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dirty Christmas games

2007-12-24T08:57:00.000-08:00

At Christmas everybody have to be a little more bad, so we involved a very young lady in our dirty games...

pornography, sex and desires

2007-12-18T09:22:00.000-08:00

People I've slept with aren't a reliable source either, since basically anybody getting sex is so grateful they'd say anything.

I've never been rejected when approaching someone for sex.

I've never had anyone not want to sleep with me again, or if they weren't eager to, at least they weren't opposed either.

I've never succumbed to the feeling that they where disappointed by what they unpacked, or that they had to put a flag over my head to do it for the fatherland.

Yet there's much to gather from that ~ getting sex pretty much absolves everything. For most people.

That society, in its never~ending love~hate relationship with porn, is sexist to the core is also tiring.

20 cents of philosophy, sitting on a table of a bar

2007-12-03T16:20:00.000-08:00

Nakedness is everything but uncommon.

Nakedness alone will not earn you any attention.

errrr...

Subject: The gratification, the profound satisfaction of desire.

2007-11-26T16:50:00.001-08:00

I'm so happy.
I've discovered - thanks to Scarlet the Harlot - this wonderful place
when I can upload some of my dirty stuff.

I'm sooooooooooooo fucking happy.
I was looking for a place without censorship and honestly it wasn't so easy to find out...
(As I already specify, I'm a beginner. If you know some place better, please tell me)

# in the meanwhile a pair of retard shots from the first set I'm going to put up

a porn teacher!

2007-11-23T14:58:00.000-08:00

In this world of net pornography I'm a beginner, maybe just a wannabe.

She is an Italian goddess of the web and as you can read, now she has lost her day job.

For this video, mainly.

I've always really really really wanted a teacher like her.
All my solidarity to Madame Web

-> thanks to AKAB for this info.
he's not in porn but in his weblog you can find jewels like this

thanksgiving

2007-11-22T14:25:00.000-08:00

better late than never

night-lie

2007-11-22T11:36:00.000-08:00

Nightlife is all about seeing and being seen, it's all about badly dressed trannies and flamboyantly manly gay boys.
It's about standing and being arrogantly bored by the show, it's about dancing or moshing in cramped spaces with sweat dripping from the walls, it's about discarding your clothes exhibitionally or functionally.

hanging out

2007-11-21T21:10:00.000-08:00

good bye amigas

this is not some sort of social advertisement

good night to you all...

morning after

2007-11-18T17:45:00.000-08:00

There’s always that moment of limbo when I wake up after a rough night, and the first question is always, Where? And once focused the reassuring shapes of my own room, then, very slowly I extend my hand to the right side of the bed, sometimes I am lucky sometimes I am not, because there’s nothing worse than having to deal with an asshole that you picked up who knows why, so I caress the empty blanket , and the feeling of relief is so big that I reach for the glass sitting by my bed I puke the remains of last nights whisky in it, I smile , I roll over, and peacefully go back to sleep.

Later on the buzzer wakes me up. I start wondering what kind of futile annoyance is about to plague my life, just like when you are sodimized by beefhead, a compound of meat, ruled only by urge, and you let him manage his stuff until he sprouts his superfluous semen, you could stop him and please him to return back in his home coffin and give himself a hand; nonetheless you let him rudely penetrate your anus, only because you absolutely fear a conversation with such brainless Raz Degan.

Z. comes in. Z. is shiny, tanned, muscular. Z. brings drugs. Z. would fuck me any time. Z. has a big cock.
Z. is everything I would ask for if I wanted nothing, and since I want nothing, because who would like to have anything on a fucking sunday evening when your saturday night is already a complete regret, so I let him fuck me front and back, his hands holding my head down as I choke on his cock, calling me bitch, you like it bitch and he comes on my face.

Then he grabs the glass by the bed and drinks up.

Ups.

So long Z…

2007-11-18T13:14:00.000-08:00

that's how I spent last week end

hang out

2007-11-15T03:38:00.000-08:00

2007-11-12T18:00:00.000-08:00

Gaska's clothes possessed a certain ambivalence ~ they where as revealing as they where shrouding.
On one hand, she was permanently half naked, or covered in such a way that ensured exposure through "accidently" slipped shoulder straps or something.

Even fully dressed, her clothes where too slim~fitting to hide an inch of body form.

Nothing of her is unveiled, ever.

2007-11-10T05:26:00.000-08:00

Her real name is unknown, maybe even to her, and her assumed name is from a place with a population of like 8, a place that is pretty much defined through its tundraic seclusion, that exports no goods, arts, culture or politics to the outside world, a place that doesn't even have its own geographical borders.

2007-11-09T18:04:00.000-08:00

On the other hand, as already described, there was such a strong sense of masking. Not her body, but her mind, biography, recent history and further path.

Gaska?

2007-11-05T15:11:00.000-08:00

My name is Gaska-dalvve

it's Lappish. it means in the middle of winter.
like January or February.

I've chosen this nick name because I think it represents my nature.

it's fucking difficult to find an appropriate nickname.