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"There is one other place that you should know intimately," she said. He
raised an eyebrow; some of their jokes had risen to a sexual nature, so she
blushed at the implication. "The stockroom." She smiled as his eyebrow
fell, but the joke did not go unshared.
"Down here," she said as she bent down, "are where all the large cans
go." She looked up at him from her kneeling position, and swallowed hard.
Pressed close together between the metal shelving, and from her vantage
point, she could see that he was rock hard. She decided to do a little
teasing. She started moving the cans around on the bottom shelf with one
hand, and with the other she undid a couple of buttons on her uniform
blouse. Close quarters with Greg had made her perspire even more, and
even the little air that entered her bra felt good.
Archive-author: Animal Trainer
Archive-title: Horse Help – A Guide to Horses
A Beginners Guide
Horses are a proud, independent breed of animal. Their breed, their social
life, their training (or lack therof), and their own developing personality
are a few of the variables that must be accounted for when attempting to
understand them individualy. Horses, like people, all have individual
personalities so one must really spend a great deal of time with an animal
to develop a significant relationship. I can say with a great deal of
confidence however, that anyone that spends a significant amount of time
observing and interacting with horses can do ANYTHING with them.
Basic reproductive behavior
Horses, like most animals, depend on the sense of smell to signify the
readiness of a female for an encounter. The stallion will approach the
mare from behind and make a squealing noise…if the mare is in heat she
will “wink” her pussy and squirt a few short squirts of urine. The
stallion will have to approach her several times (unless shes a real slut)
before she will acquiesse. The mare will often prove recalcitrant for some
time, even threatening to kick the stallion. As he squeals and nips her
however, with time, she becomes acquiessent and allows him to mount her and
complete the union.
The Stallion
A full grown stallion’s cock, when fully erect, will measure some two to
three feet long. It can be three to six inches thick at the base, to about
two inches thick at the head. Horses are somewhat different from other
animals in the way their cock head works. When a horse is fully erect and
excited and ready to mount, his cock head is somewhat pointed and not as
thick as might be normally observed. This is to facillatate an easier
entry into the mare. After the horse has entered and reaches a climax the
head swells (though it is more spongy then hard) into a fist sized mass as
he ejacultates. It is thought that this serves as a plug to force the
semen deep into the mare rather then allowing it to leak out. A full grown
stallion can ejaculate about one cup ( 8 ounces ) of semen. It will take
quite a few spurts to accomplish this. Each time his tail will raise and
lower in a brief flick. The first few jets are of a thin to average
consistency of cum. The final few jets are of a thick gelatinous
substance… it is thought that this serves to “seal” the mares pussy so
that the semen has time to do it’s thing before leaking out. Horse semen
is extremely viscous, if you touch your finger to a pool of it you can draw
a thin string of it five to six feet long! Horse cum has a nice flat taste
to it…not at all bitter like man’s cum. You can easily drink cups of it
with no discomfort.
…End of the part1. To be continued..
Archive-author:
Archive-title: Fnorking
A History of an Aberrent Sexual Contest
“Fnorking” is a colloquial term for contests involving females inserting
small dead animals into their vaginas. All known instances involving “fnorking”
have occurred on college campuses. The contests dealt with several females
competing to insert as many animals as possible into their vaginas, the winner
being the one able to insert more than any of the other contestants. The winner
of the contest was sometimes crowned the “fnork” queen.
The earliest known incidences of “fnorking” occurred in the late 1920’s.
The phenomenon seems to have been an outgrowth of the goldfish eating fad
prevalent at that time. Most goldfish eating contests involved college age
males consuming as many live goldfish as possible. The female collegians of
that time were less inhibited than preceding generations of females and
developed their own version of this fad. They held contests involving the
insertion of as many goldfish as possible. The goldfish were most often
inserted while live. Contest were held late at night in college dormitories,
although there is a report of one contest being held in broad daylight beside a
well stocked pond. This contest is said to have involved at least twenty-five
females and the winner was able to “consume” twenty-seven goldfish.
All known “fnorking” contests seem to have been held at exculsively female
colleges and universities, although, considering the segregation of males and
females at schools in this time period, this is not unusual. “Fnorking” seems
to have been an outgrowth of the general loosening of morals in the 20’s era
and the woman’s sufferage movements of the early part of that decade. The less
inhibited females of the era were more inclined to enter such bizarre contests.
As the fad progressed, the contests were not limited to just goldfish but
were expanded to include other specie of small animals. It is known that
contests were held involving the “fnorking” of hamsters, gerbils, lizards,
salamanders, frogs, small birds and even one contest involving chipmunks. All
of the above contests involved dead animals. The preferred method of killing
the animals was suffocation. The contests were held immediately after the
animals were killed because they were “still warm and still very pliable.”
The phenomenon seems to have disappeared after the turn of the decade.
This is possibly because of the depression era when less females were attending
colleges and also morales experienced a general regression. No known incidences
of “fnorking” have been reported until very recent times.
Recent reports have eminated from the Florida area and from Europe,
specifically at the 1991 “spring break” in Florida and one incidence in 1989 in
Denmark involving sixty college age females inserting frogs in a day long
contest. There were reports of three contests in the Miami area in 1991, two
involving insertion of goldfish and one the insertion of small toy stuffed
animals. The winner of one of the goldfish contests was able to insert twelve
fish and is reported to have recieved a cash prize in the amount of five
hundred dollars.
Interview’s of 1920’s era females involved in “fnorking” contests indicate
that no prizes were awarded in the contests, of that period. The females stated
that most entered the contests due to peer pressure. They also indicated that
the contests were held in conjunction with college fraternity initiations.
The origin of the word “fnork” is very hard to discern. All of the females
interviewed stated that “it was always called that.” One woman did offer as an
explanation that “fnork” is formed from the first letters of greek words
describing the activity. At this time I have not been able to discover the
words used, if there are any. No written descriptions of the activity have been
brought to light, although, considering the type of activity, this is not
unusual. All of the females interviewed were very reluctant to admit to being
in the contests.
Considering the recent resurgance of the “fnorking” phenomenon, it is
possible that the general lessening of sexual inhibitions in females in recent
times has allowed the fad to resurface. In this day of personal video, how soon
will some enterprising person make a record of one of these interesting
contests?
–
Archive-author: Rod Longley
Archive-title: Fantasy Facts!
About 88% of women studied experienced sexual fantasies, according to a report
published in ‘The Journal of Sex Research’. Researchers determined that the
subject of the most frequently experienced fantasy was involvment in an
extramarital affair (41%). Other fantasy subjects reported reported by the
women studied included:
Previous sexual experiences, other than the first (39%).
Different sexual positions (38%).
Current sex partners (36%).
Sex in rooms other than the bedroom (35%).
New sex partners (30%).
Sex on a carpeted floor (28%).
Sex in a motel (27%).
Pretending to be with a former lover (27%).
Reliving the first sexual experience (26%).
Sex on a beach (26%).
Having multiple orgasms (25%).
Engaging in oral sex (25%).
Being Sexually uninhibited (25%).
Some other FACTS on a percetage scale:
75% of Americans say good sex is ‘very important’ to a marriage.
25% of American married couples say they argue about sex or adultery.
16% of American men earning less than $5,000 annually say they cheat on their
wives.
70% of American men earning more than $70,000 annually say they cheat on their
wives.
47% of American men say they enjoy sex more than money.
26% of American women say they enjoy sex more than money.
Archive-author: David P. Thomas
Archive-title: Erosian Theory and Practice
Closing
In closing, I actually am opening. I hope that my plan,
which goes beyond the scope of this work will allow those
of you who have sought out bulletin boards such as this
for some purpose, the ability to recognize that purpose,
to work with it, and to make it grow. I wish you all a
guilt free, sexually fulfilled life and hope to hear from
my first Erosian’s soon.
David P. Thomas
Member of the Dojo (813) 286-4297
Under the Permission of The Dojo’s Sysop,
David Broome/The Handler
I can be reached for comments or registration beginning
February 8, 1989 at the Dojo BBS at 286-4297 evening hours
(6:00pm to 8:00am) ONLY.
–
Archive-author: David P. Thomas
Archive-title: Erosian Theory and Practice
Code Of Practice
The following is the beginnings of a compilation of sexual
practices, including those deemed to be normal. This list
should in no way be considered complete, and I welcome and
encourage fellow Erosian Theorists to contribute to the
building of this list to its completion. The list also
contains brief descriptions of the practices, as well as a
code which will be combined with each registered Erosian’s
number to form a personal Erosian identification code,
known from here on as a PEIC. This code will allow
Erosians to identify others and to identify their primary
interests.
CODE TITLE DESCRIPTION
ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ
0 Masturbation Self Gratification,Style
varies, solo artist
1 Straight Enjoys hetro sex, basic
positions.
2 Oral-1 Hetro oral. Male to Fem.
includes 69, and 1-1
3 Gay Gay Sex,rubbing, hands,
massage, love making
4 Oral-2 Gay oral, man/man,woman/
woman. incl. 69, and 1-1
5 Bi Likes either, inc. 1-4
6 Dominant Controls activity,leads
direction of activity
7 Submissive Receives activity,follow
lead given
8 Equal Both give & take, equal
footing in relationship
9 Non-Sexual Theorist only, assigned
for record sake only.
…End of the part1. To be continued..
The drone of the engines finally put me to sleep. When I
awoke, the bus was pulling into the station in yet another small
town. No one got off, but three people did get on, and after a
short time, we were on our way, again.
The blonde headed lady had slowly walked to the rear of the
bus, and finally seated herself across the aisle from me. I gave
her a small nod of the head and a brief smile. She acknowledged
the nod with a smile, and sat down. Although she said nothing,
she did glance at me more than once, and after we were moving,
she finally leaned across the void and asked where I was headed.
I replied and she said that was interesting, as she was headed to
Dallas, also. To visit her daughter, her married daughter.
She didn’t look old enough to have a married daughter, and I
told her so. She smiled at that, and said thank you to the
compliment, and then looked straight ahead, silently. I made
myself comfortable again, and went back to sleep. The next stop
woke me up, again, and as I looked sleepily around, saw that she
was looking at me.
“Did you enjoy your nap?”
“I guess,” I replied. “I really don’t remember much about
it.”
She laughed at that, and as the bus driver said that we would
be here for 15 minutes, she stood and stretched, somewhat showing
off her figure, and then moved forward and off the bus. She
returned about five minutes later carrying a small paper bag.
After she was seated, she emptied the bag, one article at a time,
laying the cans of soda, bags of chips, and a cold sandwich on
the empty seat next to her.
The sight of the soda cans suddenly made me very thirsty, and
heaving myself up, I too stretched and made my way forward and
off the bus. I got a Pepsi from the machine next to the terminal
door, and after popping it open, stepped back onto the bus and
returned to my seat.
She had watched me as I walked back down the aisle to my
seat, almost in the same manner as I had appraised the figures of
women as they walked. She had smiled at me as I slid into my
seat, and again after I had sat down. I had merely nodded an
acknowledgement.
When the bus finally pulled out of the terminal, we both
settled in for the ride. With another six hours before we
reached Dallas, I looked out the window as the west Texas country
side slid by, and marveled at the hues in the sky as the sun set
behind us. The few other passengers on the bus were several rows
ahead of us, and all appeared to be either reading or sleeping.
“My name is Carol,” she said as she reached over and touched
my arm with her hand.
“Oh..” I came out of my own little world. “Nice to meet you
…End of the part1. To be continued..
< After two and a half hours of working close together, she was finally
having fun. Instead of Greg (the new guy) turning sour because of the
heat, Karen was actually getting into her work again. His humor was
infectious, and she had started laughing out loud, and even started telling
her own jokes. She really liked him now, and had all but forgotten the
heat.
Once, he bent over to get something from under a shelf, and she had
started to reach out to caress his ass before stopping herself in surprise.
She chided herself for what she was about to do, but she rationalized by
saying that she couldn't help herself. For most of the rest of the shift, they
had brushed against each other many times because of the close quarters,
and not always by accident.
The sweat between her legs became indistinguishable from another,
more pressing moisture. Her legs slid together as she walked, and she
found that she wanted to walk more and more to release the pressure. She
decided that she really swanted this guy, and there was a way to get closer
to him. Literally. When I was a Jr. in High School, I finally got a date with a girl
that I had been after for quite awhile, M. M was a Senior, a little
shorter than my 5′9″, and had perhaps the largest breast of any girl
I’d dated before her, or have since. They were marvelous — very perky
breasts that, in profile, reminded me of ski jumps…
On our second date, we went to an Italian restaurant hidden in
a nearby small town, definitely not thie kind of place you’d look for
good food in Indiana. But, it came recommended from a friend of ours,
so we stopped there and asked for a table. Being that it was a Friday night,
we had to wait around 30 minutes for one of the ten or eleven tables to open
up – we hadn’t thought of reservations. So, we walked through the
retail district, window shopping at some crafts stores, etc., At least,
she was window shopping. I, on the other hand, was walking on the side
of her closest to the street, and whenever we stopped in front of a
store, the light from inside passed through her white silk blouse,
silhouetting her beoutiful breasts. I could see the outline of her
nipples and the surrounding area of raised aureola. To say the least,
I was excited. Luckily, my loose pants concealed my stiffening
member.
Eventually, we had to return to the restaurant, much to my
disappointment. We sat at the only table near the front window, where
we could watch the passerby on the street and the people in the restaurant.
(We had, on our first date, already spent a considerable amount of time
people watching — trying to decide how strangers were feeling based on their
actions. It was a lot of fun for us.)
The antipasta arrived, and we ordered some small main courses.
The evening was certainly off to a pleasant start. Then, in the middle
of our conversation, I felt a very pleasant, distinct touch on my leg.
Looking down, I saw her bare foot sliding up and down my right calf.
Just this touch was so sensual as to cause me to become extremely
aroused. I look across the table into her eyes, and tried to say “Wow-
thanks” without using words. She must have heard me, because her foot
left my leg to concentrate on the bulge between my thighs. Then, she
said, “I hope you weren’t planning on ordering any dessert…..here.”
I nearly lost it right then — how much could a high schooler take?
But, somehow, I managed to utter something clever that pleased her,
and our plans were sealed.
The rest of the meal passed in a blur. The next thing I knew
we were walking through this town with aour arms around each other,
and I didn’t know where we might be going. Now, she lived only
about 5 minutes from here. In fact, the church that she had gone to with
her parents was only 2 blocks from the restaurant that we ate in.
(BTW: No, she was no holy-roller. She told me she hated church, but
went because she feared her dad, and he told her to go.)
Eventually, we did come to the church, and she led me up the walkway
…End of the part1. To be continued..
It is early morning, and you are the only one on the already-warm
sand of the beach. Low surf rolls in from the horizon, and
seabirds wheel in the sky overhead. Shaking out your towel and
stretching it out on the ground, you quickly peel off your shorts
and T-shirt, to reveal the sexy yellow bikini beneath. Its tiny
swatches of fabric do little to conceal your full, thrusting
breasts, or the firm shapely mounds of your buttocks. You run
your fingers lightly over your taut skin for a moment, then lie
down to let the sun’s warmth fall on you. After a few moments,
you decide to expose yourself completely to the brilliant blue
sky, sliding the skimpy panties down off your long silky legs,
and pulling off the bra to let your breasts bob freely, the
nipples hardening in the gentle breeze. Opening a bottle of
coconut-scented oil, you massage it over your body, making sure
that your pretty white tits and delicate shaven pussy get a thick
coating of the slippery protective cream. Your body glowing in
the sun, you lie back and are lulled to sleep by the crashing
waves, squawking birds, and pleasurable warmth.
The sound of footsteps crunching in the sand awakens you. Shading
your eyes against the sun’s glare, you see a man approaching. I
walk up from the water, still wet from my morning swim, long legs
carrying me quickly up the shore. Rather than grab for your
clothing, you recline on your elbows, thrusting out your breasts,
and part your legs slightly so that the pink slot dividing your
hairless pubic mound is clearly visible. As I near your resting
place, my steps slow to a standstill, and I drop to my knees
beside you. My eyes roam all over your naked body, and you can
see the squirming in my shorts where a cock is quickly growing. A
moment later the crimson cap of my penis pushes up through the
waistband of my swimsuit, still visibly swelling. Chuckling
throatily, you slide a hand across your smooth stomach to where
the bottle of oil is lying in the sand, and toss it over to me.
Then you roll over pillowing your head on your crossed arms,
presenting me with a wonderful view of your glorious ass.
You hear the bottle cap snap off, then feel the warm liquid as it
drips onto your gracefully curved shoulders, running down your
spine to the top of your buttocks. After a moment’s delay, you
feel my legs straddling you, and the hardness of my cock against
your back. I am gripping it by the base with one hand, using it
to spread the slick coating of oil over your skin. Stroking it
over you, I steadily move lower until I am sliding it over the
soft hills of your ass, and the sweet valley inbetween. Your
pussy is becoming inflamed, and you can feel it becoming wet with
an oil of its own. I continue to slide farther down, until I am
rubbing myself against the back of your smooth calves. Rolling
…End of the part1. To be continued..
The polyester uniform began to cling to her skin, the sweat acting like
glue. As she walked, she felt her panties cling uncomfortably to the folds
between her legs. Still, she doggedly did her work.
Her manager pulled her aside, and told her that her tables were being
taken care of. He wanted her to train a new waiter, and show him all the
ropes. Karen was not thrilled with the idea of having to be pleasant to one
more person. However, she was sort of relieved that there was one more
person on the shift. Then she realized that she was going to have to cover
his mistakes as well as her own duties. She realized then that she wasn't a
happy camper.
She turned around, and faced the new guy. He wasn't at all what she
was expecting. He was about four inches taller than she was, and bore a
bright smile. She wondered how he could be so relaxed and polite in this
heat. She figured that that would change. Still... there was something
about him...
Karen wiped the sweat from her brow, and touched the pencil to the
pad. The idiots sitting at the booth could not make up their mind, and she
was getting really impatient.
"Um," the guy said. "I'm not quite... sure." He let the last word escape
from his lips as if he couldn't decide whether or not he should even say it.
Karen had to manually force herself to prevent her foot from tapping
against the hard tile floor. She rubbed her palms on her apron, as the 90
degree sweltering heat made her uncomfortable. The airconditioning was
on the blink again, and every time she walked to the kitchen it was like
walking
through hell.
Finally, the guy ordered, and she scribbled it down hurriedly, and went
to fill another customer's coffee cup. Two waitresses short, unbearable
heat, and a lecherous boss were really weighing down on her. The sweat
from her neck had fallen down her chest between her breasts, half tickling
and half itching. She dare not scratch, for fear that her boss would make
some comment about health or something of a sexual nature. She cringed
at the thought. Archive-author:
Archive-title: 1993 River Dippers Membership
1993 RIVER DIPPERS MEMBERSHIP
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** Additional donations are appreciated! **
Please send me the 1992 Issues [ ] $ 3.00
Total Enclosed: $ _________
TNS Membership Number (if renewing): ______________________
OUR PRINCIPLES
River Dippers believe in the wholesomeness of the human body, and
regard it as neither an object of shame nor a subject of degrading
exploitation. Our natural state is without clothing; the choice to be
clothed or not should be the option of the individual.
River Dippers act in a responsible manner above reproach in all
aspects of our chosen form of recreation — accepting the
responsibility of maintaining the natural state of the environment we
use, enjoying our state of undress in such a way as to not infringe
upon the rights of others, educating others about the merits of
clothing-optional recreation, and avoiding non-constructive
confrontations with authorities or the public.
River Dippers members come in all ages and backgrounds, and
conduct their activities for the mutual enjoyment and comfort of
everyone.
Liability Release Agreement
I acknowledge that there are risks of personal injury associated
with hiking, camping, canuding, and other activities, whether of not
organized by River Dippers, and do hereby assume any and all risks for
any said personal injury I and/or my family may sustain while engaging
in said activities, and do hereby release and forever discharge River
Dippers, its officers, and members from any action, suits, damages,
claims, and/or judgments that may result from any and all personal
injuries I or my family may sustain while engaging in said activities,
or in going to or from said activities. This release is binding upon
me, my heirs, and assigns.
Signed: ____________________________________
Applicant(s)
____________________________________
Mail to: River Dippers, P.O. Box 60562,
Sacramento, CA 95860
–
Archive-author:
Archive-title: Definitions of Sex
Adler: The task of human parents is to enhance the spiritual
life of the next generation by planting the seed of spirit in
their own child.
Al-Tirmidhi: Man is humble only when the flaming fire of desires
has become extinct. Al-Tirmidhi
Aristotle: Desire is accompanied by pain.
Avoid the inclination to animalistic pleasure, for it
stains the soul. Do not yield to the desire for sexual
intercourse. What glory is in following the actions of animals?
Sexual intercourse involves the destruction of our bodies, the
shortening of life.
Thomas Aquinas: Plato based his moral system upon the
distinction between the bodily or sensual and the spiritual part
of our nature.
Marcus Aurelius: In the degree in which a man’s mind is nearer to
freedom from all passion, in that degree also it is nearer to
strength.
Besant: Only when pleasures have been banished, then there comes
upon us a boundless joy that is firm and unalterable.
Jacob Boehme: Lust is an abomination, whether it be in the state
of wedlock or out of it. Marriage based on lust is as immoral as
free love.
Buddha: Freedom from lust; this truly is the highest happiness.
Cut down the whole forest of lust! When you have cut
down every tree and every shrub, then you will be free! Buddha I
proclaim the annihilation of lust. I teach not the extinction of
everything, but the extinction of lust. One need not have his
mortal body die to avoid the clutches of concupiscence.
Edward Carpenter: Sex today is slimed over with the thought of
pleasure.
Cervantes: Tell me thy company, and I’ll tell thee what thou art.
Clement of Alexandria: The mortal shall put on immortality when
trained to everlasting chastity.
…End of the part1. To be continued..