Monday, March 22, 2010

There are no coincidences or comfortable poses

Note to self: Do not do a long reclining pose with your arm above your head ever again. Ever.

Not there are any comfortable poses, mind you. Don’t believe me? OK, why don’t you go lie down on the couch. Go ahead, get comfy. Put one arm above your head, put your other arm wherever you want (yes, you can put it in your pants, if that’s what moves you). All set? Now, hold that same pose for 30 minutes. You can fall asleep, but just don’t move. How’s that arm feeling? (Um, the one above your head, perv.) Is it asleep? Does it tingle? But wait! There’s more! Get back into that pose and hold it for another hour. It’s OK. I’ll wait for you. *whistles while filing nails*

Oh, you poor baby. Are you a bit stiff (ahem)? Feeling a kink in your neck? Got a spasm? Yeah, now you know how I feel, and you will believe me when I tell you that there are no comfortable poses.

I meant for this to be a longer post, but I must go model. We’ll talk about this more tomorrow, in addition to revisiting the importance of music while modeling, strange requests, and other odd fodder.


Friday, March 19, 2010

Being at The Right Place at The Right Moment

Not only did the Poet have a knack for seducing each and every one of the two legged dear whose curvaceous and well stacked hourglass figures managed to catch his roving eyes. The brown haired, sky blue eyed and well hung two legged dear hunter also had the downright amazing and rather annoying ability to be in the right place at exactly the right moment as well. Like the time many years ago when he attended his college roommate’s family reunion, a shindig complete with lots of pretty half dressed women, one of the best and more popular county music bands around and more than enough beer to guzzle.

Bummed out by the loud music and the milling crowd of red necks swilling booze the Poet found himself walking down one of the trails through the nearby woods. In search of some solitude when he looked up to see a vision of loveliness storming towards him who was moving so fast that the two legged dear hunter could see the orbs of her melon sized breasts bounce wildly up and down upon her chest. Clad in a pair of blue jean cutoffs and light blue ribbed tank top that appeared to be at least one size, if not two, too small for the wearer. The Poet couldn’t help but become aroused as his male sexual organ began to harden with the desire to taste the sweetness of her wetness even as he wondered what had made her so made in the first place.

Moving to the side of the trail as the Poet watched the scantily clad curvaceous and well stacked daughter of mother nature storm towards him so that she could pass without having to step off the trail. The two legged dear hunter soon realized that once again he’d managed to be in the right place at the right time. When the curvaceous goddess reached out and grabbed his arm as she ordered in a commanding voice, “Come with me.” then set off in the direction from which the Poet had been coming as she pulled the two legged dear hunter along with her like a puppy dog on a leash.

Skirting the field where the pagan rites of dancing to loud music and swilling booze continued apace the scantily clad curvaceous and well stacked goddess. Led the well hung Poet down another side trail that ended up at an old barn out of sight of the line of sight of the drunken participants of the festivities. Opening the side door which squeaked  loudly in protest upon its rusty hinges the daughter of mother nature, who is the goddess of reproductive love, led the Poet inside. Where she ordered the Poet in a commanding voice dripping with feminine sexuality to follow her up the ladder on the opposite wall that led upwards into the darkness of the hidden loft. Before scrambling up the ladder like a squirrel scampering across a tree limb where she disappeared into the looming oppressive darkness. Right before the curious up turned sky blue eyes of the well hung Poet who stood there at the bottom of the ladder gazing upon her cute heart shaped and tight little ass.

Upon entering the loft which was lit up with the soft filtered sunlight beaming down from the skylight window built into the roof into what appeared to be an abandoned storeroom of some sort or other. The well hung Poet found the raven haired scantily clad daughter of mother nature waiting for him where she stood beside a single bed that looked like it hadn’t been slept in for quite some time. Who by the time the Poet stepped off the ladder had kicked off the tennis shoes she was wearing and slid her blue jean cutoffs. Off the curves of her hips and down her clean shaven long slender legs and removed both of her feet from the puddle of cottony fabric around her ankles. Then as the Poet turned around to face the lovely raven haired goddess the daughter of mother nature had already crossed her arms and was in the process of pulling off over her head the light blue ripped tank top she was wearing. So that she stood there in the soft filtered sunlight falling down through the built in skylight clad only in her matching sexy red Victoria Secrets thong panties and pushup bra. As she greeted the well hung two legged dear hunter with a come hither too smile dancing upon the soft curves of her full lips as she reached behind her back and unfastened the clasp holding her red pushup bra together.

It only took a moment for the wayward curvaceous and bosomy goddess to shake out the melon sized orbs of the milk jugs perched upon her well endowed chest. As she released her ripe breasts from the lacy cups of their prison and tossed her red Victoria Secrets pushup bra off to the side where it lay upon the bare wooden floor. For the moment out of sight and out of mind as she bent over in order to remove the matching red thong she was wearing which soon joined her bra as she stood back up to her full height in all the naked glory of the al natural womanly beauty mother nature had blessed her wayward daughter.

But that was long enough for the brown haired, sky blue eyed and well hung Poet to get the silent message reflected in the liquid pools of her deceitful eyes as he watched in silence. As the ripe orbs of the two legged incubator’s mammary glands fell down towards the bare wooden floor where they swayed gently back and forth like the milk filled teats of a jersey cow as she removed her sexy red thong. Without averting his eyes from the spectacular sight of the curvaceous and bosomy raven haired goddess who now stood naked before him. The well hung two legged dear hunter absentmindedly removed his own clothes until a few moments later he two stood naked. Before the wayward raven haired daughter of mother nature who was intent on avenging herself of her unfaithful husband’s infidelity whom she’d seen making out with one of her cousin’s deep in the woods.

Like the moon helplessly ensnared within the orbit of good ole mother earth’s sphere of influence as it travels across the night sky. The well hung Poet found himself drawn into the outstretched arms of the scorned raven haired daughter of mother nature whose heart, mind and soul burned with anger and vengeance. Who drew the naked well hung two legged dear hunter down onto the bed in a tangle of arms and legs as they playfully wrestled each other for dominance. Which the curvaceous and bosomy daughter of mother nature won hands down when she found herself sitting atop the Poet whom she’d managed to pin  beneath her like a preying mantis in a display case. With the entire length of the two legged impregnator’s male sexual organ buried within the welcoming warmth of the love canal nestled between her legs. As she sat astride his bow-flex crafted and well hung body in the exact same unladylike manner that she enjoyed riding her father in laws expensive thoroughbred stallions.

Throughly enjoying being boffed by one of mother nature’s curvaceous and full bosomed creations. The Poet watched as the milk jugs of his unexpected sex partner bounced up and down like twin bowels of jell-o  as she impaled herself upon the pole of his male sexual organ. In an attempt to ride out the storm of anger howling within her heart and mind as she sought vengeance upon her unfaithful spouse. (Who even now was in the woods boffing one of her cousins whom she’d never even suspected of being a rival for the sexual attentions of the father of her  children.) By willingly acting as a sperm receptacle and perhaps baby incubator for the fertile seed of one of her unfaithful husband’s financial and sexual competitors.  Unaware that she was sliding up and down the pole of a being who had the ability to not only read her mind but could make her become his willing sex slave. At any moment in time that he chose to do so as well as had the ability to consume the sweet essence of her inner being- her so called immortal feminine soul. In order to recharge the powers over the bodies, minds and souls of the individual members of the feminine gender; bestowed upon him by mother nature herself who as the creator of the entire human race in all of the splendor of its diversity is also the goddess of reproductive love.

Using his telepathic powers the Poet reached into the naked daughter of mother nature’s mind and stimulated the sexual pleasure nodes  located within her brain. Intentionally holding back his own orgasm as he deliberately helped the troubled goddess to achieve the orgasm she so desperately wanted to experience at that very moment. Who responded by closing her eyes as she threw back her head and cried out ecstatically into the air as her loins climaxed again and again. Only to collapse a few moments later throughly exhausted and drained of the energy fueling the storm of emotions warring with each other inside her heart and mind until peace reigned at last.

Catching the naked daughter of mother nature within his arms the Poet quickly turned over and trapped his willing captive beneath his muscular bow-flex crafted body. As he intentionally took full advantage of her momentary weakness to pin her curvy backside to the mattress of the single bed upon which they were lying. Like a lovely butterfly in a display case as the well hung Poet allowed himself to cut loose in a flurry of motion as he humped the ever living daylights out of the wayward daughter of mother nature. Who continued to cry out in ecstasy as she writhed beneath the Poet’s well hung body as the two legged dear hunter took his latest willing victim to heights of sexual ecstasy till then unknown as she climaxed again and again and then some more. Until at last the Poet allowed himself to cum as the shaft of his manhood leaped for joy within her hot and wet pussy. As his little head deposited the tadpole which would win the race to impregnate the ovum that would develop within the daughter of mother nature’s womb to become another individual of his race of two legged dear hunters. A punishment that would fit her wayward and unfaithful husband’s many acts of infidelity  by forcing him to unknowingly raise, care for and support the child of one of his male financial and sexual competitor’s as his very own.

Overwhelmed by the intensity of her multiple orgasm the curvaceous and bosomy daughter of mother nature fell into a deep sleep within the two legged dear hunters arms. Satisfied that she’d gotten the vengeance against the wayward biological father of her children only to awaken a short time later alone upon the bed within the hidden room of the loft of the long ago abandoned barn. Hurriedly the raven haired daughter of mother nature pulled on her clothes and fled the scene of the crime of her own sexual infidelity. Without noticing that the intimate garment of the red Victoria Secrets thong that matched her push up bra was missing; as she set out upon her new life as the chosen mother of a new member of the race of two legged dear hunter’s gestating within her womb at that very moment.


Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Agent 18 Limited Edition Digital Plaid for iPhone 3G/3GS

The Agent 18 Limited Edition Digital Plaid($29.95 @ is one of the newest cases to their limited edition lineup.  Agent 18 was kind enough to send me one for review and have had a good chance to test it out.

I was really impressed with the presentation of the product. They have taken an Apple-esque approach in how they package everything. Inside you get the following:

limited edition case

table stand

protective Shield

I really like that they included a table stand as it comes in handy when your watching movies, browsing on Safari/Twitter/Facebook, or just having your phone upright so you can see notifications.  Unfortunately, the way it’s designed you can only charge/sync your phone in the horizontal position while using the table stand.

The case itself is a hard plastic shell that snaps in just like other snap on cases. Being a hard plastic shell, it doesn’t offer any shock protection against falls. It has a soft touch finish which they don’t indicate on their website, so I was surprised and excited to find out that it was as I love the soft touch feel. The benefit to the soft touch cases is that it gives you that added grip and sense of security when holding your phone. I had no issues taking the phone in and out of the pocket with the case on and is not tacky as to attract lint or dust. The case was a bit of a tighter fit to install as well as remove, maybe due to being a thicker hard plastic unlike the Incipio Feather or Switcheasy Nude. but  in no means though is this case thick. I found the tight fit to keep dust from getting in the back, which usually happens with most cases regardless of the design. I have mixed thoughts about the protection. Unlike the Feather and the NUDE, this case offers slightly raised lip for a lay on the table design. The chrome bezel is still exposed, but having that lip allows for you to place it face down on the table worry free.  The bottom is completely open as well as the side for the volume/rocker panel. I wish they had made a cutout instead of leaving the side open entirely to protect the chrome a bit more. It does however provide 100% access to the buttons so there were no issues there. The power button as well as the headphone jack have generous cutouts so I had no issues with different headphone plugs.

Overall, this case is designed with moderate protection in mind, protecting you from basic bumps and scratches on the back and sides. I really liked that they included the raised lip but felt that if they would have made a cutout for the rocker/volume, it would have made it better. Having the soft touch finish made for a comfortable use and didn’t feel bulky in any way. If you’re looking for a case similar to the Incipio Feather or the Switcheasy NUDE, but want a little more that just a different color, this case is for you. They offer a variety of different designs and remember, be sure to grab one of these quick, as they’re limited!

COUPON CODE: A18Aut ( I will take this down once it is no longer valid)

Agent 18 has also given a coupon code for you readers for 15% off any purchase of $10 or more. This coupon code cannot be combine with any other code or offer!


Monday, March 15, 2010

Germany to open nudist hiking trail.


Photo: Michel Porro/Getty Images

Naked hiking is apparently a huge thing (pun intended) in Germany. Now, those wanting to climb the alps with their bits out for all of nature to see are welcome to at the recently opened 18-Km trail near the town of Dankerode.

The trail is sure to be a hit, though women are disappointed because it’s not as long as the men had claimed.

Find out more here (NSFW).


They Are Just Naked Bodies. GET OVER IT!!!

I wish Americans would get over their absurd feelings about nudity.  A penis is a penis.  Boobs are boobs.  We all have one or the other, yet for some reason Americans are completely uncomfortable with the naked body.  I blame religion, but that’s another topic for another day.  I bring it up because the Museum of Modern Art in NYC, or MoMA, has a new exhibit that forces patrons to walk between or around two nude performers, sometimes opposite sex, sometimes same sex.  Patrons are apparently a little uncomfortable.  GET OVER IT!  It’s art.  The next thing you know you’ll want The David covered up.  This would never be an issue in Europe.  It boggles my mind how we have come so far and yet something as trivial as a nude body at a museum upsets people.  This is New York City for God’s sake.  A nude person walking down the street would count for normal.   Enough ranting.  Check out the full MSNBC article after the jump.  And if you are in NYC, by all means, go visit Marina Abramovic’s exhibit at MoMa.

Brush with nude art not for everyone at MoMA

Exhibit by Yugoslavian-born artist features naked pair in doorway The Associated Press updated 11:14 a.m. ET, Mon., March. 15, 2010

NEW YORK – A new exhibit at The Museum of Modern Art is causing discomfort among some visitors by bringing them close to nude performers — some might say too close.

Two nude performers stand inches apart in a narrow doorway of the exhibit of work by Yugoslavian-born artist Marina Abramovic, which opened on Sunday.

The position of the naked pair, who alternate and are either opposite or same-sex performers, forces patrons to decide whether to walk between them.

To some patrons, a brush with live flesh was just too much to ponder.

Morgan Wolfe, an 18-year-old visitor to the museum, decided not to walk between two male performers.

“It bothers me a bit,” he told the New York Post in Sunday editions.

The exhibit, “Marina Abramovic: The Artist is Present,” presents a view of Abramovic’s career over four decades and her work in a variety of mediums, including performance art, installations, sound pieces, video works and photographs.

Besides the naked pair in the doorway, the exhibit includes a nude performer lying under a skeleton and a naked woman on a bicycle seat.

Abramovic is best known for performance works in which she exposed herself to physical pain, sometimes involving audience participation.

In one of her most squirm-inducing works, she invited members of the audience to inflict pain on her with one of 72 objects, including a rose, a chain, scissors, knives, a whip and a gun.

The exhibit at the MoMA continues through May 31.

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Friday, March 12, 2010

Eva’s Garden. Carolina & Vanessa – Girl on Girl dance

Eva’s Garden. Carolina & Vanessa - Girl on Girl dance

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Wednesday, March 10, 2010

The Naked Truth

The video comes courtesy of a faithful reader. The comments come courtesy of, well, me.

Right, so a few thoughts come to mind after having watched this video 3 times (that’s right, once just wasn’t enough). I know you’re dying to hear (read) them, so here they are:

  1. Did anyone else notice that the place was named the “White Tail” resort? Am I the only one? I didn’t see any other colors of “tails” there.
  2. Am I the only one who thinks the man sitting over to the side didn’t appreciate the blocked, frontal view of the preacher and moved in for a closer look?
  3. Gives a whole new meaning to “turning the other cheek,” don’t you think?
  4. Uh, can we have assigned seats, please?

Then, I started thinking about my own husband, a licensed, ordained minister of the Gospel (though not currently practicing).  I was thinking about how fastidiouly he prepared for Sunday mornings back when he was in that line of work.  I, myself, checked his neck to make sure there was no hair on the back of it (a pet peeve of mine) and did a once-over on his outfit every week.  Could you imagine the prepwork we’d have to do if he were to preach in this kind of church?

The body waxing alone could take a whole day.

There goes my Saturdays.