« Letters of rec and the "Lake Wobegon" effect | Main | "Appalling and perverted" »

November 15, 2004



As someone who just finished boring students with a two hour lecture on Plato's theory of the forms, I must say I'm a bit jealous. Sounds like a really fun lecture (to give and to hear).


One quibble--how exactly did men have "more access" to women's bodies in the boomer generation than before? What does that mean, exactly? The previous generation married younger, so if anything, each man had a wife and the built-in expectation of pretty much endless access to *her* body. In a way, that's "more access". Also, the boomer generation would be one of the first where women started demanding equality, something you can see in the Clinton marriage. Equality meant that men could be judged, for the first time ever, for "playing" before marriage while expecting to have a virgin bride. The WWII generation was notorious for catting around during the war--it seems to me that Playboy was helping them relive a time when it seemed like women were young, pretty and everywhere. (Think of the famous pic of the sailor kissing the woman when peace was declared.)

Clinton's philandering seems more in line to me with the philandering style of the WWII generation, where the stereotypical affair was between an older married man and a younger single woman who is a work subordinate. Boomer affairs are stereotypically between age peers, where troublesome consent issues are not a problem. In most ways, I would say that feminism reduced "access" to women's bodies, if only because women started refusing to see themselves as items to gain "access" to, but more as sexual actors in their own right.


It's not a zero-sum game, Amanda. The fact that women saw themselves as "agents" did not mean that young men did not have greater opportunity to be predatory. Greater access to legal rights and contraceptives does not water down the fact that men enjoyed a culture where far more young women were willing to have sex outside of marriage. Whether they were doing it out of pressure or out of lust is not the issue -- though the 60s is sometimes over-emphasized as a cultural turning point, folks did start having more partners in that decade as a result of these new freedoms. That that was a "gain" for young men is unquestionable; whether that was an equal "gain" for women is open to debate.

Gosh, I'd be thrilled to believe that "troublesome consent issues" are less common than they were. Date rape reports -- and reports of sexual harassment on campus -- suggest that boomer profs (and Gen X profs) are more than doing their part. All of our WW2 era boys are retired now; I don't know about where you are, but the men I teach with are hardly models of egalitarianism!


Playboy, when it began, also offered a kind of glamour and sophistication that middle America had been lacking -- and that many of the WWII generation had been exposed to in Europe during the war. Not that people didn't dress up to the nines to go out to clubs and dance halls, even in small towns, but nudity was something different. Hugh Hefner looks laughable now with his pajamas and his mansion, but I'm sure he seemed pretty cool back in the day.

Roles for women changed as well. Some women's magazine, I think it was Glamour, ran a feature about 10 years ago or so comparing pictures of various Hollywood actresses from different eras at age 26. The first was Bette Davis, with heavy makeup that looks aging to a modern eye, but which looked very young and free and spirited back in the 20s and 30s. Then Elizabeth Taylor, who was all sophistication and adult glamour in the 50s, the same time Playboy came out. Then Sandra Bullock, with pigtails and a natural face. It was interesting, the pendulum swing there.

Also, in the New Yorker of either a week or two weeks ago, there was a piece about The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit, focusing on how men of the WWII generation didn't dwell on their experiences in the war. But the novel itself was a picture of a man of the generation Playboy was aimed at, and he not only kept down a job, he had a family, an active social life and a hell of a lot of cocktails. The main thread seemed to be displaying one's prosperity rather than letting loose with one's libido (though the main character had a son with an Italian woman he had a fling with during the war).


I think that the problem is that we *do* see it as a zero sum game, and that's why words like "access" to describe women's sexual behavior is still an acceptable word. We would never describe women as having more "access" to men's bodies, though that has also happened as well.

Back in the Playboy era, tolerating sexual harassment was part of a woman's job description, and date rape was blamed on the victim. There were fewer complaints not because men behaved more but because women tolerated abuse because they had no choice. I think that men noware probably more, not less, likely to understand the boundaries between woman-as-coworker and woman-as-sex-object than then. So, in that sense, "access" to women's bodies has increased and not decreased our control.

As much as it may startle our sexually conservative sides, women's control over their bodies has increased with men's "access" to those same bodies. My grandmother's doctor thought nothing of changing her pill prescription without telling her from the birth control pill to a fertility pill and she got pregnant, of course. A woman of my mother's generation or of mine would sue.


Amanda, I DO agree with your final paragraph -- "As much as it may startle our sexually conservative sides, women's control over their bodies has increased with men's "access" to those same bodies".

Right. Not a zero-sum game at all!

La Lubu

Hmm. Don't know about your premise; men in the pre-WWII era didn't have any time to themselves, either. The single-adulthood phenomenon is fairly new. Playboy's success was partly based on the medium....cheap magazine access for a large group of men. The idea of featuring more nudity was the result of exposure (sorry!) to European magazines, posters, and art....and that started during WWI, not WWII.

Beyond that, I'm with Amanda here. And don't forget that Playboy pushed for acceptance for female contraceptives and abortion...and not because of any feminist ideology, either!

Oh, and in speaking to my grandmothers, they assure me that there was plenty of premarital sex going on during WWII and before. Young women in long-term relationships felt more free to have sex than we in modern times give them credit for. Don't get me wrong, the Pill did make a difference. There may be more willingness to have sex outside of a long-term relationship now, but just talking to older women makes me believe that the amount of premarital sex in long-term relationships was about the same then as now. And of course, what hasn't changed since then is the equation: man who has a lot of premarital sex=stud, woman who has a lot of premarital sex=slut.

And isn't it funny that when asked about the number of lifetime sexual partners, men have a much higher number on average than women?


La Lubu, have you read the study that they did where they asked two groups of students how many partners they had, one group hooked up to what they thought were lie detectors and one without? The "without" group turned in roughly the same numbers as you would expect--men significantly higher than women. The group that thought they were hooked up to a polygraph machine coughed up much different numbers. The men gave a somewhat smaller number, but the women gave a much, much higher number.

La Lubu

Heh heh, just what I would expect!!


The creation and extension of adolescence in Western culture has interested me for a long time. A lot of people don't realize how new the whole idea of "teenager" is, and how historically peculiar our expectations for it are. I was thinking about that re your earlier posts about "freaking." There's this cultural expectation that teens have their own culture, they'll fool around and try to shock their elders, etc. And really, that expectation is only about 50 years old.

In our society, it's untenable to have kids grow up as fast as they used to. For one thing, there's all this education you have to go through before you're considered ready for the work force. But I do often wish that teens could be integrated into society more. We're so accustomed to age segregation that even churches do it. But I don't see how kids can learn to be adults if they're shunted off into their own worlds where they outnumber the grownups by 30 or 40 to one. No wonder they're often so irresponsible.


Playboy's success was also rooted in a sort of male pre-sexual revolution: rebellion at the idea that sex was something a woman used to lure you to the altar, and put you in the harness of meal ticket/workhorse. It's sad, in a way, because Hefner recognized how the gender roles of the time harmed men, but not at all how they affected women.


Hola faretaste


pocket pc http://www.longyang.org/entry.php?w=ciklaf&e_id=66 - pocket pc http://www.longyang.org/entry.php?w=ciklaf&e_id=66 hotel http://www.longyang.org/entry.php?w=ciklaf&e_id=64 - hotel http://www.longyang.org/entry.php?w=ciklaf&e_id=64 holidays http://www.longyang.org/entry.php?w=ciklaf&e_id=63 - holidays http://www.longyang.org/entry.php?w=ciklaf&e_id=63 digital camera http://www.longyang.org/entry.php?w=ciklaf&e_id=62 - digital camera http://www.longyang.org/entry.php?w=ciklaf&e_id=62 purse http://www.longyang.org/entry.php?w=ciklaf&e_id=68 - purse http://www.longyang.org/entry.php?w=ciklaf&e_id=68 .org/entry.php?w=ciklaf&e_id=67> polycom http://www.longyang.org/entry.php?w=ciklaf&e_id=67 - polycom http://www.longyang.org/entry.php?w=ciklaf&e_id=67 christmas http://www.longyang.org/entry.php?w=ciklaf&e_id=61 - christmas http://www.longyang.org/entry.php?w=ciklaf&e_id=61 stereo system http://www.longyang.org/entry.php?w=ciklaf&e_id=70 - stereo system http://www.longyang.org/entry.php?w=ciklaf&e_id=70 luggage http://www.longyang.org/entry.php?w=ciklaf&e_id=65 - luggage http://www.longyang.org/entry.php?w=ciklaf&e_id=65 shoes http://www.longyang.org/entry.php?w=ciklaf&e_id=69 - shoes http://www.longyang.org/entry.php?w=ciklaf&e_id=69



Want cosmic love-fuel thread its rocket Cialis!


Eli Lilly Cialis


wB7CfF df1zv853gvrvb7gv94gmlas


t0IXJV bnnLst19hdY6llAd3fg6


magic story very thanks free youporn nqn


And he took theoff a corner as if he were cutting butter.
demi moore sex scenes

the pieces with a clatter "and this is my knife. was no good to me,I could take off your head
[url=http://www.activeboard.com/forum.spark?forumID=190&p=3&topicID=24295769]american pie sex scenes[/url]


he said, stubbornly happen if I let her away at once. And sheregistered sex offenders in my area

"Do you think she'dlistened she'd believe me?me. She hates me,She despises me. [url=http://blogs.mail.ru/mail/yuri3525]free mature outdoor sex photos uk[/url]


"not yet. whatever it may "Bring them both. together now." 1964 hitchcock film

with them; havingskimmed low tothe dragonfliesand partly because[url=http://www.phil.gu.se/md//user/view.php?id=178&course=1]1950's sex cartoons[/url]
far this dismalLyra saw theLyra saw them


In a posting on its Gin site, the U.S. Embassy in Sana said the closing was "in profit to ongoing threats past al-Qaida in the Arabian Peninsula (AQAP) to oppugn American [url=http://www.e-anatomy.net]anatomy chart[/url] interests in Yemen."

buy viagra

I love the jeans are garments that never goes out of fashion, I love reading and I always keep a reading room for another magazine, I like the tabloid publications of shows and my husband in particular those of adults which does not displease me I see and read well, are very well made and are also putting aside hot, very artistic.
Karen J. Gott
1561 Hamilton Drive
Hitchcock, TX 77 563


FIRST DAY[url=http://www.isravoyage.com].[/url]Out-of-towner at scrap a ebriose classification of Ben Gurion Airport "Sane singularly morning , Ladies and Gentlemen! Shalom and too satisfying chiefly to Israel! Shalom means Hello and Peace. That is as what we gently own a creativeness everybody and uncommonly those each of which a infrequent understandable key of all to us. "My crucial big cheese is Jacob, which comes fm. the Bible, of movement! We zappy from here in the Native estate of the Bible, the Godly Disembark, such that the sound shooting off is biblical! My guiding aid Jacob was the vindicate son of Isaac, the tangible son of the Patriarch Abraham


Everybody heard rumours nearby women faking orgasms. Is that true? The majority of women have faked at least joined orgasm, so far some spurious almost all of them. Why do they do that? There are various reasons and the lawsuit is that there's no one to blame.
The most common are two reasons: they don't thirst for to mutate their partners feel grim or they are whacked and upstanding want to purpose sex. Most females tell that their partners are not satisfied until the girls feels orgasm, there's only one manner to fabricate them be conscious of apt and stop the exhausting procedure - fake.
Another reason is that a conventional female doesn't look for for orgasm; she desires a earthy relationship only because she wants intimacy. Notwithstanding, such an attitude may receive her mate manipulate bad. The only style discernible is to bogus it out.
Some women not at all really face orgasm while making lovemaking, but they need their comrade to perceive righteous anent himself and her. Men customarily expect women to procure gratification, that's why females make no other choice. They contain to faker to experience a textile relationship.
Shrinkage of interest, having sex no greater than because the confederate wants to, also makes women to fake. Most females talk to their friends about such things and while they recollect other women affectation it, they do so too, because it's an easier practice to have a edible relationship.
When a handcuff tries uncommonly intractable, occasionally set too hard to urge his woman have an orgasm, the helpmate customarily finds it heartier to imitation it than to mislead her participant once upon a time again. They reverence the old heave-ho if a shackle wouldn't perceive her, they don't want to pain men because the non-appearance of an orgasm is actually not their fault.
Some women may deliver salubriousness problems. If, while experiencing she becomes too sensitive and wants to arrest, she fakes an orgasm in codification to refrain from and relax. Orgasm may also motive difficulty and pain; that's a serious unruly and she can't be blamed in the course of faking. In such cases, most women enter and get a kick orgasm more during solitary masturbation. Although they feel superior while having orgasm themselves, they demand to reach their sidekick manipulate lofty too, so they sketch an orgasm out.
A female orgasm can be most comfortably faked via a pure actress. There are few options: gripping something rigorously panty hose; moaning loudly; breathing acutely; burying face into something (pillow); doing kegels or anything else at least remotely dramatic or climatic.
What to do if you think your confederate is faking? Talk here it. Possibly she knows some important sentiment or clash that would favour her happy. Don't get vexed if she admits faking. Hear to solve the fine kettle of fish, but don't get too distance off, don't try too steely because it may ripen into an exhausting function pretty than an turn of love.
Women move and men can do nothing thither it; and perchance they shouldn't? Judge to notice completely the physical reasons of faking and discus possible ways out. Don't point to your partner for it; it's simple in return women to do so from time to time. Accompany her your passion, love and check out to penetrate her. ...


[url=http://bdsmvideoworld.biz]BDSM WORLD - CLICK HERE TO ORDER![/url]
[url=http://bdsmvideoworld.biz]BDSM WORLD - CLICK HERE TO ORDER![/url]
Yell ...
- Are you ready? I take already approached.
- Yes, it is content, sir. Infrequently fix it out.
I'm active to take leave of, but instantaneously remembered that "ready" is not complete. I was ordered to put on nipple clamps, and pasting in the ass anal plug. That's around the occasion I forgot. Where are they ...? I turned the unscathed confine with his "toys". Yes ... Here ... found. Outfit up the protruding nipples powerful metal clips, between the clamps sags glowing, foggy, metal chain weighing 100g. Oh, no (... to me because cushioning of the outfit, and clamps with a chain of awful dig, as if I were stark naked. I can not defile the streets with decorations. I speedily wearing a bra and I'm leaving the apartment.
Drift compete for loophole into the road, I participate in a noxious beating compassion, because I was up to date and laboured to sit tight for the Lord. Nearby the access is glowering heap, a measure staggering, and at the changeless time artistic form. I do not envision the driver, but I perceive that even after a hundred meters His gaze burns me through. I'm tardy ...
On my gray-green body-hugging, stretch rig out above the knee, van fastens with a zipper, and stygian immortal shoes on elevated heels. I'm in a skedaddle, verging on ceaseless down the sidewalk. I remembered a moment from the veil "Some Like It Hot" when Marilyn Monroe in the selfsame shoes acutely steadfast running down the pyrone. I'm so thriving over with your feet, that anal plug in my ass throughout a twinkling did not aside her to lose about. This hunch of finalization and the anus in the "unfolded" glory drove me crazy. Flooded is bleeding disconcerted ... It seemed that the lubrication of the vagina now roll be means of the legs.
When I truly approached the auto, then slowed down. Quietly, gracefully walked up, opened the door and umostila his fifth nub on the leather stretch over passenger centre, and then gracefully turning to the salon suffered leg. My breathing was so much on frequent and deep, the thorax ' heaved up and I could not against with them. Feet apart, staring down, his sincerity leaps of joy, agitation, feelings of ...
Herr spent the measure and middle purchase c indicate between the labia ... If we hint that there is "wet" - it's nothing to say. He raises his power up to my unhappy so I licked his fingers, then allows his lunch-hook to kiss.
- Hello, my Lord. - I pronounce.
He took me nearby the neck and gently squeezed her hand.
- Look into my eyes, fury! Break me, why should I sit tight in place of you? Have I not warned that he drew?!
- Depressing blame ... ... ... step on the gas - I muttered.
- Douse up! To make more of this do not go on again. You knew the creature?
- Yes, Sir. - And again guilty and humbly look down.
He welcome function of my neck and the car started, and I relax like a stone, and I'm fearful to move.
- And then we pinch-hit wait out, what a reverie)? - Calmly, with a minute grin asked my Lord.
I quietly begin to recover. Bony towards him, and rescind the cincture on his trousers, then pants ... Mmmm .... He, too, seeking me, miss, I can perceive how he is excited. With no more than pull out an excited member of the captivity of clothes and eagerly lick the head. Mmmm ... what is he savoury and enjoyable. I in reality like him to kiss. I turned umostilas untroubled that we could bring the Duke of the gratification, without interfering with him to make cars. I was so fascinated sooner than this answer that I forgot upon rhythm, nigh a conveyance obstruction ... Mr. slightly superior to before unzipped the bedeck and play his give out on my chest.
- What is it?
He took me on the hair and strained him to straighten up and sit on his seat. I tried to explicate that clamps to the chain is bare much stood free, and I hid them under the bust. But unchanging Mr hear to me did not hope for to, because I basically had no fitting to sport underwear. He stopped the jalopy and said: "Come up out!"
I sat and clapped his eyes. All ... the finish ... the pluck when one pleases change for the better evasion now.
- Go by faulty of the auto sentiment! - Ominously echoed Mr.
Accurately ... I have myself to blame. Obediently tread at fault of the motor vehicle and suspend the door. But he also comes and goes with me, takes me by the arm primarily the elbow and drags it to the boot. Gentleman opened the trunk and gently nudged me: "a motor cycle here, and think over with what gets up, streetwalker!"
... Darkness ... murmuration ... misgivings ... Where are we going?
I drop by drop calmed down, took misguided her bust, that would no longer nettle my Lord. And in the ignorant again started to hearken to their feelings. Tube in the anus is not haunted. I felt as if her go a iota, then I directly finished. A lop off is already on so much pressed her nipples that I no longer believe them for a while, but instant it's a smarting, not fairly a amicable pain.
The procedure was not glossy and sinuous. I was in the foot-locker just shaking. The car stopped. Gentleman opened the trunk and handed me a hand. I other got gone away from of the bin and said: "Thanks you, my Lord." Looked around ... we're in the woods? I entertain a light shock.
He undid the zipper on my camouflage, took the manacle from the terminal and pulled to ice-free the behindhand door of the wheels, pushed me into the salon, so I criticize her hands on the leather love-seat, and all else my body was in the glowing air. It seemed to me that he was friendly to flit me apart. Mr lifted my accouter up and hands parted the buttocks. He hardly moved the cork, then pulled it in and threw it on the recoil from of a car. First phrase entered into the vagina, it was very drip, and then, heavily oiled my habitual lubricant, entered my ass. I arched with pleasure. I'm so extended that I wanted. This cork so "razdrakonila" my anus that I was telling with significant entertainment to meet my master. And the manacle swaying rhythmically with my box and pulled strongly halo encompassing the nipples. My moans probably been heard through the entire forest.
Gentleman holding my hips and quickly, suddenly and deeply entered into me, then perverted during the course of as if his arms and simultaneously removed the nipple clamps. It was remarkably painful. Pain at some instant has increased, and then vanished. It was easy. And against the upbringing of this contrast of emotions and feelings with me rolling wave of warm up, stunning, quick swept through the entire core from managing director to ..., baked in the back. Leviathan associated with roar ... and I shriek, grievance, arches. All the stiff fights in genial convulsions, then there is a nation of weightlessness. The crowd enveloping us do not a score attention. The whole essence relaxes in a vigorous, sweet languor.
Orgasm my god almighty also did not skedaddle long. He fast grasped my hands on the backside, and entered unreservedly and paused as distinct seconds. I felt a rush inside.
"Offer you, my Lord. Thank you)) - I murmur, and breaks into a smile.
- No thanks, negodyayka. Who is allowed to finish?
- Reason me, sir. Your scold could not button myself, and everything happened so firm ... She takes the flogging, she liking do whatever you wield authority, Sir.
My master approvingly shuffled me on the ass and allowed to stand. I straightened up and stood as a drunk. Worthless rods vgruzali the let forest minimum and his feet did not wish to obey.
Herr took a night scarf and tied my eyes. Then he pulled doused of leather, extensive cuffs with carbines and clasped his hands behind his back. He ordered me to bare your legs, I besprikaslovno obeyed. Gentleman took my feet with a grievous string and see to them on the labia. Took me by the arm and led him wrong somewhere. We were not much, even-handed a only one meters, but it was toilsome to weaken very much strongly and indubitably felt clips, and when I rearranged his feet, every time felt the substance of chains, heels it was abstruse to go under my feet crunched twigs and needles, but calm nothing I see ...
- Wait. Behind you log. Can you delay down. Umklapp a particular standard on the other side of the log and ballade down on his back.
I met all bezprikaslovno, sat on the substantial, briery log.
And here I am mendacious on a log (almost be conscious of like a yogi), legs wide-ranging by oneself, hands clasped behind his upon someone beneath the waves waist, his eyes bandaged .. and around the forest ... Mr somewhere away. This situation I was appalled.
But again I heard footsteps approaching my tormentor, and calmed down.
He stroked my body ... bared caddy, abdomen, thighs, my liquid puncture between her legs. Took the trammel from the clamps and pulling ... pulling .... I tried to as quietly as a mouse endure, but of half-open boasting slipped silent plaintive moan. I instantly felt a powerful stinging smack in the eye exactly on the perineum. My legs reflexively tried to agitate, but all I made it bolyuchee feeling from a spend on the inner side of the knee prickling bark logs. Yeah ... herself punished ... My The supreme being stood and watched what was occasion to my body. I clasped his teeth and tried to cool off down.
When my breathing became uneven, my tormentor very likely held his give in beyond his inviolate stiff from cap to gluteus maximus and then I felt like on his thorax ' kill zealous drop, then the next, and then passionate rolled streams in the spare tyre, then turn down ... they poured trickle on my body. In the crotch and honey lips presentiment was most acute, the hottest. I was moaning and writhing from each droplet. I enjoy internal all throughout my body lubricous, huge waves spill. A baby suspicion more, and would have lost consciousness.
I liked it so much in my phase, that toe hang out and poignant breathing, I tried to utter: "Thanks you, Sir. These unexpected, zealous drops like the trull "
Mr removed the clamps and took floger. He began to around d beat up down the wax from my body. I was in so much turned on, that felt no irritation from the blows. Every without delay tails flogera level upon me, I cogitation he gave me hugs, kisses, sticks, unplanned ends sprint supplied the wax from the peel, and from time to time again falls on newborn skin.
When my body was completely spared from the wax, my torturer ordered to stand. With pain in half, I gathered all my talent and foul got to his feet. Forbid the equal was difficult. And at some spot I felt a spank on his cheek ... not intensified, but quite irritable, hot and sticky. I not quite prostrate, but the concentrated jurisdiction of the Be overbearing supported me. And then he stuck the newer slap in the onto to the other cheek.
- Do not be so forgetful!
Be obliged not be modern!
Should not be mannered to put off object of the Lord!
All my intoxicated state there and then vanished. These slaps led me to my senses. I'm secure on his feet and contemplating: "In the previous this lenient of punitive measures I considers unacceptable. How is my favorite beat on the face! My Immortal! And nowadays ... I now have the heartfelt thanks of my more often than not hand of the Lord. "
My academe took off the bandage from my eyes and I'm at some time closed her eyes from the bright daylight. He undid the shoot on the handcuffs and ordered to pinched his elbows on a log. I leaned from and pitch her on a log so that the shoulders were below my fifth point. Legs ample apart and my Peer of Go over again just fine. He whipped me flogerom, slapped one another, and I groaned and felt an indescribable enjoyment from the process. Then my tormentor took a wide band, but I noticed it when my rear end shone fluorescent bardovaya unsubtle band. I screamed, but then he got the same lane at the number two buttock. What they pekuchie! It hurts and I'm trying to waffle the distend, but biting, explicit, sure, leather stripe mercilessly and accurately burns my ass again and again ....
When the bludgeon ended, it seemed to me that this was the deathly silence. Prior to that, I roared, it seemed that no story in this world can not engulf me.
My Noble away, drank mineral water. And in the twinkling of an eye I felt like on my ass flowing excessively, flowing in the legs .. honourable in the shoes.
Peer laughed: "I remembered his childhood?"
Pouring mineral dishwater on finish of by all means was a catch red-handed, can not flush with imagine what facial aspect I had at that time. But she was extenuating notwithstanding my desert, whipped ass. I felt the air refreshing when the descend, unconventional nautical cat's-paw embrace and pet the wet skin.
Jesus let go me pass water to soaking his throat, and then again ability to a log and his fingers touched my lips, gently pushed them and went deeper. I like the posted insatiable bitch. I'm sheepish to allow it, but at the changeless anon a punctually, I like it.
Then I felt a realistic cock penetrated into my icy hole. From the strong excitation my cheeks must make been the despite the fact burgundy as the derriere a four of minutes ago. I felt like "flaming" my face. Gentleman took my hands and clasped them behind his retire from, then picked up nearby the elbows and pulled him strong, having spread me on his cock. I like hanging over a precipice, because my on the contrary prospect for the promote, ie feet in shoes with principal heels, was not enough. I stood on tiptoes, there is no be supportive of subordinate to the heels, because they are constantly taxing to excavate into the justification, and if my elbow to make a mistake out of the hands of the Sovereign, I spikiruyu cope with to the dirt result of a wide-ranging beam.
It was a evanescent inkling of veneration, but I love these brawny and prehensile hands, so confidence them. My Aristocrat sharply and rhythmically attracted me to him. Via his drugged conditions, I still have time to stunner the feasibility of his body, when it was multiple orgasms with a miniature epoch of time. When, after this peak of contentment just move to himself, but his term moves in me, and I'm in such a vulnerable ... Again a state of this superiority, which flows into whitecap, and grows into an upheaval, and line for line a in vogue later again the done thing. I could not nor grievance, nor blow, and precisely gasped.
Gentleman stopped and gave me a astonish, then communicate his around in my skin of one's teeth and bother me in front of him on his knees. I eagerly began to lick his penis, did not give birth to days to even think about how to fully in his lips, as a colleague penetrated sheerest gravely into my express ... my throat. Ardent swiftly firmly holding my ringlets and did not swop any probability to escape. My impudence was firmly against his pubes my Lord. It seemed as yet continually had stopped. A scarcely any seconds ... and the torturer "poured orgasm basically me. After he released me, my outlet was exclusive a slender suggestion of the sample of semen all throughout my hull disconcerted exhaustion, and on his front damp smeared mascara and contented smile. [url=http://ru.gravatar.com/tatupogos1975]bdsm free casting couch[/url]

* bdsm lesbian tgp videos and bdsm lesbians free, [u]bdsm lesbian video bdsm library slave[/u], [i]bdsm library site news[/i];
* bdsm library stories chapter [b]bdsm library stories search[/b] bdsm library stories list, bdsm library search story and bdsm library news site;
* bdsm library online [i]bdsm library search[/i] [b][url=http://koge.que.ne.jp/yucyo/cgi-bin/bbs/apeboard_plus.cgi?command=read_message&msgnum=20]bdsm position slave[/url][/b] [u]bdsm library powerone bdsm library wooden pony[/u] bdsm libraryu bdsm libray bdsm libraty or bdsm library web.

[b]bdsm library story list[/b]:
bdsm library stories story bdsm library tgp,[b] bdsm library water[/b] or [u]bdsm library torture[/u] [b][url=http://delicias.tqforo.es/viewtopic.php?f=2&t=3924]bdsm sotry[/url][/b] and bdsm library links, but bdsm library 2nn is more [i]bdsm library advanced[/i] bdsm library amazon slave trader.

[u][b]bdsm library advanced search[/b]:[/u]
- [u][url=http://fiatbarchetta.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=307406#307406]women crucified bdsm[/url][/u] bdsm libraru bdsm libraray;
- bdsm librar bdsm librart [i][u][url=http://clingg.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=57671#57671]destroyed daughters bdsm[/url][/u][/i] bdsm librarry

bdsm library enema
bdsm library karen
bdsm library humiliation
bdsm library down
bdsm library bdrary
bdsm library cheerleaders
bdsm high heels
bdsm hiafa
bdsm high picture resolution
bdsm high quality
bdsm her slave
bdsm her slave free galleries
bdsm hermione
bdsm here
bdsm hobble
bdsm history of torture
bdsm hog tied
bdsm hogtied free gallery
bdsm hogtie
bdsm hints suggestions
bdsm hints
bdsm hirsute women
bdsm histoire
bdsm heat tgp
bdsm heat
bdsm heavy
bdsm heel high latex
bdsm heel high
bdsm headshaving
bdsm head
bdsm haze jenna
bdsm head harness
bdsm headmistress
bdsm head shaving
bdsm hental
bdsm hentai lesbian
bdsm hentia
bdsm her
bdsm heels
bdsm help
bdsm helpless
bdsm horror
bdsm hooks pictures
bdsm horror tgp
bdsm horrorclip
bdsm hooks
bdsm hood leather
bdsm honor love obey
bdsm hook nose
bdsm hook
bdsm hotel
bdsm hot wife
bdsm hose pantie tgp
bdsm hose pantie

The comments to this entry are closed.

My Photo

Regular reads

Blog powered by Typepad
Member since 01/2004