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true art.

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March 31, 2010 at 5:10 pm

new work uniforms…

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March 30, 2010 at 12:31 am


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March 28, 2010 at 1:18 pm

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do the long distance grind

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oh email grinding… gotta love it.

from the archives:

we are in the kitchen of your house…  it’s late.  we are sharing a whiskey on the rocks… the bottle is empty.
i am standing at the sink washing my hands and i feel you press into me from behind… your lips barely touching my ear… you exhale…
your mouth is still cold from your last sip, you kiss my neck… first soft.  slowly harder till you are biting so hard i have to turn around…
you grab both my legs and prop me up onto the counter.  unbutton my pants and pull them off… black lace panties stay on…
you kneel down and kiss my inner thigh, around to my ass, up to my stomach… till you land in between my legs.  you run your nose along my pussy through my panties… you can feel how wet i am through them…
with one finger you pull them to the side and breath in…
so soft and so deliberate you spread my lips and run your tongue all the way up… and again…
you put your fingers inside me and feel my soaking wet pussy pulsing on them… you hold me down on them tightly…
you suck on my clit till your cock is so hard it feels like it is going to shoot off, you stand up and pull me down.  you rip my panties off and toss me around so my stomach is on the cold tile counter… prop one leg up, and spit on my asshole, then on your hand, and rub it all over my ass and pussy…
you take your cock in your hand and in one forceful thrust you are all the way inside of me… your cock is rock solid… it almost hurts… you thrust again… hard…it hurts.  i beg for more…
you grab my hair like a rein and while you start thrusting harder and faster you ask me what i want…

“tell me what you want you baby…”

“i want it in my ass daddy…”

“tell me again… tell me how bad you want it…”

“i want your fucking cock in my ass… please daddy… i want it so fucking bad…”

you pull your cock out of my pussy.  i turn around and kneel down… i spit on it.  i spit again.  while i stroke your cock i reach up on the counter for a cup with ice in it… i put one in my mouth, suck on it and spit it back…

i take my tongue and swirl it round the head of your cock.  it is so cold… and so wet… i slide your cock all the way in my mouth… and i suck it.  and i suck it good.  while i suck your cock i reach around and start to finger my asshole… you watch…

you pull me up and spin me around again…  ass up in the air i reach around and grab your cock… dripping with my spit…
i pull you towards me… slowly… grasping your cock hard with my hand i guide you inside… just the head… wait…

i feel it pulse with excitement…
i relax and slowly pull you all the way in.

“go slow”

you slowly push in and pull out… my asshole is so tight and dripping with spit… i can hear you breathing so heavy… it feels amazing…
i rub my clit while you start to fuck me harder… and harder…

“you like that don’t you you fucking whore…”
“i fucking love it… fuck my ass… fuck it hard…”
“i’ll fuck your ass you fucking slut… tell me you love it… ”

“i love it daddy… i fucking love your huge cock in my tight little asshole… goddam it!”

we both cum.


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March 27, 2010 at 12:56 pm


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March 24, 2010 at 3:20 pm


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the japanese do it again!! a sex machine grand prix. brilliant.
idk the hell they are saying… but i’m pretty sure it’s fucking amazing.

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March 24, 2010 at 12:45 am

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12:30 am. Sunday March 22nd, via txt:

icecreeem: I’m sittin in this bar and we’re all talkin about how much we love you.  big kisses.  all over.

ladyothelakes: heyyyyooooo.  more action than i’ve gotten in weeks.

icecreeem: yeah… i got some this weekend.  but it was pretty standard.  dude flinched when i put my hand on his throat.  snorezville.

ladyothelakes: lame.  i just get random texts from dudes saying “i want to cum on your face, lick it off, and spit it in your mouth”.

icecreeem: ok… was that text from ____?  cuz i got that one too.  i mean… let’s be real.  that is FUUUUUUUUNNNY.

ladyothelakes: hhahhahhahahhahahha does he mass text that shit!?!?!  I KNEW IT!

icecreeem: yeah.  he does.  MeGA LOLZ.

ladyothelakes: the one where he wanted to lick it up and spit it back in!?!?!? AHHAHhahhahHAhaa…

icecreeem: YES.  that one.  like… verbatem (sp?)

ladyothelakes: wow.  just wow. (and it’s verbatim)

icecreeem: thanks babe.  you’re the good speller of the bunch.  and yeah… just wow.

ladyothelakes: seriously!?! i do not send out mass sexts.  WHO DOES THAT!?

icecreeem: that dude.  to girls who he kNOWS write a sex blog together.  fuckinfail.

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March 22, 2010 at 11:55 pm

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jiz and the mammograms

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March 16, 2010 at 12:11 pm

sxsw, i wanna make luv in this club

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March 16, 2010 at 11:53 am

Finding The Right Vessel

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New Year’s resolutions are made to be broken say the folks who break them. Sometime this past January, I joined their ranks. While not clear on the exact wording of my resolution, it had something to do with making an effort to cultivate a “normal” relationship or one that gives the illusion of normalcy (mediocrity), so I joined a dating website. These are interesting institutions, but just because you pay thirty bucks a month, doesn’t mean it’s guaranteed to work. What is guaranteed, in Los Angeles anyway, is that if a man invites you over for dinner at his place it’s a clear indication that sex will follow. It was our second date. The drinks were great, the main course was nothing more than some sort of pasta and broccoli, dessert was three minutes of tube steak. There seems to be something about the way I flex my back muscles, arms outstretched across the headboard, while getting it from behind that makes a guy blow is wad. I should know better by now. I left feeling less than filled up.

Enter the start of my second week of work, behind the scenes, on some late, cable-channel films, aka Skinemax. Insult to injury is that I have been watching young, up and cumming porn stars dry-fuck each other for a week (as this is “soft-core” they don’t really do it in these, but the same kids do all the porn). I was more impressed with the female performers so far. Then one tall, blond, wall of a man and veteran of the genre rolled onto set. He seemed trashy and full of himself. After his first scene of the morning, it was obvious that he had made some of the men around set uncomfortable. I guess it was the way he reached around and grabbed his co-star (a leggy brunette) by the throat while he fucked her from behind. No one noticed me move closer to the monitor intrigued by his method. Or maybe it was the way he repeatedly smacked her ass, not hard, just enough.

A mild flirtation led to the divulgence that he was in from San Diego and needed a place to stay for the night. I needed someone to do it right. After work, I met him back at my place. I showed him my bedroom. He went down on me and plugged every hole he could find with a digit. Then we started the intercourse portion of our evening. For a second he almost let go. He got up out of bed abruptly and stretched. I was charmed by his consideration. He’s a biter, so we wrestled around a bit more before I got on top and rode that shit. Being much bigger than I, it was nothing for him to just flip me any which way he wanted and even take one opportunity to spit on my asshole,  a bit forward for a first night.  At some point there we were, looking into each other’s eyes with hands on each others throats. No asphyxiation (I don’t do that anymore) just enough pressure to let the other person know that we are there and long enough for a simultaneous climax.

Having some professional cock more than made up for the disappointing flop that had occurred the night before. The dating website guy called, but I never called back. I just can’t respect a guy who does it on the second date and I don’t feel the need to go back down that road if I don’t get off. My porn star, on the other hand, has been inviting me down to San Diego for a couple of weeks now and let me know when he was going on a small tour with Chippendale’s. Impressive? Yes. Dateable? No.  As they say, “A safe port in every town.”

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March 15, 2010 at 7:31 pm

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