irresistable: my xmas gift for me myself

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a confession

Hello. My name is Yasmin, and one of my biggest fetishes was Christian Bale.

It started one day, sitting all by myself doing nothing. I thought to myself “What should I do…?” and then it hit me: far away, standing alone in my bookcase was the dvd I had borrowed from Agnes. American Psycho.

And I just loooooooved it! Everything about it.. but mostly my good friend, Christian Bale. Since, him and I have spent a lot of time together… until I met Troels (and no, I’m not writing it to please you, Troels. But I truly mean it)

Once again Agnes sent me something that amazed me. A combination of this lovely boy, David, who had just been to the dentist for the first time and is a bit… high and Christian Bale yelling at some poor smock, and although he is an asshole in the clip, I still think gladly of the time we spent together when I was 17.

[Via http://thusspokeyasmin.wordpress.com]

The Boots Are Made for Walking?

From top to bottom; first hats, now boots. Of all of the myriad fetishes foot and shoe fetishes are the most mainstream. For every guy hooked on knee pads there must be ten thousand into feet or shoes (or both).

While boots are not my thing, I do understand how, as an element of composition, they can add to a erotic photo. Unlike hats, however, the style of boot can carry its own unique sexual message.  So here, in this Flickr gallery, are a dozen and a half photos of girls in all kinds of boots.

And here a few hardcore photos I couldn’t put in the gallery: Black boots. and more boots, and more. One more pair and another. What? OK… An encore, and one more. But this is the last!

NSFW

Hiya. Yeah, this isn’t gonna be a safe for work post. But I figure the Int0rnets is for porn, soo…

I love  me sum X-Tube. it roxxors. I used to spend hours on the net, trying to find good porn, or a good personals site. I’d still orgasm, but I would regularly fail to find either.

Xtube is both.

I almost never go anywhere else for pron these days, except when I’m looking for drawn pr0ns (ychan, 99chan)…

and believe me, it’s also proof that whatever fetish you like, somebody else is making porn of it, and whatever kind of person you’re attracted to, somebody like that is looking for somebody like you. I’ve got a fairly specific fetish (chubby boys between eighteen and twenty four or so, not too hairy, but not shaved, smart and with good smiles… the list goes on, and some of the things I look for are pretty embarrassing, so….) … I have eighty-five friends on xtube, about seventy-three of whom fit my preferences, to the point of being an eight to a ten on a ten point scale of hottness. ^^

I’ve even been approached for everything from a one-night stand, all the way through a weekend orgy with four other guys, to a full on relationship. One guy wanted me to fly out to his hotel on the east coast and spend a weekend fulfilling all of our darkest and most secret desires… room and board paid for, of course. And he was hot!

I’m not used to people thinking I’m sexy. I’m twenty-eight, balding, and overweight, and I’m not exactly the cute kind of chubby.

Granted, I’m in a relationship. And it’s a good one. I’m pretty sure that he’s, you know… the one. Now I just have to make sure not to fuck it all up. *crosses fingers* wish me luck… lol.

SO of course I can’t and won’t be taking the offers up, and have changed my profile to reflect my new status. But the pron, my gods, the PR0N!!!

and it’s nice to have a social network of people who have the same interests as you, who don’t look at you funny for, I don’t know, wanting to suck on life-size inflatable rubber dolphin flippers, or whatever.

Check it out (if you aren’t at work, school, or a public setting)… become a member (it’s free, and doesn’t require any kind of credit info) … and see what kinky awesome hot little beasties we hoomanns can be!

Beaver Shots: how to eat beaver

Yes, this is a post about how to eat beaver. Not just ANY beaver, you understand; we have us some STANDARDS around these parts (these ones right down…here) and will not show you how to gnaw on gristly old beaver, the kind like an old baseball mitt made out of bbq jerky.

This kind:

The wife coyly tried to explain her purchase of a new pair of expensive imported panties. “After all, dear,” she said to her husband, “You wouldn’t expect to find fine perfume in a cheap bottle, would you?”

“No,” her husband replied. “Nor would I expect to find gift wrapping on a dead beaver.”

No indeed!

We’re all about the fresh, young beaver here. Although perhaps not as much as the lesbians down at Lick might like, now that we think of it.

Where were we? Oh yes, speaking of ourselves in the second-person plural, for no reason we can fathom other than it’s practice for when Randy Andy comes to his senses, loses some weight, and gets his butt off the golf course and marries me. Or Hot Ginge, I’m easy.

Anyway, it does look like some people could use instructions for the most basic things, like the great Canadian (yes, it’s Canadian, check out the website) art of beaver-eating. Why, we’ve even got 1/24th of each day devoted to beaver!

Dude, it’s too late for us to help you. Whereas, in my country beaver-eating is a competitive sport.

And the Aussies are no slouches at taking care of beavers, as you can see in this video that Metro has been waiting almost exactly one year for me to steal.

The Brits, on the other hand, have to go to great, bureaucracy-enveloping lengths to be reintroduced to beavers. What, they don’t have Lavalife there? Apparently, they killed every one they could find, thus bringing to life the old cliche about, If I see something I’ve never seen before, I’ll shoot it. Boarding school has a lot to answer for, I’m telling you.

Russia, of course, being all out of ponies and small children, has developed its own way to prepare beaver for eating, and here it is, with photos. Warning! Very wet and lots of bare flesh!

The Catholic Church, surprisingly, has no issue with the Beav, and encourages people to eat it on Friday. Well, it’s a start, I guess.

The 17th century Catholic Church actually declared beavers to be a fish according to dietary restrictions, meaning they are ok to eat on both Fridays and throughout Lent.

Well, this should be more widely known, is all I have to say about the matter!

Some organizations can be so forward-thinking. Look at the Boy Scouts, for instance:

Did you know that the US Cub Scouts give a Silver Beaver award? I nearly got thrown out of the leader’s meeting for laughing so much when they gave it to a retired woman with grey hair.

Hmmm, it’s given for Outstanding Service to Youth. I know more than one or two beavers that would qualify under those criteria!

In the spirit of these fine organizations and countries comes a post from Bug Girl on her serendipitous discovery of a tome of wisdom devoted, at least in substantial part, to instructions on pleasing one’s wife with wild games and, of course, the preparation and consumption of beaver.

The author claims the meat is “dark, moist and tender”; Hmmmm, sounds like somebody’s got a touch of Jungle Fever.

I wonder if it has some tips on how to stuff a beaver? It’s been so long I’ve forgotten.

Day #10 The More I know, The More I know, how little I know

We’re getting into deep shit here.  It’s become a bit more personal in the first few days. Call me shallow, but i didn’t expect any of this half way through our little experiment. Candy, you’re a quick thinker aha.  Well, last post Candy told me that I am to ask her a question every day for the rest of the month- anything at all, and she would openly answer it as honestly as possible.  However, I better be listening and paying attention, because she wants me to take a test on each of her answers at the end of the month. we’ll see if THAT actually happens. heh.  anyways, today she told me that every question i give her, i must respond to the same question on this blog. So, as much as i’m finding out about her, she gets to (and you!) know a little more about myself!

Todays question was: 

What is the ONE fetish you have that really turns you on. What is the one thing that really gets you HAWT!

MY ANSWER: We often associate dominant women with whips, chains and a pitiful man groveling at their feet while licking a pair of vinyl boots. This certainly occurs with some regularity, but I wasn’t the first to realize dominance doesn’t always translate into sadism. And sadism, for me, does not necessarily make me horny, yet I’ll admit, i do get shivers at the idea of 5 inch heels being pressed against my chest. Nonetheless, I’m hot for a girl who is dominant but not controlling- and tis’ a very fine line! I appreciate a girl who steps outside of boundries…when i can give her the authority to take control and something happens, triggering thoughts and ideas she wouldn’t dare during “normal” lovemaking. That turns my crank!

An Update of Sorts

Part of the reason I haven’t updated has to to with the fact that I am insanely busy. To go along with the insanely busy, my practicum pretty much consumes all of my thoughts leaving little left over for contemplation regard stuff I talk about here. Truth is, my practicum with its ups and downs has taken the place of my fetish as the drama in my life. I seem to have a need for drama in my life, whether it be self-created internal struggles with the question of to smoke or not to smoke or the externally created dramas of the profession that I have chosen. Lately, my passing desire to smoke has little to do with sexuality and more to do with a way of letting off some steam. Only I never spend excessive amounts of time fantasizing or salivating over actually going through with it like I did almost a year ago. Some might say that I am repressing my desire and that this will be dangerous in the long run. But unlike the past, I am no longer denying myself in the same way. It is hard to explain, since it would probably seem to you, my readers, that as long as I am not smoking I am denying myself. I’m not even sure I can explain it… but something is different than before. I think it has to do with holding a more positive view of what having a fetish like this entails as well as letting myself smoke and experiment when I feel the need to. I’m not sure it is ever in the cards for me to be a full-time smoker. I’m almost positive infact. I keep this tentative using words like “almost” and “not sure” because who knows where life will take me. But as of right now for me to switch from casual/occasional/sporatic smoker to full-time smoker would involve a huge paradigm shift in my mind.

What still goes strong is the fantasy side of the fetish. I’ve written, in my mind, many alternate endings/ continuations to the Strange and Beautiful story. The problem is: I have no time to write any of these down. So for those of you reading that story, I am thinking Christmas will be the next time I have time to sit down and write. Speaking of time… I must get back to my work. I hope all is well with those of you who still read this.

On The Prowl Phonesex

Accomplice Nikki was on the prowl looking for just the right treat for all of you bad boys on Halloween. I had to find just the right treat for CP to enjoy on that creepy night, *evil little grin*. Now CP needed a few little choices for his appetite. He wanted to satisfy all of his needs with all the little treats. He enticed them with his own little treats too. He got his big bowl of candy and invited us in to his house. He walked up to the pretty little blonde dressed up like a hooters girl, and said would you like a piece of my candy, of course she did so he told her she had to kiss him, he went to the pretty little princess and said I will give you 3 pieces of my candy if you pull your panties down, of course she would, he knew he was going to get everything he wanted from his dressed up little treats and so he offered them a treat in order to trick them into treating him. Would you like to know all the dirty little tricks CP pulled, cum fantasize with me!!!

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Paradoxal Studio

Alors, aujourd’hui, je vous fais découvrir une partie du shoot du 22 octobre dernier avec Paradoxal Studio. J’avais découvert les photos de Thierry il y a quelques mois sur myspace et lui avais fait part de mon enthousiasme le concernant. On a alors décidé que lors de mon prochain passage sur Paris, on essaierait de se croiser. La séance a eu lieu dans le studio de François Benveniste avec qui je shootais le lendemain. Il n’était en effet pas envisageable pour moi de shooter en extérieur de nuit vu la température extérieure !!! On a décidé d’organiser la séance en plusieurs thèmes : c’est le premier qui vous est présenté ci-dessous. Je suis très contente du résultat !!! A vous de me dire ce que vous en pensez …