NSFW November: The Itty-Bitty-Titty Holy War -- marvelous Miss November 2001, Lindsey Vuolo

Saved the best for second-to-last, guys.

Your magnificent Miss November 2001 was the lovely and talented and unremittently marvelous, in this shiksa’s opinion, Lindsey Vuolo. Ms Vuolo’s interview with Playboy touched on her recent trip to Israel, included a picture from her bat mitzvah, and set off a shitstorm of reactionary crossfire about pornography, sex, and religion in the conservative Jewish community, from which she valiantly refused to back down. Preach it, garrl!

Photographed by Arny Freytag – for some reason in this picture she looks like Raquel Welch, which is nothing to sneeze at, but she is a beauty in her own right and the resemblance is not present in the other pictures.
Lindsey’s Italian father converted to Judaism to marry her Russian mother. “I traveled to Israel as part of an exchange program and it was an amazing trip,” she says. “Being in Jerusalem was so emotional for me — I broke down and cried.” (“Lindsey,” Playboy, November 2001)

Holy shit, if that did not apparently ruffle feathers for her to be naked emotionally as well as physically by describing what being Jewish meant to her in terms of her personal identity and emotions. (You can bare your breasts, and you can bare your bajango*, but you can’t bare those with your soul and be religious!)

*thank you, Tina Fey, for the term “bajango.” I’ll get to the Playboy interview where she first dropped that term for ladyparts another day.

What happened next was, this guy Rabbi Shmuley Boteach caught wind of her appearance –especially her emphasis on her religion and what it meant to her identity– and publicly took Lindsey to task for posing for Playboy (though he had himself appeared in the magazine promoting his book, Kosher Sex).

Feminists and porn-purveyors alike took Lindsey’s side, and soon everyone from rabbis to radical social theorists was weighing in with their opinions on faith and sex. These are two topics that everyone has touch them in some personal way, so I’m not surprised that people felt personally authorized to comment on the issue. I remember noting in college classes that the discussions during lecture in which everyone was the most engaged usually involved universal human issues like religion, sex, or love. Everyone experiences these things, so everyone has an opinion!

Taking advantage of the publicity which resulted from the itty-bitty-titty holy war, Boteach enticed her to come to a recorded and Extremely Accusatory “discussion” with him of the issue of pornography and Judaism vis-a-vis what the religion’s teachings were and how pornography impacts marriage, traditional ideals of femininity, and sexuality. She had the balls to show up, and not only that, defend herself. Reading the interview, I felt ashamed. I could have never made it through to the end the way she does. I’m easily humiliated by disapproving men. Not so Ms. Vuolo. She has an admirable self-awareness and a respectful but strong spine of steel. Check some of these excerpts, which I’ve thoughtfully and even thought-provokingly interwoven with the quotes from the “interview”:

Shmuley Boteach: So tell me what you think about the following ideas, okay? Number one: Pornography or Playboy ultimately, far from being sexy and titillating, is actually boring and monotonous because the moment you see someone’s body in its entirety, the first few minutes, sure, it’s very exciting but after that nothing is left to the imagination. It loses its erotic allure. I mean, all studies show that when women go to bed with guys too early, it almost always destroys the relationship because the thrill of the chase is gone, the mystery is gone. The human body requires mystique in order to retain its attractiveness. There also has to be the involvement of the mind in order for there to be fantasy, and nudity and sexual over-explicitness actually hinders fantasy.
For example, as a marriage counselor, I always say to wives, don’t ever walk around the bedroom naked unless it’s time for sex and he has to earn the right to see your body naked because–
Lindsey Vuolo: I disagree with that.
SB: You disagree with that?
LV: Yeah. Because you know, my husband–well, I don’t have a husband but if I had a husband, and we share everything together and I’m his, I’ll run around naked for him. That’s for him, I mean, then he doesn’t need to see anyone else naked.

SB: I wish what you were saying was true but according to the Hite report the fact that 75% of husbands are unfaithful and the fact that half of marriages end in divorce shows that unfortunately men need variety when they feel they get bored. Many men who cheat on their wives claim to love their wives. They do it only because they need something new. So clearly, it is very possible to get bored of your wife’s body, no matter how much she runs around for you.
LV: Well, I think for all time men will always look at women whether it’s their wives or someone else. And I don’t think that they get bored, you know, they look–
RS: No, no, we know they look at women’s bodies. The question is, will they look at the same woman’s body. You’re Miss November. They’re not going to make you Miss December under any circumstances. The reason is the guys have seen you and they’ve just seen you. They want someone new now. Doesn’t that alone prove to you that pornography gets boring?
Playboy has used you and you’ll never be a playmate again.
LV: I posed for this for me. So if I’m degrading anyone, I’m just degrading myself. What other women do–
SB: But the biggest sins in life are where we hurt ourselves even more than other people.
LV: But I don’t feel like I’m hurting myself.

Holy fuckballs, what a passel of ice-cold punches to the gut. If you have sex or display yourself as sexual, you have used up your ace in the hole, blown your wad of feminine mystique, as it were, and will forever forth be undervalued. Um … is this so? I don’t even know! I just want to go shower and cry! Bitch magazine, help a Catholic girl with deep-seated Daddy Issues out:

Unwilling to cow to the rabbi, (who, it should be noted, promoted his own book in Playboy) Lindsey stood her ground, explaining that she had done nothing wrong. According to Lindsey, Playboy doesn’t even count as pornography because to her the word conjures up images of “penetration, urination, and things like that.” (“My Meidel is a Centerfold,” Bitch Magazine, Deborah Kolben, May 2002.)

Okay, well, at least I know other women will give me a hug and a “it’s okay, honey,” whether or not we are any of us sure about anything after the tirade about how men will grow tired of us and we must not be naked in front of even our husbands.

So. Quick word about this shoot: okay, obviously I have a majah girl-brain-crush on Lindsey Vuolo, but, strictly from an unbiased perspective, from the artistic standpoint, I strongly believe that this photoshoot stands head and shoulders above most of the others from the 2000’s.

It has a clear unity of vision: the story is, this super-super-cute, vintage-lingerie-loving, wholesome, upbeat gal works at an old-fashioned pie-and-coffee kind of diner as a pastry chef or baker of some kind, and it's after-hours.

If this does not melt your heart with its brain-asplodin’ cuteness, you are made of STONE and we have nothing to offer each other.

First she’s with you in the dinette, then she’s showing you around at home. It’s cut and dry and adorable as shit. Love it. Okay! Back to the hot button side of the story. Final thought, for clarification and prompting of to-be-determined further discussion:
Some have incorrectly claimed that Vuolo is the first Jewish Playmate. Vuolo herself has agreed it is more likely that she merely is the first openly Jewish Playmate. (the wiki)

This has been certainly a long enough entry already, all apologies, so perhaps we ought to save the important and striking issue of why a beautiful woman looking to be famous in America might consider her Judaism a liability rather than an asset and choose to downplay this important aspect of her heritage and womanhood (*cough, cough* Holly Madison) for another day.

But Don’t Think I’m Forgetting. I got a memory like Babar — but a figure like Bettie Page. Ow! Call me!

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Ms mars – sexy cosplay girl

Found this lovely girl when going through some cosplay costumes sites, just stunning girl.

Check out her website: http://www.myspace.com/Aerisness

In her own words:
Hello everyone! My name is Joanie and I live in Orlando Florida. I’m currently going to school; majoring in Marine Biology. So the whole modeling thing is just a fun hobby of mine. I really enjoy working with other creative people. I make costumes and clothes. So for anyone that would like to get pictures of someone in costume or something geeky and or unusual (but fun), I’m your gal.

 

Jessica Rabbit, lovely one.

 

 

  Awesome anime look…

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A Guessing Game REDUX

Because the idiocy involved in this is beyond epic, I figure we’ll just have a little fun here and play a guessing game.  The game is this:

GUESS WHICH MEMBER OF AMPUTEE_MILFS THIS IS:

Your hints are:

1. Her first name is Deven (which anyone who’s browsed her Flickr or Facebook could tell you)
2. She was smart enough to LEAVE amputee_milfs and the GOMS communities (well, except for that sock in goms_sux, but I’m not picky) and so, had me completely off her back, quits, done, kaput.
3. She was then stupid enough (and the word “stupid” really falls short here, it needs some serious modifiers) to not only return to amputee_milfs (which, you might imagine, I frown upon) but also made the above pictures available at the same time.  Really?  That’s even worse than what iiinterstate did.
4. Last hint: Those are about to become insanely famous boobies.  Ok, that’s not a hint.  That’s kind of just a promise.  Because, believe me, Deven, if you think someone being a milf bugs me… well, that’s nothing compared to how much leaving and then returning bugs me.  Especially when said returning milf is the artist behind this.

“catastrophically” stupid, maybe…?

ETA: So, wicked _queen rejoined milfs and GOMS.  I made this post to my blog here, then posted the following comment on her journal:

Just after posting it, I went out for a smoke break.  By the time I got back, wicked_queen was no longer in milfs or GOMS.  Epically fast flounce (and didn’t even have to waste a sock puppet).  That was ALMOST as satisfying as discovering that my LAST trolling got rawr_its_roonie to flounce.  The GOMS communities, without rawr_its_roonie?  If THAT doesn’t change the face of things, I don’t know what does.  That’s a MASSIVE win right there.

Oh, and aujsayshi also flounced.  Whatever.

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Sex with my brother in law

My name is Manisha. I am 34 now and a happy housewife. My husband Neeraj is 39 and has his own share trading business. I live in Calcutta with my husband. Our house is often visited my many relatives and friends of my hubby.
Once my hubby’s older cousin brother came to our place. His name is Siv Shankar. Siv stays in Australia and runs a food joint there. He is a man with in mid 50’s medium built and with an excellent sense of humor. His wife is an absolute housewife in her late 40’s and loves to talk. As he was quite accustomed with western habits he greeted every body with a hug. On first occasion as he hugged me I was quite embarrassed. But I later found he was quite casual with the whole thing. Siv was a charming person to talk and pass time with. I met him for the first time after my marriage. He also liked talking to me. Within a few days we were quite friendly with each other and we used to go out together for some little shopping and outing as his wife was busy meeting her parents and her relatives. As Siv came to Calcutta after around six years, there were many things that I could show him around.
On a Saturday we planned to go out for dinner. My husband, Siv, his wife and me. We decided to meet in a restaurant in City Center at round 8.00pm. My husband was supposed to come directly from office and Siv’s wife was also coming directly from her parent’s place. Both Siv and I were to go from home. Siv said before going to City Center I would show you a place where I used to hang out before going to Australia. I said ok. Siv took me to a restaurant in China Town, Tangra. It was a small restaurant not very crowded at that time of evening. They were playing soft live music. Few of the couples were dancing on a low-lit dance floor. Siv sat down at a corner table, which was his favorite. He ordered cold drinks and some fish finger. Soon a middle-aged man came smiling towards him. He introduced me to him as John Lee, the owner of the joint.
Siv started to talk about his old days. While he was talking, I was looking at the dance floor. Suddenly he asked me if would like to dance, with some hesitation I said yes. Siv held my hand and took me to the dance floor. I was wearing a sharee and it was bit difficult to manage while dancing. Siv helped me to wrap it around my shoulder in a nice way and put his hand around my waist. We were dancing close to each other. But I was careful not to rub my body against his. He too was very gentle in his behavior. His hand was on my waist and while dancing he slowly moved it over my back. I did not resist to him as I enjoyed dancing and I never get a chance to dance since my marriage. After dancing for about 10-15 mins we left for City Center.
From the next day I noticed Siv was checking me out when every he was alone. Then he made slow advances my touching me at every possible scope. As a woman I could sense that he was attracted towards me. The wife inside me resisted hard not falling prey to his advances. The women inside me encouraged me to go ahead and have an audacious encounter in life. Always there was my full time maid in our house, so his advances were limited to light touching, smiling and more of eye contacts. Couple of days passed, seeing no adverse reaction from my side his advances were becoming bolder day by day.
One morning I was making tea in the kitchen while my hubby was still sleeping and my maid had gone to get the milk. He came up to me and stood very close behind me. I could feel his warm breath on my shoulder. I turned around once to look at him and just smile a bit. Siv slowly wrapped his arms around me from behind and held me tight against his body. I was wearing a housecoat and he was in his pajamas
By nil_dil on Saturday, September 26, 2009 – 3:04 pm:

I could easily feel his rock hard male tool pressed hard against my ass. I was spell bound and did not know how to react. Siv whispered in my ears, “would you like to spend an evening with me today”. I only slowly nodded my head in consent.
We reached China Town at around 7.00pm. I was wearing a long skirt and a top. As we occupied the usual table and ordered some snacks. Siv invited me for dance, which I gladly accepted. Siv was today in a different mood. He was holding me close to him, almost pressing my 34B moulds against his chest. I was also holding him firmly trying to adjust myself in this new role of mine. Time passed and he was holding me tight, taking the liberty of touching my lower back and ass at every possible moment. Then we returned to our table. Siv called Lee and whispered some thing to him. Lee looked at me smiled, nodded his head and went away. Few minutes later, Lee came back and asked us to follow. I was having no idea where we were going. He led us through the kitchen to a corridor and went back. Siv was now holding my hand and took me inside a room at the end of the corridor.
Siv asked me to wait there and went out. It was a dimly lit room with round table and a couple of chairs. A very unusual aroma filled the room. Suddenly slow music started to play from two small speakers. Siv arrived and closed the door. I was shaking inside in anticipation. Siv smiled and said here we can dance in more privacy. Siv pulled me towards him holding my both hands. His fingers were wondering through my hair. He wrapped me in his arm and placed kiss on my forehead. I closed my eyes and waited for more. Soon his lips were over mine kissing me.
Slowly & passionately, Siv kissed my lips, his one hand slowly caressing my cheek and the other caressing my back. It was a slow teasing kiss and we were locked in a very tight embrace now. My eyes were closed and Siv was savoring every moment. It was an awe and delight mixed emotions running thru me. Me a faithful married women being kissed by a much older man. Slowly Siv’s hand was traveling down my back caressing my butt over the fabric of my dress. I let out a small moan but did not try to disentangle. Siv was taking his time deep kissing me and slowly massaging my arse cheeks and once in a while venturing in the creek between my arse. Slowly Siv started lifting my dress but at this moment, I slowly pushed him away and teasingly said, “Only a kiss”. My face was flush red now. Siv kept on requesting for one more kiss and I kept on denying him (but all in a fun & joking manner) but gave him one more juicy kiss, this time a small one.
Siv made me sit on the table. As I tasted his tongue once more in my mouth, his hands were busy folding my 34B mould of flesh over my top, making its brown buds hard and erect. Siv shifted his focus to removing my top, which I also did not object as it could get crushed in action. Soon my top was on the chair, leaving me in my white bra and skirt. He also removed his t-shirt, reveling his dark and grey hairy chest and medium potbelly.
He started to draw a line on me with his tongue starting from my neck to the valley of my tits, which were still held by my tight bra. As his tongue reached the valley of my tits he quickly unhooked my bra. His hand and mouth replaced my bra; his mouth coved one of my hard nipples while the other was being folded hard with his hand. After his playfulness was over with my tits, he moved to my belly button. As my moans become deeper and louder he switched to more serious business.
I was still sitting on his table, topless, tits smeared with his saliva and he was standing in front of me unhooking my skirt. As I looked on, my skirt soon joined my top & bra on the chair. Now he removed his pants exposing the great bulge in his underwear with a large wet spot. By now I too was impatient to see his size and he was my first aged man. Soon my curiosity was over, as he pulled down his underwear, releasing his hard tool. It was about 7.5” long but very thick, surrounded with dark and grey hairs. It’s dark red crown shining with his pre-cum looked enormous to me.

Siv pulled down my panties to place it on chair. I tried to cover my love tunnel with both my hands. He was in no mood to stop he made my legs wide apart. I closed my eyes and could feel his warm breath falling on my bare thighs. He must be looking at the entrance my love tunnel. Slowly his tongue started to probe the spot at turtle speed. I was lying on the table hypnotized and was juicing profusely. His tongue was teasing me in every possible way. With every passing moment his tongue was becoming more acrobatic, agile and venturing deep inside my love tunnel. I was unable to control my self; my legs were spread wide apart, as if to welcome more of his adventures tongue. My hands were holding his head tight between my legs so that he can reach deep in me. His hands were kneading both my 34B moulds. This continued for about 4-5 mins or may be more I am not sure of. Suddenly I felt like a shock, as if all my veins are going to explode and body started to sever in an unknown pleasure. I moaned out in pleasure as I experienced my first climax of the day
I lay exhausted on the table trying to adjust myself with the overwhelming feeling. Siv was getting ready to fill me up with his eminence man hood. Unable to understand how to stop Siv from embarking on his latest mission; I pushed Siv on a chair and keened before him taking his male stiffness in my mouth. Siv was in my control now. As my amateur tongue rolled more on the crown of his man hood and I tasted more of his pre-cum his body language changed. He was holding my head gently with his hands giving small strokes, so that his man hood move in and out of my mouth.
Now he was in no mood to wait and nor was I, he again made me sit on the table. Now I was completely naked sitting on a restaurant table with my leg spread apart waiting for the big moment. He felt between my legs with his hand, as if to test if I am moist enough to enter.
Then as I spread my legs apart he stood between them holding his tool in his hand to guide it to its current destiny. He took his tool and gently began to rub it up and down my tunnel lips, making me gasp as it touched my clit. The crown slowly settled at the entrance to my tunnel. He tensed his buttocks as he began to increase the pressure. Suddenly Siv made a slight forward movement as dark crown of his tool head pushed into my tunnel, my tunnel lips distended round its massive girth.
As I looked on with pleasure mixed with fear he slowly with great care guided his rock hard, thick tool in me. As his enormous crown disappeared in me I could feel my love tunnel stretching to almost its limit. Soon inch-by-inch his rock hard tool went deeper in me. I looked on with great surprised the tool, which looked so thick, is accommodated in me without any problem. As he was embedded in me, he closed his eyes in pleasure and I was giving out low, deep moans in pleasure. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closed to me. He slowly started to pump me while holding my thighs spread wide apart. After about 8 to 10 min. of slow but steady action his tool started to enter me with greater vigor producing a chuckling sound, with each of his thrust the table also started to make crackling sound.
Siv then remained motionless for about a min or so to catch his breath. Siv came back to life once again by kissing deep on my lips, which I also responded with equal zeal. Siv started to pump me with long beautiful well-timed strokes. He continued for sometime to sink his erectness into the wet warmth of my love nest.
By then I was no longer sitting on the table. He made me to sleep on the table on my back with my legs well placed on two chairs by the side of the table. I was totally out of control moaning out loud in pleasure and response to his push. My tits were bouncing wildly with every thrust he made to bury his tool deep in me. I was bowled over by the resilience of this man. Then to support his balance he placed both his hands on my bouncing tits and pumped with all his might while crushing my tits with hands.
After about 10-12 mins of hard pumping I could feel his tool was bulging again in my tunnel to explode and to give out it’s fresh, warm juice in me. I too was on the verge of a great second orgasm. At the very last moment he took out his tool and sprayed his juice on my stomach and belly button. Then he entered his semi-limp tool again in me. By then my love tunnel was slippery like hell and he went in me almost without any effort. He didn’t have to work much hard any more as I busted in a great second orgasm of the day. (Indian Sex Blog, 2009)

 

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NSFW November: Serria Tawan, Miss November 2002 inadvertently brings out the rabid ANTM commentator in me -- whoops!

Playboy’s Miss November 2002 was actress and model Serria Tawan, seen here in the centerfold posed as a voyeur.
Photographed by Arny Freytag and Stephen Wayda

Note how the light glinting off of the leg of the telescope in the foreground points up a strong diagonal beginning from the bottom left of the composition, that is then intersected by a cross diagonal from the upper left created by her posture and her hand holding one of her braids: together they make an arrow which draws the eye to the undressing couple in the window of the building across the street, who are positioned just above and to the right of the focal attention point of her breasts, making it even more difficult to miss them as the final critical element of the photograph. As your eye moves from left to right, reading the composition, it tells a story: there is a girl. There is a telescope. The girl is using the telescope to look at the couple.

The centerfold was a really good composition. The rest is all over the damned place. Any type of theme with set dressing, poses, or costuming is almost totally absent. Maybe the raincoat is to hint at her being a flasher to boot? Not sure. But it doesn’t get picked back up again even though it’s a fun little kicky erotic detail. Missed opportunity in my book.

From her data sheet
WHEN I GET OLDER:
I want a harem of guys like Hef has women. I want them all diverse. Variety is the spice of life for me.

Get it, girl! I like this lady’s style. If you’re looking to join that harem, you can contact her via her profile on the myspace. In several places on that page, Serria directs you to a website, http://askserria.com, but it is not up and running yet, as far as I can tell.

While the braids are lovely, I like her even better in the above pic, with a gently relaxed weave. She looks younger and very soft and romantic. Even without the bangs, I think this look works better for her than the long braids, and it seems she agrees, as she is apparently rocking it on the reg these days (see below). The only trouble is that it makes her look a lot like phony-evil-queen-witch “ANTM” Cycle 9 winner Saleisha Stowers, who my sister-in-law, husband, and I all unilaterally despise.

Left: Serria Tawan. Right: Saleisha Stowers.

That girl and a competitor, Bianca Golden, were unbelievably cruel to standout contestant Heather Kuzmich of Valpariso, Indiana, who had Asperger’s Syndrome for crissake and still mopped the floor with their jealous asses until Go-Sees, which she only blew because she was not being properly aided. Yes, I have every detail of every cycle of the Tyra Banks reality show “America’s Next Top Model” memorized, and may the good god strike me dead if I ever stop loving the parade of tears, catfights, and girl-girl showers that comprise that gory but gorgeous grand guginol.

Anyway, Saleisha and Bianca were rude, catty, and sneaky about Heather, not to mention super-jealous and totally ignorant of the qualities that made her outshine them week after week, and their insecurities drove them to taunt her and talk about her behind her back like they were twelve and not on national fucking television. Because of that I will forever despise their fake sticky-sweet smiles. Although I was on the Bergie’s website a while ago — just window-shopping; like I could possibly afford something from their store right now — and I know for a fact I recognized Heather modelling some of the dresses in the pictures, so in their snotty, sabotaging, difference-hating faces: time has told, success-wise.

Wow, I think I might need to write some more about Top Model another day. It would appear I have Things to Say.

In other news, Kristy Swanson was on the cover of this one. I have never even seen one episode of the television series, so to me it is she who will always be Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Even though vampires are lame, passe, and ridiculous as all hell, that movie is so great.

Daisy Lowe Goes Naked For A Week

Fashion model Daisy Lowe told how she enjoyed spending a week naked while shooting the latest Pirelli calendar.

Lowe posed for pictures with Australian model Catherine McNeil with only a large tyre slung round their waists to cover their modesty.

Eleven women took part in the shoot. They included UK models Lily Cole, who floated under water, and Rosie Huntington-Whitely, who posed on the beach in a pair of white knickers with a number “10″ slogan.

A video of the making of the calendar was shown at its press launch in London, which also showed Lowe spraying herself with a water hose.

Semi-naked models spent time running across beaches in exotic locations and mud wrestling, also using tyres and even a rooster as props.

Lowe did not appear to have any qualms about stripping off. She told reporters: “It was quite freeing, being able to be naked for a week.”

The 2010 Pirelli Calendar, now in its 37th edition, was shot by American photographer Terry Richardson, known for his outrageous and provocative approach.

The 30 images were billed as “a return to the natural, authentic atmospheres and images of the ’60s and ’70s” where “naturalness prevails over technique”.

Richardson told reporters he was “very excited” to be asked to shoot the calendar.

Put to him that the models all looked very young, he said: “I did not really take into consideration anything about age or anything … I work with girls that I know. Obviously everyone’s 18 or older.”

NSFW November: Holly Witt, Miss November 1995

I’ll be honest: Miss November 1995, Holly Witt, mainly bores the crap out of me, and I feel like Playboy did not put their best effort forward with this pictorial’s disjointed themes, nor did they demand enough of the model.

Photography by Arny Freytag and Stephen Wayda
I just feel like this shoot could have been done better. I’m surprised Arny Freytag was involved. Possibly he only did the centerfold and this Wayda character did the rest.

The kiddie pool picture is actually pretty good. And the one below of her in the salon chair with her hand to her head is okay. But the rest come off wooden to me and look like something from a much cheaper magazine. It’s a shame that they let her get away with just doing the kind of arched back, pouty mouth thing, because I think she was capable of more. Some more stringently unusal or less stiff poses could have made the shoot kind of this interesting and erotic, challenging look at the trope of the slutty housewife: the set dressing and pastel but somehow lurid, vivid colors would have worked great with that.

Instead, because she was allowed to go with Porn 101 posing of chipmunk face and out-thrust breasts (not that there is anything wrong with that pose in its appropriate context), the shoot just falls in to pornographic fantasy pictures instead of doing the more dynamic and interesting thing by elevating it a level further and erotically, cleverly referring to that genre, rather than crassly being it. Does this make sense?

Anyway, fuck this shoot. The rest of the text is going to be quotes from an interview that also ran in this issue by contributing editor Lawrence Gobel with none other than superbomb flyass mothafucka Mr. Harvey Keitel.

PLAYBOY: You must be aware of how people react to you. You’ve developed a reputation as a powerful actor willing to dare exposure.
KEITEL: I’m smiling now as you say dare. I mean, that’s what I do. I don’t know what to say, except that it comes naturally to me. You want to call it daring? OK. I look at it as being.

KEITEL: Here’s a man who is doing the job of a pimp and a girl who is working as a prostitute. It’s monstrous, it’s horrible. But that wasn’t my approach to it. My approach was as a working man. Often, pimps are brilliant people caught up in life’s misfortunes. It’s like this whole debate going on about the welfare system: Is it the fault of the poor or of their circumstances? I believe a great deal of it has to do with their circumstances, not just because they are irresponsible.

PLAYBOY: How could Reservoir Dogs have gone further?
KEITEL: Perhaps there was some way to make the universal quest more obvious to an audience.
PLAYBOY: You may have a point—most people saw it as a violent movie, not one of some Arthurian quest.
KEITEL: I never saw it as a violent film. … I see it more as a story about a man who is in need of nourishing a younger man, of being a father figure, of being an example. It’s a quest we’re all on.

You can read the full interview here, which I strongly recommend because Keitel mercilessly fucks with Gobel the entire time; he is enigmatic and a dick and just all-around brooking no publicity machine bullshit. He is the consummate Man. I love him so well.

In closing and to bring it back to the subject of this entry, I will merely add that if you are on a date with the lovely and talented Ms. Witt and are thinking of impressing her with a story about Pythagoras or Fermat, shut your piehole, because she lists among her turn-offs “math and history.” Awesome.

Kelly Brook: "It is very easy to get naked"

Kelly Brook, who posed naked for Calendar Girls, has acknowledged that she has absolutely no emotions anymore when it comes to play scenes of nudity or to pose in the costume of Eve.

“The getting naked is the easy bit. I’ll make sure I have to get naked in every contract!

“In Calendar Girls I’m working with some fantastic women. We cover ourselves with various props, but obviously there are a couple of slips now and then!”

Although most boyfriends are offended by their girlfriends nudity, Danny Cipriani, Kelly’s boyfriend is not bothered by the fact that she appears naked in different roles or photos.

“Danny is cool with it, he came on the first night and loved it. But he did tell me, ‘You need to slow down because you talk too quickly’. I was so nervous the first night, so he gave me constructive criticism.”

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Porn sells well all over the world. I bet whoever invents the software that can strip all actors/actresses playing in non-porn movies off their clothes and show them naked will make millions. Shall I bother mentioning the benefits that come with the software? No need to re-shoot movies. Just take any non-porn movie you want, activate the software on your pc and watch them naked. After you make your first couple of millions selling the software, celebrities will sue you and try to stop you. That’s when you render it open-source and become adored by billions more who will get free access to it. Relax kid, it was just a joke ))))

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Peace Out

I’ll be away from the computer for the next few days, check back next week, hopefully I’ll be back up and running then. In the meantime, if you don’t have a kid, do me a favor and:

Walk around your house naked

Spend the money you’d have to spend on diapers on wine

Sleep til 10am this Saturday (but get in bed, this tub does not look comfy)

Just cause you can. -K

Jessica Alba, hard sex scene from "The Killer Inside Me"

One of the most wanted actresses in the pages of man magazines, Jessica Alba didn’t want to give up her clothes. Even in her movies, the beautiful star has not revealed too much, leaving the imagination of men wander.

Here, however, that things changed. After the birth of her daughter, Honor Marie, Jessica accepted a challenging and shocking role.

In “The Killer Inside Me,” the Hollywood diva reveals a completely different face. Jessica finds herself involved in a hard sexual game, with almost violent outbursts and a crazy game of sex.

The film promises to be a success. Who wouldn’t want to see Jessica nude over the spotlight involved in a hard core sexual game ?

Don't be afraid to sit on my bed

Tyra Banks says we should sleep in a bra and nothing else because we are in a constant battle with gravity but our vaginas need to breathe. I must say: she is right. But seeing as gravity has little affect on my chest (and I actually like to be able to expand and contract the cavity which houses my lungs) I ignore the bra part of her advice. I went to bed naked last night. It’s probably one of the most amazing things you can do. Maybe you know this already, but for those of you who don’t, even if you’re unlucky enough to not have a vagina, you need to try it. You won’t be sorry…unless someone walks in while you’re asleep and you’re a cover-kicker.

Tyra Banks has lots of other good advice. For example, you should always smize when your picture is being taken. To smize = to smile with your eyes. It’s basically advanced squinting. But don’t just squint, she’ll yell at you for that.

And you should be proud of your fat ass, but only after you’ve lost thirty pounds.

Furthermore, Ms. Banks thinks that, when you feel attacked by everyone, you shoud sit on the opposite side of the room from all of them and let them go around in a circle and say exactly how you’ve hurt them.

Also, Tyra Banks was rooting for you–we were all rooting for you! And she has never in her life yelled at a girl like this!

Take responsibility for yourself. So sayeth Tyra.

Anyway, sleep naked.

You watched her deep-throat that banana. Check-mate.

Brad from Charlotte

 

This story may be a short one, and it actually may sound very familiar as it is one of the stories that I have heard over and over again when discussing relationships.  It is not that this specific event described happens over and over.  It is that at a moment in the relationship there is a whoa-moment. Our hero in this story, Bard, had his girlfriend for ten months at the moment that this story begins.  They were great together, he made her happy when she was sad, they could function and actually have fun together at bars and at parties.  (Lesson:  This is important, you may have grown accustom to the fact that bars and parties are fun when single and with your boys.  But bars and parties are just as much fun in a relationship.  But remember that single girls/guys find committed girls/guys attractive.  Just talk about it with her before you go out, not that it is going to be an issue but you want to be on the same page and ready to have fun.)

Brad’s friends were her friends and vice versa, they would have nights where she would invite her friends over and he would not feel out-of-place.  Eventually they got all of their friends to find a couple nights a month to all meet up at their apartment.  Brad would always go out of his way to make sure that his girlfriend was having a good time and he took the responsibility of coming up with themes for their parties and then take his girlfriend out shopping and let her pick up the items she wanted, the drinks, the costumes, all her decision and all for her.  And he would always find a moment in the night to steal her away from the party and sneak her to the top of their apartment building, or into a closet, or out in the hallway and just kiss her and enjoy being together.

Our hero was the party leader, he would demand and make sure that everyone was enjoying their night as if it was their first and last party.  Brad would switch from being kind and gentle with one of the girls at the party and then would push a couple of the guys around to loosen them up.  And on nights that there were no parties, our hero would still be in party-leader mode.  Brad would go from being nice and gentle with his girl and then loosen her up and getting her to be completely open and honest about her real emotions and sex.  (Lesson:  I cannot tell you enough, having an honest relationship pays off.)

One party, Brad enticed a couples game of ‘Truth or Dare’ and Brad and his girlfriend knew that this game would always but a couple in an awkward position.  But Brad would always bring the mood back and never let the awkward situation take control.  He would get everyone to laugh it off and move on.  So Brad’s friend dared a girl, rumored to have no gag-reflex, to deep-throat a banana.  All the guys in the room smiled, even our hero, because they all knew the rumor and they all had imaginations… and put those two together and this moment was highly anticipated.  The girls, well of course they moaned and said how gross and stupid guys were.  Some of them laughed because they knew the rumor, but most rolled their eyes.  But Brad silenced everyone and told the girl that she had to, it was a dare and if she did not want to take the dare she had to chug two beers.

Brad’s girlfriend was slightly bothered that he was pushing this on the girl.  But the girl said that she would and the crowd fell silent while they watched, except for Brad.  Our hero applauded and went to give his friend a high-five when he realized that no one else was as excited.  (Lesson: Be excited on the inside, girls may feel intimidated or have some kind of self-esteem issue when another girl is in the room that can make her boyfriend get that excited.  So quiet down, breathe, and pay attention to how your girl reacts.)

The game continued and our hero realized that the mood was getting awkward so he switched the game to ‘Shot Golf’.  (Lesson:  You need a putter, golf balls, and red-plastic cup.  Split into teams of 2-4 per team, and each person gets a chance to hit the ball into the cup and have the ball stay in the cup.  The losing team has to do a shot of beer or liquor, you pick.)  Our hero was trying to find his usual partner for ‘Shot Golf’ but she was missing.  He walked into his bedroom, and there she was packing her stuff.  She asked him if he liked a girl that deep throats and, in a moment of pure-honesty, our hero told her who doesn’t.  Well our hero knew that girls did not want to hear that kind of response, but he did not realize that she was seriously upset about the issue.  And she left Brad having to play ‘Shot Golf’ by himself.

(Lesson:  This is something you will face, a.k.a. the whoa-moment.  It may be from a girl on a television show, a movie, a poster, or just a girl walking by on the street.  Just do not react the way you would as if you are with your guy friends, work on reacting in a less obvious way.  Curl your toes, crack your knuckles, bite your tongue.  But know this, she reacts to stimuli too.  Girls just know how to hide it better.)

Sydney Explicit Nude Modelling Plans

I’ll be heading off to Sydney Wednesday for some shoots, one is nude glamour for an artists project for an exhibition. One is adult photos for adult website submissions. This time around will be stripping out of clothes, open legged holding lips open and insertion of fingers and props into my pussy.

Misstress Torna_Do graciously informed me that queen of spades in swinging and hotwifing applies/indicates women with ONLY black lovers. I asked the meaning of them on anklets in my last entry.

Cucking Ideas

(These are mostly on the ‘dog’ theme) If your hubby is really into the humiliation aspect you could make him sleep in a dog bed that night or at your feet on the bed. Or you could use him as a foot rest while you watch your favourite show and your favourite meal that he slaved over previously for you.

My cuck always loves the idea of licking me out while I enjoy a smoke and blow smoke in his face, or watch some porn that appeals to me and tell him how I imagine it’s the men from the porn touching me. Using a strap on is always a good display of dominance and is sure to keep your cuck submissive to you.

Submale34 – I’ve heard of the cb3000 and looked at one online a while ago, but wondered if it would cater to my cuck as his dick is 6.5inches in length? I don’t have a strap-on, but plan to get one when I can. Mainly so my cuck can use it to fuck me without the pleasure he wants, and also to fuck my cuck.

Mistress Torna_Do – thanks for the spades definition. Always a pleasure to hear from another cuckoldress, I appreciate the support =) so you are going to have the final initiation for your cuck hubby? Some of my ideas are in this entry. More cuckolding ideas are mentioned above in this post.

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XOX