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Archive for October, 2007

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Sunday, October 14th, 2007

Sex Kittens on the Prowl ~ October 2007

And you thought you’d just go blind.
Boys in love with boys. Read all about it…maybe.
CIA Operative on Monogamy
Do blondes really have more fun?
Empowerment via Sex Work
Feminist Porn (I can dig it)
Gracie writes dirty…sorta.
Hepburn’s and Loren’s sexy eyes: You can have them, too.
It’s not the Pink Floyd song, dummy!
Just maybe it’s not the tits, but the hair.
Kissing and Telling with Kat
Latex Lust with Gracie and the Baroness
My hero, Dorothy Parker
Nylon Fetish, anyone?
Oh, oh! Slip of a Girl is smitten.
Pissed off Pussy..it’s you’re lucky day!
Quite interesting porn movie review, if I do say so, myself.
Rough Rocking Janis Joplin
Suburban Munster Goddess
Terrible Twos: MILF Dee Dee and Goddess Gracie.
Upstairs FUCKING!
Vanilla for this Kitty. Meow.
Women (particularly Kitten-Girls) are awesome!
X-Rated Sex Laws?
You MUST see this movie!
Zensational writing right here! (wink)

Cross Dressing Devil

Saturday, October 13th, 2007

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I couldn’t resist stealing this from Slip of a Girl.  How she finds this stuff is beyond me.  But she sure knows how to treasure hunt.

Along with her passion for all things feminine, Slip of a Girl also digs vintage erotica and lingerie.  Which makes readers of her blog very lucky.  Very lucky, indeed.  I personally think it is one of the best blogs on the web today.  But, then again, I’m a sucker for all things girly.

If you have a stocking fetish or panty fetish, or just like to look at pretty girly things, or want to know what is the newest fem-fad…bookmark her blog and check often.  You won’t be disappointed.

And…I have a bit of news about Slip of a Girl, which I will tell you in the next few days.

xo, Angela

The Mystique of Porno Person

Wednesday, October 10th, 2007

When I read his blog, Prurient Interests, I never know what is real and what is fantasy. If you knew him like I know him, you would understand. Because Porno Person is a good friend and a caller. I know for a fact that he practices kink at least on a semi-regular basis; I’ve seen the pictures! And, no, I will not show them to you. That he trusts me is something I would never dishonor.

Porno Person also happens to be a talented writer, editor and publisher. This I also know first hand, and, again, I will not kiss and tell. Anyway, he’s kinda-sorta given me carte blanche to use his blog entries if I am so inclined. And today I am. So with out further ado, I present the following. Fact or Fiction? You decide. Or maybe Porno Person will stop by and tell us.

Her Little Friend

I was all set to meet my friend Grace for an afternoon romp when I got an unexpected call from her.

“I have something I need to ask you,” she said solemnly. “I have a friend over and I’m wondering if it’s okay if she stays. I’d like her to be there when we play.”

I had been expecting a cancellation or worse. The addition of another woman for our rendezvous didn’t sound too bad at all.

When I arrived, I was introduced to April; a diminutive lass with a voluptuous figure. She seemed slightly shy and very cute. She stayed close to Grace, almost as if she were afraid of me.

Grace always appreciated my tongue. An avowed bi-sexual, Grace swore that I could preform cunnilingus better than any lesbian she knew. She couldn’t wait much more than a few minutes to shuck her clothes and get up onto her knees on the bed. “Come lick me, darling,” she purred, her shaved pussy beckoning to me.

I got an idea and told April, “If you really want to make Grace happy, do what I do…” I got down on my knees at the edge of the bed and she followed my lead. I took Grace’s tender left foot into my hand and she took the right one. I put my mouth over her big toe and began to suckle at it. Grace began moaning and this quickly turned into a squeal of pleasure as April began sucking on the big toe of Grace’s right foot.

We both knelt there, licking and massaging Grace’s feet. Grace quickly slid a finger down the slit of her pussy and began masturbating as April and I worshiped her tender toes. I watched as April’s tongue slithered along Grace’s arch and heard Grace moan, “It’s taking everything I have to not cum right now…”

I knew how much Grace loved having her feet worshiped and could tell that April was enjoying hearing Grace moan and groan as much as I did. Holding her hand flat over her pussy, Grace was pushing herself against her palm when she said, “I can’t take it anymore. Mike, I need your tongue in my ass.”

Grace was one of the only people that ever requested that I rim her. Since then, I was always sure to provide this to her. It was a special bond between us, I felt. She got up onto her knees, turning over and offering her tanned bottom to me. I got up on the bet behind her, kneeling on all fours, and slid my tongue up and down the crack. April still kneeled by the side of the bed, watching us.

As I pushed my tongue into the tight rosebud of Grace’s ass, I felt a wonderful sensation. April had crawled up onto the bed with us and gotten underneath me to take my cock in her mouth. As I pushed my tongue in and out of Grace’s tight ass, April was sliding her mouth up and down on my cock. Her hunger for cock was voracious. I had never felt someone so enthusiastic about fellatio before. It felt like her tongue was another hand, grabbing and stroking me as she slurped noisily between my legs. I felt light headed as I continued tongue fucking Grace’s ass.

It was as if April’s vacuum mouth was sucking the cum right out of me. I moaned into Grace’s ass and began orgasming as April gulped down my cum.

Not wanting to leave anyone out, Grace turned over onto her back and told April, “Bring that sweet pussy over here.” April put her legs around Grace’s head as she began licking April with gusto. I watched this for a few minutes before I sank back between Grace’s legs and began licking her pussy. I could hear her moans muffled under April and this seemed to telegraph up through and out of April who joined in the chorus of pleasure. It was like I was licking both Grace and April at the same time as the intensity of my tongue on Grace’s clit seemed to mirror that which she applied to April’s. Soon they were both writhing and moaning as they orgasmed in tandem, something that I’ll never forget.

We collapsed in a heap of bodies, April to Grace’s right and me to her left as we both lay in her arms and slowly ran our hands over Grace’s glistening body. We chatted a while until April and I looked at each other and then both took Grace’s nipple’s into our mouths, starting the whole thing all over again…

Kissing Her Ass

Saturday, October 6th, 2007

Would it really be so bad? Don’t you just want to crawl up her legs and worship that ass with your mouth?

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Photo courtesy of Secondhand Rose. I haven’t a clue as to whom the ass belongs. Could be Rose’s, could be Francine’s or Blair’s or Maddie’s or Candy’s or Melinda’s…or or or.

All I know for sure…it is damn sexy. I almost want to give it a little smooch-a-roonie myself.

xo, Angela

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Shooting the Breeze

Thursday, October 4th, 2007

So for the second time I’ve joined a gym. Last year’s endeavor, well, the place was just too far away–eating up at least three hours of my precious life every time I went. This one is a lot closer–I can make it there in ten minutes. And I have access to a personal trainer if I so desire. Plus there is a hair salon and nail salon in the same complex, which you can bet I will be checking out.

So for the last three days I’ve been working out on these machines, hoping that I can become physically stronger, particularly my upper body. Due to regularly (five days/week) jogging/walking five miles, my legs could practically be registered as lethal weapons. If you are into smothering and/or queening, I’m you girl…I’m talking major headlock, baby cakes.

There is a series of probably 15 machines which, according to my trainer, I have to utilize–NO SKIPPING!–during my visit. I am breezing through the ones concentrating on calves, hips, and thighs. But the ones where I have to work my arms in a variety of torturous combinations are kicking my cute little ass, let me tell you!

But there is good news: Today I actually did the circuit twice, with my trainer only correcting my “form” on one of the machines. I think this is going to grow on me. Because even though my arms are aching a tad right now, all and all, I feel fantastic. In fact, I just might be able to take you in a bout of arm wrestling. Well, maybe in a few weeks or so.

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Now lets talk about my hair. I recently had more highlights put in…and it looks fucking fabulous. I am paying $180 for this service, because I believe you get what you pay for. My hair happens to be important to me. As it is with most women. Unfortunately the original hairdresser lost her zing or enthusiasm or something. I switched to another girl at the salon who actually seems to want to do her best for me. Which is what I expect when I am spending this kind of money and tipping very well. So we may have World War III at the salon, or perhaps a minor skirmish, as these girls are usually very territorial about clientèle.

Regardless, I made my choice, I love the new hairdresser…so screw the old one with the bad attitude. She should have at least pretended to give a damn.
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If you’re a Top Chef fan–and I am sooo a super fan–you watched last night and saw that Hung beat out Casey and Dale to take the title of Top Chef for season three. I’ve been hooked on this show from the first season, even though I’m not much for fancy dishes. What engages my interest is the passion these people have for what they do.

I have to admit that I’ve kinda caught the REALITY TV bug…with at least some semblance of reason. I don’t do The Bachelor, or Survivor, or Dancing with the Stars and a whole lot more. But I do have a thing for Project Runway and American Idol. I didn’t want to get hooked; it all started with Fantasia who won the third season of American Idol. I was just flipping through the channels, when I saw this girl just belting out a song like there was no tomorrow. I stuck around to see who she was, and there I was–signed, sealed, delivered–a new American Idol junkie.

Reality TV is big time these days. So much so that MTV sees the need to distinguish it’s new show, Kaya, which is not a reality show, with the following blurb: “MTV’s New Scripted Show.” I found that quite telling in re. to what’s happening all over the tube today.

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I think men in boxers are so sexy. Men in panties can be sexy too, though. And don’t you forget it.

xo, Angela

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