If

If I were to hold you tightly throughout the night
but not too tight just wrap my arm about you
would you snuggle up to me just a little bit closer
greet me in the morning with a peppermint kiss

If you were mine to hold as well as cherish
in the shower with you I’d play
soaping down your back as well as the front
of your curvy, ripe and well endowed body

Of course that is what our dreams are for
to make all of life’s if’s we like to think about
come true within our fantasies if nowhere else
if for nothing else then to make feel us better

I Want

To hold you in my arms so loving
kiss your lips so soft and sweet
cup the orbs of your luscious breasts
within the palms of my hands
dip my fingers within the sweetness
of the depths of your wetness

To feel the warmth of your moistness
surrounding the hardness of my masculinity
the tips of your stiffening nipples
pressing against the naked flesh of my chest
as your wetness joyfully engulfs
the throbbing hardness of my maleness

To take you to my bed of forbidden love
where between the sheets so clean
the flesh of our bodies shall join as one
into the soil of your womb so fertile
my virile seed shall secretly be planted
from which our child shall one day spring

How We Survived

So I went down to the sea again for the last time, and I said to the sea, Well.  And she, who had been so talkative all day, replied, Shh.  I might have listened but for all the bad blood.  The leaving things around.  The boats, the docks, the overturned roofs and uprooted trees.  And yet, when I got home, and my wife asked me, What?  I repeated, Shh.  And she said, Shh?  And together we made a sound like a storm, until our basement flooded.  We watched from the roof as our lives floated away.  Goodbye, she said, and I thought she meant, Good God.  Good grief, I said.  And the sea replayed that message again and again all night.  Finally, we slept.  The seagulls woke us in the morning with ape-like barks and high-pitched laughter.  I had to agree.  We looked very funny.  The two of us lying at the peak.  As naked and as cold as the day we first splashed down.  Two strange astronauts launched from a good orbit into a salty sea.

Taken By The Light of the First New Moon...Part I

If Laverne lived to be a hundred years old the raven haired and well endowed goddess still would never be able to explain to herself much less to anyone else just why she allowed herself to be taken sexually. All Laverne knew was that after looking into her cousins brown haired boyfriends sky blue eyes. There was no way in the world that she was going to allow the word no to escape past the curves of her full and luscious lips.

It was on a warm summer afternoon that Laverne and her older sister Becky were hosting a party. For a few select members of their family at the condo they’d shared ever since Laverne had separated from her husband. That the raven haired and well endowed goddess found herself standing in front of the mirror that sat on her vanity adjusting the straps of her one piece bathing suit. Completely unaware, at least at first, that she was in reality dreaming nor aware that one of her intimate garments; a pair of her panties had gone missing earlier that afternoon.

Not in a hurry Laverne prepared in a leisurely manner to walk downstairs and out to the pool. Within the privacy of her bedroom having made certain to lock the door that opened up into her boudoir. Only to become startled when suddenly and without any advance warning what so ever when Laverne turned around to come face to face with her cousins brown haired and sky blued boyfriend. Who stood leaning up against Laverne’ locked bedroom door with his arms folded across his chest. His sky blue eyes drinking in the natural beauty of the raven haired goddesses fully ripened womanly curves after somehow gaining entrance.

Uncomfortable Laverne stood there in front of her cousins brown haired and sky blue eyed boyfriend. While the  intense blue eyes of the Star Master slowly ran up and down her body pausing just long enough. To linger for a long moment on the circles of Laverne’ hardening nipples poking through the fabric of her one piece bathing suit.

Before allowing his sky blue eyes to travel upwards where he looked deeply into the raven haired goddesses wide open eyes for a long moment. So that the longer Laverne found herself gazing into the depths of her cousins brown haired and sky blue eyed boyfriends eyes. The raven haired goddess found herself becoming increasing sexually aroused as she stood there with her wetness soaking through her bathing suit.

Within moments Laverne found herself not only unable to resist or flee but unwilling to do so much less open her mouth and demand the return of her privacy. Instead the raven haired goddess watched helplessly as her long slender fingers brushed the straps of her one piece bathing suit off the curves of her shoulders. Her arms willingly cooperating as if they were being manipulated like a string puppet by pulling themselves out of the straps. After which Laverne’ fingers pulled the slippery fabric away from the orbs of her melon sized breasts. Bunching her bathing suit up around her lithesome and slender waist then pushed it off the curves of her hips.

The raven haired and well endowed goddesses mammary glands fell downwards towards the floor where they slowly swayed back and forth. Much like the swollen teats of a jersey cow when Laverne bent over in front of the brown haired and sky blue eyed Star Master. In obedience to his telepathic command to push her one piece bathing suit down her legs and pull her feet free of the slippery fabric.

A moment later Laverne stood back up to stand before her cousins brown haired and sky blue eyed boyfriend. Who was in reality a son of the only remaining Dark Lord who had the ability to manipulate not only the dreams of the feminine gender but their minds and bodies as well. In all the glory of her natural womanly beauty bestowed upon Laverne by both the goddess of love and her handmaiden known by all as good ole mother nature.

Suddenly without any warning what so ever the raven haired goddess found herself sinking to the floor. Where Laverne soon found herself kneeling before the only remaining Dark Lord’s son like a suppliant. Whose clothes seemingly melted into the cool conditioned air of the condo that Laverne shared with her older sister. Her eyes widening as the raven haired goddess got a good look at her cousins brown haired and sky blue eyed boyfriends large and well hung cock for the very first time as he walked over towards her.

Unable to move all the raven haired goddess could do was watch the events happening to her like a spectator seated in the stands at a football game. The curves of Laverne’ full and luscious lips parting of their own free will much like the red sea did in a more ancient time. When her cousins brown haired and sky blue eyed boyfriend pressed the swollen tip of his little head against her mouth.

Grasping both of his girlfriends raven haired cousins ears with his fingers the son of the only remaining Dark Lord slowly pulled Laverne towards him. The entire length of his rock hard and throbbing cock sinking into Laverne’ mouth as her lips fully engulfed his manhood. Who, unable to stop herself, now found herself sucking her cousins brown haired and sky blue eyed boyfriends rock hard and throbbing cock like a hoover vacuum cleaner. As he stood there with his sky blue eyes closed and his breaths coming in ragged gasps while slowly pumping his hips back and forth.

The longer Laverne sucked the only remaining Dark Lord’s sons rock hard and throbbing cock as it’s entire length slowly slid in and out of her willing mouth. The wetter between her thighs the raven haired goddess found herself becoming while Laverne’ mammary glands became firmer and the cherries of her nipples became harder than they’d ever been before. So that not only did Laverne’ love canal located in the nexus between her clean shaven, silky smooth and well toned thighs long to be filled. With the rock hard and throbbing cock of her cousins brown haired and sky blue eyed boyfriend. The raven haired goddess soon found herself longing to sacrifice the ripe curves of her body upon the alter of her unexpected lovers lust. As well as to give the essence of her very being-her feminine soul to the well hung son of the only remaining Dark Lord.

Aware of his girlfriends raven haired cousins growing desire to give him both the curves of her well endowed body as well the essence of her being-her feminine soul. Through the telepathic connection he’d created with the intimate garment of Laverne’ missing panties. That the brown haired and sky blue eyed son of the only remaining Dark Lord had stolen from her laundry hamper during his earlier visit.

The two legged dear hunter grasped the sides of Laverne’ head in order to hold her in place. As he celebrated his victory over the mind and body of his girlfriends raven haired and well endowed cousin. By allowing his rock hard and throbbing cock to jump for joy inside the warmth of Laverne’ mouth as it shot a full load of his seed laden cum up against the back of the raven haired goddesses throat.

Laverne’ eyes widened even further when she felt her cousins brown haired and sky blue eyed boyfriends rock hard and throbbing cock. Buried up to it’s hilt inside her mouth leap for joy between the curves of her full and luscious lips not once but several times. The raven haired goddess now found herself sucking all the harder as she sought to drain every last drop of seminal fluid from the sexual organ of the only remaining Dark Lord’s son. Eagerly swallowing each and every drop of his seed filled cum while savoring the pungent taste of her cousins brown haired and sky blue eyed boyfriends masculinity.

That is until he removed his rock hard and still throbbing cock from the raven haired goddesses mouth. Where he wiped the remaining droplets of his seminal fluid upon the outside edge of Laverne’ full and luscious lips. Who eagerly licked her lips with her tongue as her cousins brown haired and sky blue eyed boyfriend. Reached down and cupped the orbs of her melon sized breasts gently within the palms of his hands. His fingers curling firmly around each orb even as his thumbs came to rest upon the swollen buttons of Laverne’ nipples. As the son of the only remaining Dark Lord  bade the raven haired goddess to climb back up onto her feet and stand before him as a conquered trophy.

Instantly Laverne’ perspective changed as she found herself spun around before she could focus her eyes onto the intense gaze of the only remaining Dark Lord’s son. The palms of her hands coming to rest on top of her vanity as the raven haired goddess instinctively caught herself. As she fell forward after being violently thrown off balance when she was pushed by the hands of her cousins brown haired and sky blue eyed boyfriend. Who now stepped between Laverne’ silky smooth legs, his knees spreading apart the raven haired goddesses well toned limbs.

This time Laverne’ full and luscious lips parted as the raven haired goddess uttered a feral moan. When she felt the entire length of the only remaining Dark Lord’s son rock hard and throbbing male sexual organ slide upwards into the velvety warmth of her love canal. The hands of her cousins brown haired and sky blue eyed boyfriends coming to rest upon the sexy curves of Laverne’ tight little ass. His fingers intentionally digging deeply into the raven haired goddess soft and tender skin. As the Star Master proceeded to bang the living daylights out of his soon to be former girlfriends raven haired and well endowed cousin.

Now The walls of Laverne’ bedroom echoed with the sounds of her sighs, moans and cries of sexual ecstasy. As the raven haired goddess climaxed again and again as she came not once but three times. Before the brown haired and sky blue eyed son of the only remaining Dark Lord finished playing with his soon to be former girlfriends raven haired and well endowed cousin.

Once again the brown haired and sky blue eyed son of the only remaining Dark Lord allowed his rock hard and throbbing cock to jump for joy. Only this time with the dagger of his masculinity buried up to it’s hilt within his soon to be former girlfriends raven haired and well endowed cousins hot and wet pussy. The fertile soil of Laverne’ womb drinking up every last drop of his seed laden cum spurting upwards inside her body.

After which the brown haired and sky blue eyed son of the only remaining Dark Lord ever so slowly faded away into the cool conditioned air without a trace. Leaving the raven haired and well endowed goddess staring at her wide eyed reflection in the mirror as well as his final words echoing within Laverne’ ear, “On the night of the first new full moon I shall return for the essence of your inner being-your feminine soul.”

Somewhere in the midst of dating-palooza 2009 (the autumn sessions), among some fairly uneventful first dates, I met Naked Eric.

Eric earned that moniker fair and square, and here’s how:
Through a series of poorly made decisions I wound up in his apartment on the upper west side of Manhattan, on his sofa, watching his television, while he showered – all within the first 30 minutes of meeting him for the first time in the neutral territory of Central Park.

I’m not a moron, and I’ve met plenty of total strangers through online dating, so I’m not going to say what I did was smart – but I will say I was fairly confident of my control on the situation.
Our emails had been going back and forth for a few weeks, but meeting up could never be arranged because of our busy schedules.  Finally on this day I was close to where I knew he resided and I called out of the blue and asked if he’d like to take a walk with me in the park.

Naked Eric was a brain with legs; brilliant, ivy league educated, using words I’d never heard before, and always giving the impression he saw himself as the smartest man on the land mass.
None of this bothered me or intimidated me, in fact I found it almost sexy in a quirky way.
Physically he was underwhelming; not unattractive by any means, he clearly worked at keeping in shape, but he appeared slight in his gate and posture.  So when he mentioned being cold and running back to his place to grab a jacket, I didn’t think twice about agreeing.  When we arrived at his front door  and my suggestion of waiting for him there was met with a “oh don’t be ridiculous, come upstairs for a second”, I only became slightly alerted.  On the way upstairs I kept some distance behind him and made a joke about having brass knuckles in my bag.   We both had a good chuckle.  His apartment was gorgeous; wood details that just don’t exists in building plans anymore, windows that reached to near the top of 14foot ceilings.  I’m offered a seat on his L shaped sofa, and that’s when things got odd.

I had, in fact, called out of the blue.  And yes, he did drop whatever he was doing and run out to the park to meet me.  But would I have waited if I’d known he was “in the middle of a work out”?  Of course.
So the fella who claimed he was cold just moments before was now pleading the “sweaty and gross” story.  Five minutes was all he needed.  In the shower.
Red flags shot up in my head left and right, but I agreed. I did.  And he showered while I watched reality television.
When he emerged from the bathroom minutes later, he was in a towel.  I only observed this in my peripheral vision, but it was enough for me.  I mentioned something about getting dressed so we could go on that walk, that I needed a coffee.  I heard him agree, but what I sensed was him walking behind the couch to the other side of the living room which was nowhere near his bedroom which I assumed housed his clothing.  And all of a sudden I am fully aware.  He is sitting next to me on the couch in his towel, I am fully aware.  He must have counted to five or something, but he went for the big reveal shortly after sitting.  I am fully aware the towel is open and there is a naked stranger sitting next to me.  A naked, freckled, flaccid man was sitting next to me and all I could do was howl with laughter as “real” housewives of some southern city paraded flickering light across his pale form.

Waiting

It was on Christmas morn
many years so long ago
when I spent the holidays
at the home of a college chum
who just happened to be
my roommate and best friend
when just before the light of dawn
burst upon a slumbering world
pierced the gloom of the darkness
chased the depressing shadows away
the door to the room in which I slept
crept open and closed quietly
then over to the bed tiptoed
my best friends and roommates
raven haired and well endowed sister
a nineteen year old goddess
who pulled off her nightgown
dropped it onto the carpeted floor
before slipping into my waiting arms
between the sheets of the bed
upon which I lay waiting for her

Beth

Once again the Poet got lucky
late on a Saturday night
when he found himself between the sheets
within the arms of a goddess named Beth
making love to the blonde and buxom lass
who liked to read his erotic poems and stories
because his well written word pictures
made Beth oh so hot and very bothered
soaking wet and extremely horny
like a volcano building up into an eruption
the Poet lay beneath his blonde haired lover
playing with the mountains of Beth’s breasts
his face buried within the valley of her cleavage
as the latest addition to his harem
bounced up and down like a red rubber ball
with the throbbing lance of his manhood
buried deep inside the cleft of Beth’s femininity
who with the sweetness of her wetness
drove the Poet wild with forbidden desire
made him soar far above the clouds of ecstasy
with the luscious curves of her body
until at last the Poet’s rock hard shaft
erupted like a volcano deep inside the warmth
of the sheath of Beth’s hot and wet pussy
as she made the sky blue eyed Poet
cum once again and then a whole lot more

Search Engine Term Of The Week (Episode 3)

Today:

Robert Pattinson with a naked beauty

a) Well, not that I’m prejudiced or anything, but whom are you more interested in? Bobby or his companion?

b) Is Bob meant to be naked too in the desired picture? Or is his ruggedly handsome face enough? (If yes then congratualtions, you hit the jackpot, cause that’s, like, all there is.)

c) How many gazillion pages of search engine results did you have to go through to get to my blog?

d) Why? I mean, if you want to lose your eyesight you can always pour bleach in your eyes.

(Popular variations: Naked Robert Pattinson, Robert Pattinson Naked. Thus my master plan to get more hits on this site by cunning deception of the easily mislead masses is slowly bearing fruit.)

How Does It Make Me Feel

How does it make me feel you ask
whenever you take me inside your mouth
feel the softness of your sweet lips
as they slowly slide down my rock hard shaft
the tip of your tongue as it tickles me

How does it make me feel you ask
as I slowly enter all the way inside you
to watch you take me down your throat
then fill you up with my sweetness
even as you make me cum again and again

How does it make me feel you ask
the way you’ve always made me feel my love
the same way it did when into your eyes
for the very first time I chanced to look
gazed into the depths of your gentle soul

How does it make me feel you ask
the same way when you said, “I Love You”
then kissed me for the very first time
each and every time we make love at night
then fall asleep in each others arms

How does it make me feel you ask
like I’m the luckiest man alive in the world
that you love me enough to pleasure me
to fill my life with so much joy unbounded
make my dreams and fantasies come true

!rorriM eht ni dekaN / Naked in the Mirror!

from The Full Body Project: Photographs by Leonard Nimoy

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The fat woman stares at me – glares at me -
with eyes and folds of fleshy flesh.
Oh, the horror! Oh, the humanity!
She’s not a stately Rubenesque model -
she’s an “indecent” Polaroid android,
posing full frontal for the hustler and
the square staring at the stark, bountiful vision,
reflected in a painted looking glass.
Both women aren’t disgusted by what they see?!
Oh, the horror. Oh, the humanity.

“Naked in the Mirror!” © 2009 by Danna Williams, submitted to Lipstick Pages as a poem by Renée Valmont.

Jennifer, Veronica (everything, all of the time)

[Actual passages out of my journal for the past year...I know, ridiculous, right? What would Jennifer do? Take a shot and move along. What would Veronica do? Take him for all that he's worth, and flick him away with a long, dark painted fingernail. But what does Molly do? Dwell...but I'd like to grow my fingernails long and sharp and scratch it all to hell, leaving my mark, not on some asshole's back, but on the entire world. I think Molly has yet to be determined...don't let the labels fool you, dear reader...)

10/12/08: It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. Cutting myself is not enough — I want to slice myself wide open. I did what I had to do, and if there was a reason, it was you.

10/14/08: Did you see me walking by? Did it ever make you cry? What is he thinking? Does he miss me? Does he remember? Does he miss loving me? Does he remember that time at Six Arms?

10/15/08: You broke my heart. Please forgive me my trespasses, and I’ll forgive you yours.

10/18/08: You said you’d always love me. I started looking for excuses.

10/29/08: Why depression and why not me? Why sorrow and why not love?

11/1/08: What’s there to write about when the scars on my legs say it all. The pain rose to the surface, even if I was the one who had to help it out.

11/6/08: I love him so much. Alone is the last place I wanted to be.

11/11/08: Oh, it hurts. It still hurts. SO BAD. Why? Why? Why?

11./18/08: I want to forget him. But I can’t. Because forgetting him is forgetting me.

12/3/08: I loved him, and he broke my heart. All the hurtful, painful fucks aren’t going to fix this heartache. A thousand other fucks won’t erase the memory.

12/10/08: Trying without luck to forget the damage inflicted on me…and trying to ignore the damage I inflicted. But trying hardest of all to walk that line.

12/14/08: It’s your birthday. I miss you. I might still love you. Is there hope for us?

12/18/08: This hurts SO MUCH. Do you know how much this hurts, God? It hurts SO much.

12/26/08: Saw “Benjamin Button” today. And thought, he would like this movie. I hope he gets to see it.

12/28/08: Why didn’t it work? It needed to work. Why didn’t it work? I hate this. I hate this. It’s all a mess. But maybe it’s a mess I can fix.

12/29/08: I’m healing, and it’s hard. But healing takes time. Learning takes time.

1/2/09: I still love him. And I know he still loves me, or he wouldn’t try.

1/5/09: Unfinished. An unfinished life. An unfinished love. He called our love not unrequited, but unresolved. I said unresolved is the wrong word. Unfinished. And we paused. And his voice cracked.

1/6/09: Be here with me, keep me warm, keep me sane, love me as I love me, but more, differently. Keep me safe, and let me keep you safe.

1/9/09: Love is the most important part of life. Because why bother living without love? I don’t know what will happen. I don’t have the answers. But I have love and I have hope and I have honesty.

1/20/09: I love him tremendously, but I cannot lose myself again.

2/2/09: My beautiful boy is back. Molly, Dave loves you. So DON’T fuck up.

2/10/09: I love him. And I’m not scared at all. I trust him. I can give myself to him

3/12/09: Everything all of the time. How I hate you, Thom Yorke. How I hate you.

3/15/09: I miss you. I feel your absence like a phantom limb. Almost four years. Thank God I still have you.

6/3/09: My God. It’s been this long since I’ve written, spurred on by melancholia and the first random song on my sad  bastard shuffle: The Engine Driver. How apropos. His depression, even the slightest bit of it, affects me tremendously.

8/16/09: Here I am, expecting just a little bit too much from the wounded…difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed, passed over…but I look right on through, see you naked and oblivious. You don’t. See. Me. This song makes me come and cry. Eyes of a fallen angel, and a tragedy…oh well, oh well.

8/17/09: I feel so alone. How could you love me this way? I’m so fucking sick of dating a lie.

9/11/09: There are so many things to say to you. Namely, I still love you. I sleep in your shirt, using your pillows, wiping my tears over everything. Who do you love? If I were lucky, it’d be me. If I were the better person, I’d leave you alone. But I’m small and selfish and miss you and want all of your time.

9/23/09: Something is wrong. My head is splitting wide open. Is it some sort of existential crisis? (A work of art…a work of art…)

9/25/09: Keep me safe — even if you’re not here anymore. Because I wake up scared, wondering where I am, wanting to be safe.

10/5/09: Everything reminds me of him. Even this. Especially this.

10/6/09: Why would I want him if all he does, if all he remembers of me, all he thinks of me is that I’m trite and immature?

10/7/09: Neither one of us is either thing the other accused us of. We’re both heartbroken and petty.

10/13/09: I miss him. Every single day. I paid the price, I certainly did. I never held you in real life.

These are all passages from my “diary,” the very personal thing that I write the worst of the worst in, from a year ago, when he first began tearing my heart into pieces. You will read these items, and think, Molly, you did it to yourself, you did, and that’s what really hurts.
Sure, I’m a very stupid girl. I don’t, however, believe that I am either “trite” or “immature.” Immature people don’t overdraw their own checking accounts to send the love of their lives money so that he can eat. Trite people don’t actually post their own diaries for the world to read. I am many things, but “trite” and “immature” are not words to describe me.

In fact, even when I don’t feel like loaning things out, I do. Because why do I need money, movies, music, books and so forth, when my friends ask to borrow them? I would give any one of my friends the shirt off my back, I would give them my last four dollars, I would offer up, at the very least, my sofa to sleep on, and I would offer to make them dinner. Even the people that have screwed me over? I take them back, into my loving arms, and forgive them, and apologize for the trespasses I made against them.

But I still suck at a lot of things. Like, expressing my feelings in a cohesive way. Or having the patience to wait for someone to heal. Or having the knowledge to know that they’re not going to heal in my arms. I could’ve sacrificed myself, willingly, waiting for him to find stability. But I did once before. This time, I tried a different tactic. And the heartbreak exploded in my face. At least I know one thing for sure. No one will ever, EVER, love him like I did.
But I am worth loving. And I WILL find someone who knows that, and treats me appropriately. And maybe I won’t have to scratch at the walls, trying to figure out how to deal with someone whose wounds weep more than I ever thought mine could.

Think what you will of me. But I am sitting here, my journal sprawled on my bed, as I type in passages from the depths of my soul. I have been called a lot of things, but I am nothing if not honest and open, and willing to expose myself.

Because I know I’m not the only one. I’m probably not the only one who has ever loved you to the point of destruction, or maybe I am. But no one will ever love you as much as I loved you. I truly believe that in my heart. No one will ever love you as much as I loved you.

But maybe, my dear readers, you’ve felt the same way. Well, as you can see, in the past year, I’ve repeated patterns and ended up worse off than before. Read my story. Heed its lessons. Promise me that my heartbreak has not been in vain. Don’t follow my example. Do better than me. Teach me how to live. Just, whatever you do, don’t live like this.

Longing

Oh how I long to feel a certain lovely lass’s
body lying and writhing beneath me
to hear the sweet sounds of her
moans, signs, cries and primal screams
like the sweetest music to my ears
the sound of her musical voice urging me on
as all the while the blonde haired girl
begs for more with each and every thrust
while demanding that I not stop
driving the rock hard and throbbing lance
of my manhood deep inside her flower
the wetness of her womanhood
as my hips rise and fall ever faster
like the pistons of a high powered engine
oh yes how I long each and every night
for something that can never ever happen

Beneath The Sheets

To my room my lover came
took off her clothes
hopped between the sheets
pulled me close
wrapped her limbs about me
pressed her sweet soft lips
against my eager mouth
in a long and passionate kiss
invited my rock hard cock
to come play inside
the sweetness of the wetness
of her hot and wet pussy
how could I even dare to resist
such an erotic summons
to taste the honey of her love

La hermosa Candela Ferro, posando para H

Candela Ferro es casi desconocida aqui en Mexico. Tal vez alguno la recuerde por enseñar ese tremendo par de piernas en Ocurrio Asi de la compañia Telemundo. Pero de ahi en adelante su impacto en este pais es nulo.

Pero lo que es innegable es que esta que arde de buena y eso nadie se lo quita. Y para que vean que no la queremos dejar como una reveranda desconocida, aqui les traemos su biografia, cortesia de http://www.grandesestrellas.com/

Candela Ferro es sin duda alguna, una de las mujeres más carismáticas y respetadas de la pequeña pantalla. Su trabajo como presentadora de ‘Ocurrió Así’ (Telemundo) le sirvió para abrir las puertas del éxito, posicionándola como una de las figuras más aclamadas de la televisión en español.
 
Actualmente, además de presentar la mayoría de los shows especiales de Telemundo, también conduce la versión en español de «Ripley’s believe it or not» , “Ripley’s aunque usted no lo crea” para la cadena. Candela nació en Argentina, en la ciudad de Reconquista. Desde muy temprano, se dio cuenta de que le encantaba entretener a la gente, imitando a la famosa vocalista de tango argentina Libertad Lamarque, y recitando poemas de Federico García Lorca, su escritor favorito y uno de los hombres de letras más influyentes de todos los tiempos. Candela sabía que estaba destinada al mundo del entretenimiento.
 
Estudió comunicaciones en la Universidad de Buenos Aires, pensando que sería capaz de canalizar todos sus talentos a través de su carrera. A los 18 años, empezó a trabajar en un programa de televisión local que se llamaba ‘Domingo Total’, que salía al aire en vivo todos los fines de semana. También trabajó como reportera de espectáculos para el programa ‘De boca en boca’ de ATC Televisión y colaboró como presentadora del popular programa de juegos ‘El juego de la Oca’ en el Canal 13 de Argentina.
 
Durante dos años presentó en “Utilísima Satelital’, un programa enfocado en la mujer con temas de moda, belleza, salud, eventos y entrevistas con celebridades. En 1999, llegó a los Estados Unidos con la intención de convertirse en periodista y presentadora de televisión. En el 2000, su vida tomó un giro espectacular cuando Telemundo Internacional la contrató para trabajar como escritora, productora y presentadora de noticias.
 
Desde su ingreso en Telemundo, ahora parte de la familia de NBC, Candela ha tenido el honor de presentar los Latin Billboard Awards en el 2001 y en el 2004, un evento visto por millones de televidentes en todo el mundo. En el 2004 también presentó los Hispanic Heritage Awards y el Premio de la Gente para la cadena. En el 2002 Candela presentó la ceremonia de la alfombra roja de los Latin Billboard Awards (también en el 2003), los premios INTE en Miami, los premios Ritmo Latino Awards en Los Angeles y el Desfile de Acción de Gracias de Macy’s para Telemundo (simultáneamente con NBC).
 
En el 2003 fue nominada como la mejor presentadora femenina del año en los premios INTE. Ese mismo año presentó los premios Golden Globe por primera vez en español, el programa de la alfombra roja del Tributo a Celia Cruz y el certamen Miss Universo desde Panamá, así como desde Ecuador en el 2004. Aunque no ha modelado en mucho tiempo, su belleza y encanto siguen cautivando a la gente. Fue elegida por la revista People En Español como una de las “25 bellezas” del 2001 y recientemente en la edición del 2004 de los “50 más bellos”, además de aparecer en la edición de trajes de baño del 2003 de la misma revista.
 
Candela es una de las figuras más queridas por los medios en español, donde aparece frecuentemente por su estilo incomparable y sus logros. Ha aparecido en las páginas de Vanidades, Gente, Vogue en Español, TV y Novelas, TV Notas, Ocean Drive en Español, sólo por nombrar algunos.

Голая Куросава Аи (фото в продолжении)

порнозвезда Kurosawa Ai

Kurosawa Ai
Дата рождения 24 Декабря, 1982
Место рождения Сига, Япония
Размеры 95-60-87(см)
Рост 167см
Цвет глаз Карие
Цвет волос Шатенка

Kurosawa Ai – известная, завоевавшая множество наград модель и актриса фильмов для взрослых. Дебют состоялся в 2001 году. Первая работа – Scenery of Love aka Love Scene студии Alice Japan. В период с 2001 по 2006 год снялась во множестве порнофильмов. В январе 2006 ушла в отставку вплоть до августа 2007г, но продолжила работать стриптизёршей. С 2008 года Kurosawa Ai снимается в фильмах категории “uncensored”, предназначенных для продажи за территорией Японии.

Небольшой фотосет с Kurosawa Ai. В дольнейшем будут выкладываться другие фотоподборки с этой и другими звёздами JAV.

A Night To Remember

As the Titanic slipped beneath the waves
broke apart into two separate pieces
as she sank downwards into a watery grave
taking both passengers and crew with her
to settle down upon the sandy bottom far below
through a rift in the fabric of time itself
between the silky smooth thighs of my lover
my hips did easily slip and come to rest
as I rode my lover throughout the tragic night
while others lost their lives without recourse
through the stupid pride and incompetence
of those who should have known better
upon the soft curves of my ghostly lovers body
my lustful passions did I sate
yet when at last as one we came together
the rift in time did close of it’s own accord
back into the past helplessly my voluptuous lover
slipped from my embrace to fall back into
the destiny of the loneliness of her watery grave
leaving me alone beneath the covers
to savor the anniversary of A Night To Remember

I’m a Rhino and She’s a Hippo

There’s a hippo in my tub! There’s a hippo in my tub!
yelled I one morning with a smile
while my wife was taking a bath
how come I’m a hippo when your just as big as me?
my lovely wife asked with a frown
oh I’m a rhino! declared I laughingly
and why is that? her inquiring mind wanted to know
cause I have a horn to poke ya with
over my shoulder I replied while walking out the door

Out of Sight

With the luscious curves of her naked body
the sweetness of her wetness
my lovely and well endowed forbidden lover
chose to comfort my pinga
where we were hidden from the prying sight
of her husband’s roaming eyes
lying on a blanket deep within the dark forest
sliding between the protective
lips of her labia in an out of her womanhood
my forbidden lover cried out
again and a whole lot more in sexual ecstasy
while the orbs of her breasts
lay cupped within the palms of both my hands
the trigger of her nipples
lay beneath the gentle pressure of my thumbs