Today's post is sort of a dual-theme: Breast Cancer Awareness and Artistic Nudity.
My sincere thanks to @Irish_Greg for allowing me to use his pic for today's post. Unfortunately he's caused quite a drop in my productivity this morning because for 30 minutes I've just been stuck here staring at it... um, I mean worried about properly sizing/positioning it and all that stuff. Purely professional reasons of course. ;-)
But seriously the man is simply sexy and there's no denying that. This shot is very lovely too. Greg treats us to his absolutely amazing butt, sexy back and even turns to show us that adorable face. A triple-treat of excitement without offending! A perfect artistic nudity shot. If I could somehow jump into the frame I'd give him a nice back scrub in thanks for his contribution.
Best of all, when I contacted Greg to ask his permission to use this photo he was quick to point out that this provocative pic is his way to support the gals on #FeelemFriday. So his heart is in the right place too!
Before I stumbled upon Greg's AVI last week I'd never heard of him. But this image caught my attention and kept it! I've been a follower of his ever since and I recommend that you follow him too. Again his user name is @Irish_Greg. Don't forget that today is #FeelemFriday so boobs, moobs, and nads are all ripe for the touching today... all in the name of cancer prevention!
Bye for now @Irish_Greg. You'll be in the forefront of my mind for the rest of the day....
xxx
Gina
P.S. Do you guys think I can get him to join the secret agents of SFG69? Of course he might have to submit to an entrance exam in my office to ensure that butt of his isn't infected... looks remarkably puffy like it may have been compromised in the same way as the other agents during their recent Hooter's assignment. I think I need to get a sample to rule out the possibility.
This is my (not so) secret world. Feel free to tweet and share your favorite posts. xxx Gina
Friday, September 30, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Symbiotic Perversions (part 1)
They were an absolutely perfect couple.
She loved to be seen and touched by strangers but was far too shy to initiate the experience. He loved to show her off and was excited to see other men (and women) pleasure her.
Tonight it would be a bit of the usual. They would go out for a few drinks at a random bar and see what sort of attention they could draw.
They liked to pretend they were strangers. Dressed casually in torn, well-worn jeans and unimpressive flannel shirt, he'd enter the bar first, ordering a drink and striking up conversation with some of the other patrons. He was boisterous anyway, but he'd be sure to really stand out now to gather some initial attention.
After about 10 minutes or so, she'd arrive, decked out in a much too short skirt, lace panties underneath and a silk blouse, no bra. She'd sit a few spots away from him ordering her own drink to enforce the idea that she was there alone.
They always liked to sit on raised stools at the bar to draw the most attention. That and it afforded the best view to as many of the onlookers as possible.
They'd start their performance slowly, just having a couple drinks each and casually conversing at a distance. She'd feign disinterest in him... short, terse responses when he spoke; patronizing smiles that were meant to look dismissive. But over the course of 30 minutes or so, she'd start to "warm up" to his attention. Eventually she'd laugh at a joke or smile warmly his way as the conversation loosened up.
At that point he'd "make a move" to join her by "buying her a drink" and relocating to the stool next to her. Of course all the guys at the bar would be keenly interested to see how things progressed for him. Some would talk in whispers and make little wagers about whether he'd "strike out" with this foxy lady that was so obviously out of his league.
They'd sit and talk for awhile enjoying another drink each. Then he'd casually move his hand to her leg, right below the bottom edge of her skirt. She'd respond by spreading her legs apart ever so slightly. By then the interest level of the bar patrons would be soaring. Most of them would be obsessed with what was going on... even as they tried to act as though they hadn’t noticed.
They could both sense the eyes upon them and it made entire experience so exciting. But they acted cool and unaware... carrying on their conversation as if in their own little world.
Over a short period of time, he'd gradually move his hand further up her leg and she'd respond by scooting a little closer to him and parting her thighs a bit more. Eventually his entire hand would completely disappear under her skirt. In the meantime they both carried on talking, eyes locked as though nothing unusual was going on.
They liked to pretend they were strangers. Dressed casually in torn, well-worn jeans and unimpressive flannel shirt, he'd enter the bar first, ordering a drink and striking up conversation with some of the other patrons. He was boisterous anyway, but he'd be sure to really stand out now to gather some initial attention.
After about 10 minutes or so, she'd arrive, decked out in a much too short skirt, lace panties underneath and a silk blouse, no bra. She'd sit a few spots away from him ordering her own drink to enforce the idea that she was there alone.
They always liked to sit on raised stools at the bar to draw the most attention. That and it afforded the best view to as many of the onlookers as possible.
They'd start their performance slowly, just having a couple drinks each and casually conversing at a distance. She'd feign disinterest in him... short, terse responses when he spoke; patronizing smiles that were meant to look dismissive. But over the course of 30 minutes or so, she'd start to "warm up" to his attention. Eventually she'd laugh at a joke or smile warmly his way as the conversation loosened up.
At that point he'd "make a move" to join her by "buying her a drink" and relocating to the stool next to her. Of course all the guys at the bar would be keenly interested to see how things progressed for him. Some would talk in whispers and make little wagers about whether he'd "strike out" with this foxy lady that was so obviously out of his league.
They'd sit and talk for awhile enjoying another drink each. Then he'd casually move his hand to her leg, right below the bottom edge of her skirt. She'd respond by spreading her legs apart ever so slightly. By then the interest level of the bar patrons would be soaring. Most of them would be obsessed with what was going on... even as they tried to act as though they hadn’t noticed.
They could both sense the eyes upon them and it made entire experience so exciting. But they acted cool and unaware... carrying on their conversation as if in their own little world.
Over a short period of time, he'd gradually move his hand further up her leg and she'd respond by scooting a little closer to him and parting her thighs a bit more. Eventually his entire hand would completely disappear under her skirt. In the meantime they both carried on talking, eyes locked as though nothing unusual was going on.
At that point the atmosphere in the bar would be electric. Anyone that hadn’t already been watching would be made aware in hushed whispers from the others. Some of the more brazen patrons might start to reposition themselves in an attempt to get a look up the sexy, and apparently slutty, woman's skirt to see exactly what might be going on.
The final set piece of the performance would consist of him slowly withdrawing his hand and with it her panties... and in a faux act of discreetness crumpling them and placing them into his pants pocket.
The final set piece of the performance would consist of him slowly withdrawing his hand and with it her panties... and in a faux act of discreetness crumpling them and placing them into his pants pocket.
To Be Continued...
***
Hope you guys enjoyed the start.... I'll continue the story in a couple days. ;-)
xxx
Gina
Saturday, September 24, 2011
More about the creative writing process
My Internet has been down all day. So I thought I'd create a post that I can hopefully get onto the blog when service is restored. This one is less about the erotica itself and more about the technical & creative aspects of how I write.
I've been complimented from time-to-tim about my writing quality (not to brag) and I thank everyone for that as I really appreciate the remarks. But it's not really a "natural" ability that just flows out of me. It's the result of simple multi-pass refinement.
What I am hoping to do with this post is show you how almost anyone can achieve the same level of prose if you're truly dedicated to doing so. I'm going to write an uber-short "erotic story" right now from scratch and show you how it develops into final form from a less than auspicious start.
Now the end result probably won't be anything special, but the point is to notice how it vastly improves during each pass.
First draft: (Throw ideas down, get the general direction... ignore all errors)
He walked by window, noticed light and saw girl undresing. Hes undetected so split decision required to walk by or ssatify lustful pervy need to peep. Checkuing around no one out that obviously sees him so he hides and watches her finishi undressing for night. Just as light in room goes out he finishes slef-pleasuring.
OK. So obviously the above is very short and crappy quality. It's riddled with spelling mistakes galore and incomplete thoughts. But the purpose is to record the initial idea flow as it occurs to me as quickly as possible. I never stop to edit unless I make a mistake that's SO bad I won't be able to decipher what was even intended when I go back to edit.
Now having completed the draft, I can go back and address each idea, expanding it as I correct all of the obvious mistakes as well.
First edit: (Fix errors, further refine text & story ideas. Add some ambiance)
Coming home from the bar he noticed a light emanating from her bedroom window. Not really intending to peek, but still... the sexy young coed's partially-undressed body was clearly visible from the street.
He had a decision... walk by and be thankful for the brief exciting view or stop and watch this young lady. He was on the fence, but had to decide quickly. Glancing around to ensure no one was present, he slipped into a dark shadow to watch her.
He really couldn't help himself. The spontaneous display was just so exciting. So he stopped in the shadows, unzipping his pants and turning his attention to his own sex organ.
The moment only lasts briefly as she finishes undressing and then reaches for the wall switch and extinguishes the light. But the moment lasted just long enough for him to complete his perverted pleasuring outside her window on this dark, but now noticeably warmer, evening.
Second edit: (Embellish story. Add even more ambiance. Start to develop/describe characters.)
I've been complimented from time-to-tim about my writing quality (not to brag) and I thank everyone for that as I really appreciate the remarks. But it's not really a "natural" ability that just flows out of me. It's the result of simple multi-pass refinement.
What I am hoping to do with this post is show you how almost anyone can achieve the same level of prose if you're truly dedicated to doing so. I'm going to write an uber-short "erotic story" right now from scratch and show you how it develops into final form from a less than auspicious start.
Now the end result probably won't be anything special, but the point is to notice how it vastly improves during each pass.
First draft: (Throw ideas down, get the general direction... ignore all errors)
He walked by window, noticed light and saw girl undresing. Hes undetected so split decision required to walk by or ssatify lustful pervy need to peep. Checkuing around no one out that obviously sees him so he hides and watches her finishi undressing for night. Just as light in room goes out he finishes slef-pleasuring.
***
OK. So obviously the above is very short and crappy quality. It's riddled with spelling mistakes galore and incomplete thoughts. But the purpose is to record the initial idea flow as it occurs to me as quickly as possible. I never stop to edit unless I make a mistake that's SO bad I won't be able to decipher what was even intended when I go back to edit.
Now having completed the draft, I can go back and address each idea, expanding it as I correct all of the obvious mistakes as well.
First edit: (Fix errors, further refine text & story ideas. Add some ambiance)
Coming home from the bar he noticed a light emanating from her bedroom window. Not really intending to peek, but still... the sexy young coed's partially-undressed body was clearly visible from the street.
He had a decision... walk by and be thankful for the brief exciting view or stop and watch this young lady. He was on the fence, but had to decide quickly. Glancing around to ensure no one was present, he slipped into a dark shadow to watch her.
He really couldn't help himself. The spontaneous display was just so exciting. So he stopped in the shadows, unzipping his pants and turning his attention to his own sex organ.
The moment only lasts briefly as she finishes undressing and then reaches for the wall switch and extinguishes the light. But the moment lasted just long enough for him to complete his perverted pleasuring outside her window on this dark, but now noticeably warmer, evening.
***
OK, so after first edit it's much better. This might be the point I stop at for a blog post or other partial idea. But for most stories I'm intending to publish, I'd go back at least one more time (more likely 2-3 times) refining and embellishing the story each pass.
Second edit: (Embellish story. Add even more ambiance. Start to develop/describe characters.)
Coming home from the bar Tom was enjoying the cool still night. There had been a new moon earlier in the week so it was mostly pitch dark. The darkness made it easy to notice the contrasting light emanating from her bedroom window. Not really intending to peek, Tom simply couldn't help it... the sexy young coed's partially-undressed body was clearly visible from the street. Her blond hair, long and straight, hung down in front of her already naked b-cup breasts . Her skin was tan and smooth and he imagined how soft it must feel to the touch.
Tom had a decision... to walk on by and be thankful for the brief exciting view he'd already seen or live up to his name and decide to stop and "peep" this young lady. He was on the fence but had to decide quickly. Glancing around to ensure no one was present, Tom went with his genetic male tendencies and slipped into a dark shadow to watch her complete her undressing.
She was just starting to remove her pants and even from a distance of about 12 feet Tom could make out the tattoo, a simple red heart, located right above her pubic patch and peeking out from the top of her white panties. He could also see through their thin fabric that this beautiful girl was not a true blond though she did seem to keep things trimmed up nicely.
Tom really couldn't help himself. The excitement of this spontaneous display had already inflated his sex organ to half-mast. Without even considering the risk he unzipped and removed it from his trousers now eagerly coaxing his cock to full attention.
Without a moment to spare Tom's body, or most specifically his groin, had quickly reached a heightened sense of arousal which peaked just as the sexy girl, now fully nude, extended her dainty hand towards the wall switch that would extinguish the light. Fortunately for Tom, her body had turned to face the window straight on and her full-frontal nudity was all the visual stimulation Tom needed to complete his perverted pleasuring outside her window on this dark, but now noticeably warmer, evening.
***
So the story is still nothing special, but it's quite a lot better than the mess I started with in the hasty first draft. Now honestly I wouldn't normally write the first draft spontaneously like that. I would have already planned out the scenes, mentally and in outline form, ahead of time.
But the point simply is... when it comes time to write, what I feel works best is to not get bogged down spending lots of time during the first draft creation. Just getting ideas down is the most important part.
Then expanding the story, fixing typos, or adding flowery text can all come later during subsequently editing passes.
So if you have a desire to do your own writing, but feel like you cannot attain the "finished quality" of some other things you've read, just remember that those pieces mostly likely got to that level through this multi-pass refinement process.
Give it a try yourself. It might not work for you initially (or at all) but I happen to know that quite a lot of writers do in fact use a process very similar to this.
And if you have no desire to write at all, but still read this far anyway, I hope you found this post to be entertaining or enlightening.
xxx
Gina
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Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Photo Shoot with Penny
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Without further delay, I present to you:
***
Photo Shoot with Penny
I never imagined it would come to something like this. I have a college degree after all. That was supposed to be my “ticket” out of poverty. My poor dad, just a blue collar worker, struggled to send all us kids to college so that we could have a “better life” than he’d had. He was the consummate family man sacrificing everything, including his own day-to-day existence, to make things better for us.
Mom didn’t work. He wouldn’t let her. He insisted that her full-time job was in the home being a mother to us all. And though we struggled even more financially as a result of that edict, I can’t help but look back and agree he was right. Having the constant nurturing, care, and guidance from our mother made all six of us kids grow up feeling loved.
What would Daddy think of this choice? He certainly wouldn’t approve. But, would he disown me? Would it be an insult to all of his hard work to keep me fed, clothed and educated? Or, would he understand… that I was just doing whatever it took to get by… very much as he had done his entire life to support all of us?
I didn’t know for sure, but I certainly also wasn’t keen to find out. That’s one reason why I had downplayed my own financial problems at the same time that I’d been secretly considering something like this all along.
The “job opportunities” ad in the newspaper simply read, “$300, 4 hours nude modeling, 30yo or younger, reasonably fit” with a phone number to call. I was making just over $300 a week and that just wasn’t cutting it to get by. Each month my meager savings were dwindling to supplement that income to make ends meet. There weren’t many months-worth left. So the idea of effectively doubling this week’s income for an afternoon’s time was VERY appealing indeed.
I dialed the number and my heart stuck in my throat. The voice on the other end, a woman, simply answered “hello?” That was a bit confusing for a place of business I thought and I almost hung up.
But then somehow I forced out, “I’m calling about the ad…?”
Mom didn’t work. He wouldn’t let her. He insisted that her full-time job was in the home being a mother to us all. And though we struggled even more financially as a result of that edict, I can’t help but look back and agree he was right. Having the constant nurturing, care, and guidance from our mother made all six of us kids grow up feeling loved.
What would Daddy think of this choice? He certainly wouldn’t approve. But, would he disown me? Would it be an insult to all of his hard work to keep me fed, clothed and educated? Or, would he understand… that I was just doing whatever it took to get by… very much as he had done his entire life to support all of us?
I didn’t know for sure, but I certainly also wasn’t keen to find out. That’s one reason why I had downplayed my own financial problems at the same time that I’d been secretly considering something like this all along.
The “job opportunities” ad in the newspaper simply read, “$300, 4 hours nude modeling, 30yo or younger, reasonably fit” with a phone number to call. I was making just over $300 a week and that just wasn’t cutting it to get by. Each month my meager savings were dwindling to supplement that income to make ends meet. There weren’t many months-worth left. So the idea of effectively doubling this week’s income for an afternoon’s time was VERY appealing indeed.
I dialed the number and my heart stuck in my throat. The voice on the other end, a woman, simply answered “hello?” That was a bit confusing for a place of business I thought and I almost hung up.
But then somehow I forced out, “I’m calling about the ad…?”
***
The morning of the shoot I was so nervous I had to pee about every 10 minutes. I just knew that was going to go over really well if it continued. The studio was only a half-mile from my downtown apartment, very convenient and lucky since I don’t own a car. I’d be able to walk there and back thus avoiding exorbitant taxi cab fares.
I must admit I almost chickened out at the last moment… I really did. But the stack of unpaid bills on the coffee table gave me the strength and motivation I needed to walk those 4 blocks. Along the way I imagined that everyone I passed was able to look at me and just intrinsically knew what I was about to do. How dirty and slutty I was. I couldn’t bring myself to make eye contact with anyone as a result.
When I got to the building the studio was in, an old converted apartment building, my heart was racing and my hand was shaking as I pushed the doorbell for suite 303 in the entryway. It simply had a sticker above it with the beautifully handwritten “Photography by Penelope” scrawled in purple ink.
A female voice came from the simple wall-mounted speaker “Yes?”
“I have an appointment” I answered. I couldn’t even bring myself to utter my own name, I was so ashamed and embarrassed.
No response other than the buzzer being pressed releasing the lock of the entryway door.
***
I climbed the stairs to the third floor and was greeted at the top by a simply stunning raven-haired beauty. She extended her hand and I immediately noticed the beautiful gold bracelet she wore and the enormous diamond ring as I gently accepted her handshake. “Hi, I’m Penny sweetheart. Come in. Can I get you some tea or coffee?”
That would be the last thing I wanted both because of my anxiety and because even though I had just peed before I left my apartment I needed to yet again.
“No thanks, but could I just use your bathroom?”
“Sure honey. It’s over there, second door on the right” Penny said as she smiled at me warmly and pointed down the hall.
As I dropped my pants and sat on the toilet I looked down upon my own crotch and thought “Wow, I am about to show this woman this view and more… for money. And she is going to subsequently show it to untold numbers of people. All for $300. Is it worth is really? Maybe I should leave.”
But as I reemerged from the bathroom, before I could say anything, Penny instructed me “Anytime you need a break for a drink or the bathroom or whatever, just let me know. I’m not the clock-watching type. We’ll have plenty of time to get the shots I’d like.”
Not sure of what to say I simply muttered “OK.” And with that I supposed I had sealed my fate to go forward with it. Kind of as a last desperate attempt, I added “but I’ve never done anything like this before….” I guess I was maybe hoping she might decide to call the whole thing off when she found out I was inexperienced.
“Nude modeling? It’s OK honey, it’s really just like normal modeling. I’ll tell you when to remove your garments. I’ve got several outfits and costumes for you to wear anyway. After a couple outfits it will feel just like normal to you.”
Obviously we had a bit of a communication gap, “No. I mean I’ve never done this… modeling at all, nude or otherwise.”
She looked at me shocked and I was sure that meant the end of our session. But instead she said, “You’re kidding me. Sweetheart you are gorgeous. You look like a natural model.”
I blushed from the unexpected compliment.
She continued on, “Well I feel all the more special then being your first. I’m very lucky being able to discover a gem like you.”
I wasn’t sure all that gushing was appropriate but at least I was starting to feel a little less uncomfortable as a result. “OK, well just tell me what to do then, I guess.”
She looked me up and down, I was wearing blue jeans and a maroon button-down ruffle shirt… not exactly the outfit of a fashion plate.
“Well these clothes simply will not do, so let’s get you changed into your first outfit.” She pointed to a rack with hanging clothes. On it were a fancy black evening dress, sexy hosiery, garters and crotch-less panties! I looked at the tag on the dress.
“I’ve already preselected all the clothes to fit based on the size you said you were on the phone. But if something is a little too snug or loose I have others available we can try.”
I tried to gather the things up in my arms to head back towards the bathroom but as I did the frown on Penny’s face told me that wasn’t going to work.
“Listen baby. I realize you might be a little shy since this is your first time. But I’m going to see you naked anyway… that and I really like to take photos of you dressing and undressing as well, so I’m sorry, but you’re going to need to change right here.”
As if the issue were totally decided, her statement was punctuated by her turning on a switch that suddenly illuminated the entire area in bright photographic lights. Not only would I need to strip naked right there in front of Penny, but she was going to capture it all under the harshest lighting conditions that would allow me to keep no secrets whatsoever.
A small tear formed in the corner of my eye and started to trickle down my cheek even as I began unbuttoning my top.
***
To get through the trauma of it all, I had to simply let my mind go blank. But the sound of the camera shutter clicking wasn’t loud enough to drown out my suppressed sobs. After awhile Penny stopped and approached me.
“What’s wrong baby? Why are you crying?”
“I don’t really know I told her.” It was a lie, one of convenience. There was no way I could explain it to her.
She reached up and wiped a tear from my cheek. “It’s OK sugar, it’s alright. No more pictures honey if they upset you so much.”
“But I really need the money. I have to do this.” My lips formed into an involuntary pout and penny just looked at them transfixed … and then kissed me.
I was in shock. I couldn’t move or speak. I just stood there looking at her. So she kissed me again. Her lips were soft and velvety and I felt a tingle of excitement when she did.
Although I’d had a few experiences with women before, none had been while I was sober. It was a strange and uncomfortable feeling for me. But Penny was in fact very beautiful and I was attracted to her. Because of that fact and because it alleviated the fear and pain of posing nude, I let her seduce me right there in the studio in front of those bright lights.
I’d only gotten partially undressed before suffering my complete breakdown so now she helped me complete the job or at least down to my bra and panties. At that point I went ahead and took the initiative to start on her own clothes. As soon as I made that move, she quickly followed and helped me strip her to undergarments as well.
Penny’s body was magnificent. She was wearing very sultry black and red bra and panties under her professional skirt and silk blouse. She also had on black fishnet stockings with a floral pattern embellishment.
Suddenly the situation went from one in which I was scared and uncomfortable into one in which I was excited and extremely horny. We kissed again, now very passionately. The soft subtle lip-to-lip “excuse me” kisses replaced by hungry, tongue-probing, passionate ones.
Penny was the first to start exploring, leaving my face and heading southwardly down my body, kissing and licking and groping my flesh in a thrilling exhibition of expert carnal pleasure-giving. First focusing on my chest with bra on, she teased and pleased for quite some time. My nipples, rock hard now, were poking insistently and clamoring to be freed from their fabric bindings.
Penny continued to tease and I’d had all of that I could take so I reached up and gently guided her head to my right tit in unison with my left hand unclasping my bra. She smiled at me with a wicked grin and went right to work on licking and suckling my sensitive nipple and areola. Her tongue not only excited the nerve endings in my breast but seemingly brought to life my entire nervous system as I felt waves of pleasure coursing through my entire body all the way to my toes.
After a few minutes she switched sides and gave similar attention to my left breast. By now I was literally aching for her touch down below. But I wouldn’t put my selfish needs above hers. There was time for that later. Instead I took the lead and drew back from her mouth and now lowered my head to return the favor.
Even before I could reach her soft, beautiful, blemish- free skin Penny had already removed her brassiere. Apparently she wouldn’t let me put her through the same slow, drawn out torture she’d done to me.
As I flicked my tongue in concentric circles around her nipples, Penny reached her hand down into my panties and found I’d already made a wet mess in their crotch. She proceeded to manipulate my soft folds in such a probing fashion, ensuring the mess would get even worse.
Things were quickly escalating… so it was a damn good thing there was a bed right there in the studio. We both headed towards it without a word. Fuck the frilly undergarments, it was time to strip completely naked. With urgency we nearly tore each other’s panties off and seamlessly slipped into a sixty-nine position.
Penny, a stranger to me less than 30 minutes ago, buried her face into my most sacred, guarded place and I did the same to her. The combination of her skillful soft tongue on one end and her sweet flowery scent and decadently wonderful taste on the other was driving me wild and pushed me to the brink of orgasm within a few minutes. Her own ample and increasing wetness told me without words that Penny was loving this as much as I.
Whether through sheer coincidence or some freaky kismet connection we both ended up climaxing at nearly the exact same moment and it was a fantastic union of dual pleasure consisting of synchronized moaning, shuddering, and exchange of hot bodily fluids. My own orgasm seemed to last for at least 10 seconds of continuous “almost too much to take” electrifying pleasure. I couldn't be certain about Penny, but she seemed to enjoy hers nearly as much.
The most unique thing… was that afterwards... as we now both lay exhausted on the studio bed “prop” there was no awkward moment that almost always accompanies a spontaneous hookup with a stranger. No instead we cuddled in each other’s arms. I now felt completely at ease. After a short while of recovery, we commenced to administering a second orgasm on each other. This time we took turns giving and receiving with Penny being the first to offer me the wonderful gift of an equally Earth-shattering climax. As she worked her magic on me I stared in wonder at her incredible flawless beauty.
I returned the favor shortly thereafter and Penny rewarded me with the most delicious cum that I had ever tasted from male or female in all of the sexual encounters I'd ever had. Again afterward, we were both so spent as to barely be able to move.
It had been over two hours now and although I was dreading even asking about it, the unfortunate reality had sunk in. I had come here to earn some much-needed cash and Penny had taken practically no photos of me this morning.
“I’m not going to earn that $300 today am I?”
Penny sighed and said, “No sugar I’m afraid not.”
I knew that was coming, but what I didn’t expect was her next statement. “But you will be earning $2,500 darling if you’re willing to sign the release.”
I stared at her with confused look and she took me by the hand and led me over to the video camera, set on tripod and running, impossible to see until we cleared those damned bright studio lights. It had recorded our entire encounter from the moment I had started undressing.
“It’s $2,500 guaranteed to sign the release. But if the DVD does well, I’ll share the profits with you 50/50. There is a big market for amateur lesbian porn honey… especially genuine amateurs. And your performance darling was as genuine as they get.”
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Breast Cancer Awareness -- Guys Help Raise Awareness Too
Now I KNOW all you guys love it when the gals post their breast cancer awareness AVIs on twitter on Wednesdays and/or Fridays.
We're glad you love it... it's quite flattering. But please don't forget the reason it's being done.
How can you help repay us for sharing? Speaking for myself, in 2 simple ways.
1. Don't forget to give your own shoutout to #BoobieWed #BoobieWednesday and #FeelEmFriday from time-to-time to help keep the topic in mind and raise awareness. You can retweet someone else's SO or why not just do one of your own as well!?
2. Like this anonymous follower, post your own chest shot guys. We ladies really appreciate getting some eye candy of our own and men are affected by breast cancer as well so it's completely appropriate....
OK, I admit the eye candy part is truly a big motivating factor. What? That should make you feel good about it. So show us your pecs men! I know not a lot of guys are actually doing this these days. That's why when someone does like this... it instantly raises my opinion of him several notches.
So join us in the fight, raise awareness and maybe get a few ladies a little hot and bothered as well. What's the downside? None really! I expect to see more male boobie shots going forward. Please don't disappoint me.
xxx
Gina
We're glad you love it... it's quite flattering. But please don't forget the reason it's being done.
How can you help repay us for sharing? Speaking for myself, in 2 simple ways.
1. Don't forget to give your own shoutout to #BoobieWed #BoobieWednesday and #FeelEmFriday from time-to-time to help keep the topic in mind and raise awareness. You can retweet someone else's SO or why not just do one of your own as well!?
2. Like this anonymous follower, post your own chest shot guys. We ladies really appreciate getting some eye candy of our own and men are affected by breast cancer as well so it's completely appropriate....
OK, I admit the eye candy part is truly a big motivating factor. What? That should make you feel good about it. So show us your pecs men! I know not a lot of guys are actually doing this these days. That's why when someone does like this... it instantly raises my opinion of him several notches.
So join us in the fight, raise awareness and maybe get a few ladies a little hot and bothered as well. What's the downside? None really! I expect to see more male boobie shots going forward. Please don't disappoint me.
xxx
Gina
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