes out old sex partners. But it doesn’t mean any more or less.”
“Well, it does to me.” The temper was flaring again. “And I don’t know how I’m going to do it, but I am going to pay him back for this. Somehow. Someday.”
“If you ask me, the best way you can get him back is to forget you ever saw it, then make sure that the next time he’s on the computer, he’s highlighting your name as well. It’ll take you ten minutes, but if this is anything to go by, he’ll still be thinking about it for the next 20-odd years.”
She looked at me curiously. “And how, exactly, does that pay him back?”
“It doesn’t. But it might remind him that his sex life hasn’t already peaked, and that the future can hold as many surprises as the past. Besides, if you really haven’t ever tried it…” (she pulled a face) … “you ought to just once. You never know, it might give you something else to look forward to, as well.”
when real life suddenly turns into Asshole Wonderland and every guy you meet is a moron... what fun to go Virtual and put all that other shit to one side for a few hours. Most of the guys are probably still morons, but at least they don't ask for your phone number.
I've been playing on Second Life for a week now and... I'm loving it. I found the coolest club, the Dark Side Clubhouse - it's BDSM oriented, but catering for all sorts and tastes, they host regular slave auctions (no I won't be buying or being bought), regular concerts (I saw Fleetwood Mac there this eveing. Really!), there's tons of members-only facilities, a 24 hour dance club... and yes, you can come watch me dance there - pics to follow. And there's a library that you have to see to believe. Anyway, if you're already on Second Life, or if you're thinking about, do drop in and say hello... I'll be the pole dancer in the Night Porter outfit. Or the nurse's uniform. Or whatever else takes my fancy.
The breath of odor as I peel down his boxers, and part his legs, the tart pungent aroma of man and sweat and hard work and heat, the sticky ballbag clinging to the flesh of his legs, the soft cock coiled in the heat, and I raise it and inhale.
It's a smell that screams "lick me, and love the scents that you taste."
It's a smell that screams "suck me, and let me fill your mouth with my musk."
It's a smell that screams "harden me, and let me choke you with my strength"
But most of all, it's a smell that screams "breathe me" because with his cock in my hand and his stench in my nostrils, everything else just follows naturally.
Three nights ago my friend Liz introduced me to Second Life, an online "virtual reality" game (or something). It started slow, especially as she vanished after about 30 minutes and left me to fend for myself.
But since then, I have...
landed a whole bunch of free clothes (most of which are ugly, but hey, a girl needs a fall collection)...
found a really cool "personal shopper" who showed me where all the good deals are...
visited a disco and a BDSM bar...
got naked in public...
and a pussy...
been picked up by four different guys...
and had sex with two of them. (Guess what, men are even bigger shits in this "life" than they are in reality. They don't even say goodbye at the end)...
Not sure how long I'll be playing this for on a regular basis, but right now it's fun, so if you are a member (or thinking about becoming one), my Second Life name is Jennys Willful, so track me down and let's party.
Except I don't think they were called that back then!
Browsing my favorite on-line used magazine store a while back, I came across an English magazine called Whitehouse... this issue was published in the late 1970s, I think, and the cover star was captioned (as you'll see) only with the words THIS WOMAN IS A MAN! SEE INSIDE
Of course I had to... and one visit from the mailman later...
"MEET THE LOVELY CHRYSIS ST LAURENT, who is half man and half woman. These are the most unusual shots we have ever seen and are for real (not fakes!) What at first looks like a really attractive dolly bird is in fact a man!"
And the title of the article, repeated on the centerfold and, apparently, also the title of "a complete magazine devoted entirely to completely uncensored pictures of Chrysis St Laurent"? SHE MAN!
...but before you switch off your computer and go to do something more interesting, click on over to - Do You Mind If You Cum In My Mouth? - just about the hottest story I've read in weeks.
Here's a taster (if you'll pardon the pun):
It was no use. If I didn’t say something, I’d burst.
“Honey… Lawrence… you don’t have to pull it out quite so fast.”
He was still jerking his shaft, milking the last few droplets of cum onto my bare breast, his face contorted with pleasure. But his eyes opened and looked down at me, uncertainty flashing in their dark blue depths.
“Believe me, Chrissie, that was the last minute.”
“No,” I corrected him. “The last minute is…” I paused, as one final glob of white oozed across his shiny helmet. “Round about now. Anything that happens before that is simply the build-up.”
“But…” I think he was lost for words. “It’s in your mouth…”
“So? It’s not as though I don’t know what happens in there.” I gave his ballbag a light squeeze. “Plus, if I was worried about that, I wouldn’t have put it in there in the first place.”
It's a filthy habit but I love it! (And smoking is often frowned upon as well)
I found this series of photos while searching for something else entirely. They all seem to have been posted to very different websites, and there were no links between them so I'm sure there's more that I'm missing. (So please let me know if you find them!)
But a couple of things strike me about them - well three, if you consider how incredibly sexy she looks! First, how much fun she's having, and second, how natural the cigarette looks in her hand - as though she smokes and sucks at the same time all the time.
I don't know she does it... my cigarettes always go out when I try!
I'm a writer, not a photographer. So just be aware that the pics on this site were not taken by me, and aren't owned by me either - not even the ones that I'm in. If you are a photographer and find your pics on this site, please get in touch - I'd love to credit you (if you wish), and even use more of your work. If you're here it's because I love the photo!
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The Nympho Librarian & Other Stories
Eleven scalding tales of lust and love in the halls of public learning - the town library!
The sex is hot, but the librarians are hotter, as authors Chrissie Bentley and Jenny Swallows reveal the lip-smacking truth about what goes on behind (and on top of, and around as well) the bookshelves.