Tuesday, July 1, 2008

This blog has moved...

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Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Quick Catch Up

Sorry, I've been MIA but I'm in the middle of a big project at work.  14 hour days are doing nothing to stoke my desire to blog and really putting a damper on my sex life.  And while I promised myself I would never use my blog to communicate with those in my life, PS is going through a bit of a rough spot.

PS-  Hang in there, sexy!  I know it sucks right now but it will get better.

-End of personal message-

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Kindred Spirit...

Tonight I had the rare opportunity to hang out with a friend I feel an bizarre connection with. Free Spirit and I are at once extremely similar and incredible different all the same. The same in that we are both ridiculous flirts and party animals. Different in that she is very sensitive and traditional in her sense of relationships. A solid combination of drugs, booze, and crazed dancing helped us get to know each other even better than our last encounter almost 2 months ago. She is my truest confident in this space, which is probably the function of our relative distance than anything else.

Nothing untoward passes between us, dear reader. She did at one point suggest I was embellishing my sex life while a little later making sure that I didn't regard her as a "tease". Both things kind of hurt but I realize, despite the fact that we share an pathos, she is not in my type of relationship and is not used to my level of openness.

She is ridiculously hot, though. I do hope that one day I will get featured in a hot dream or two :) I know she will make more than few of mine.

Monday, February 18, 2008

Itch scratched

After a frustrating (in pretty much every sense of the world) week, I was ready for some good ol'fashioned debauchery.  As I mentioned last post, a session with Perfect Slut and The One was just the remedy for my blues.  PS met up with The One and I at a local watering hole that I love for many reasons- the least of which is that it tends to be a congregation point for our local roller derby girls.  

Now the PS doesn't drink but she requires no dutch courage to start some shit. I belly to the bar to order my second round of drinks when I hear a commotion.  PS lying on a table and The One and another girl are doing bodyshots of her.  I guess the long weekend is bringing the best in people!  It turns out to be her 21st b-day and she is celebrating by licking tequila of my hot friend and then kissing my girl.  As awesome as I think the b-day girl is, her friends apparently think things are a little out of control and spirit her away to the next bar.

The One and PS are feeling good after their taste of fresh meat. We're seated in a circular booth with PS in the middle of the sandwich.  As they scope other potential conquests I notice that The One hand is under the table, in the general vicinity of PS's lap.   PS gets off on public action (remind me to tell you about the time we went shopping with her wearing remote control vibrating panties), but I haven't noticed any change in her demeanor.    Has she gotten better at hiding her arousal in public?  Not a second after the thought enters my mind,  PS turns her head to me, grabs my arm, and buries her face in my neck as she comes.

I'm staring at The One's eyes and her devilish smile makes me chuckle.  Luckily, the loud and abusive rock from the juke box drowned out PS's moans because we weren't exactly by ourselves.  In fact, The One is licking PS's juices from her fingers when a waitress asked if we wanted another drink.  "I think we're done, thanks."  The One quickly said as she grabbed PS's hand and leads her out of the booth.  I take a second to compose (and readjust) myself and join them on the street.

As we walk to PS's car I think about The One's power trip.  Two things are on my mind:  1) How can she go from almost asexual to making out with strangers and fingering someone at a bar almost at the flip of a switch? 2) Will she share PS?  

Luckily, I don't have a lot to time to think about it because as soon as we are in the car hands and lips are everywhere.  

A blessedly short ride later, we are back at our place and The One and PS are making on our bed. I slide behind The One and get to work on removing her clothes.  The One has her hand under PS's skirt and it rides up to reveal that there are no panties on our slutty friend.  When she is highly aroused, PS has a hair trigger and The One is playing her like a violin.  She takes her to the edge of release and then backs off.  As she repeats this I take the opportunity to help PS lose her top and bra, releasing her incredible breasts.

Soon I'm toying with PS's nipples- alternating between licking, sucking, and nibbling.  This acts as a multiplier to The One's work and PS screams as she reaches a powerful orgasm.  The One continues to finger PS as she rides one orgasm to the next.  Finally, PS goes limp and The One and I take the opportunity to lose the rest of our clothes and start to kiss.

PS recovers and joins in by going down on The One.  After a few minutes I suggest that they 69 and take up a position behind The One.  As PS licks her from below I start to lick her  her inviting asshole (one of her absolute favorite thing in the world).   She is moaning into PS's pussy and I can tell she is getting close. I slip two fingers in to her pussy from behind, stroking her g-spot as PS licks her clit.  I lube up the thumb from my other hand  with her juices and slowly slip it in her ass.  

The One's moans are now louder and more intense.  I feel the walls of her pussy start to grip my fingers and she screams as her first orgasm hits her.  I remove my fingers and replace them with my cock.  PS continues to lick her from bellow as I fuck her doggie style.  The One gives up on trying to lick PS as she starts to experience the rolling orgasms she gets from g-spot stimulations.  

I pull out of The One when she gets too weak to hold herself up and stick my soaking cock in PS's waiting mouth.  She works me over with her tongue and I start to pump in and out of her face.  Getting used like the slut that she is gets PS all worked up again and she pulls away from my cock and pulls me down on the bed.  Quickly she mounts me and begins to ride me hard.  The One comes to her side and starts to play PS's bouncing breasts as the make out.  

As turned on as she was I knew it wouldn't take too long her her to cum again.  "Ride my cock, you nasty slut."  I order her.  "You are such a good little whore, I think [The One] and I are going to keep you."  To punctuate my dirty talk The One grabs PS's hair from the back and says "Cum for me, you little slut!"  As I'm thinking "God, I love this girl" PS is screaming her way through her orgasm.

The girls are fucked out but I'm still not done.  I stand on the bed and The One kneels in front of me and starts to suck my dick.  She is soon joined by PS.  The both took turns stuffing me in their mouths and then they both started to suck my shaved balls (note:  Guys, if you like people to suck on your balls you have to shave.  It not only feels better for you but you don't have to watch your partner(s) stop to fish out a random hair.).  I'm getting close as The One sucks my cock while PS licks my balls. 

"Oh shit, I'm cumming!"  I warn and The One, ever the exhibitionist in bed, opens her mouth and tilts her head back.  I shoot two spurts in her mouth and PS grabs my cock and milks the rest of my load on her tits (she does not like cum in her mouth).  The One licks the rest of my semen off of PS and then kisses her- she is trying to train PS to like cum.  We rest on our bed with me in the middle.

After each of us visited the rest room, we rejoin the cuddle session in the bed.  PS is tucked in on my right and The One is spooning her. The girls fall asleep and I soon nod off relishing the end to the weekend.  

Sunday, February 17, 2008

Not my weekend I guess... pt 2

Our party was a bit of a bust.  Predictably, The One's co-workers came and left early and our friends came later.  The crowd fizzled out early, Hot Doc (who was looking good) dance for an hour of so and then bailed out with her friend.   Just when things looked over our friend, the Divorcee, shows up and decides the night is not over and their are clubs to hit.  The One declines  the invitation out, still feeling the effects of her illness earlier this week, but I opt in.

The Divorcee is only recently divorced and still very much gun shy.  Despite that, she is fun dance partner and dead sexy...  the night is looking up!  We poke our heads into a couple of place before deciding on a small club with a hot DJ tandem spinning hip hop.  We do our thing on the dance floor, a delicious combination of push and pull between us.  As we get steamier, Divorcee leans into my ear and says "You working me over like this is going to do nothing in my hunt for a guy."  "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't notice you trying to get away from me."  I retorted with a wink.   She flashes me a sexy smile and turns around to grind her ass against me.

The dancing get sexier and all the sudden I think I we may actually hook up.  Divorcee is feeling it too and all the sudden she grabs my hand and says "Lets get out of here."  When we step out into the street my fortunes take a dive.  Every is pouring out of the bars and cabs are in short supply.  We go to a nearby hotel to wait for a taxi sheltered from the winter night.

As we wait in the plush lobby we continue the sexually charged nature of our interaction but it is clearly not with the same fire.  Still, things looked good at this point... until she gets a txt with a recent hookup partner that ended things earlier in the week.  Suddenly her mood changes, she is upset and insecure- an amazing departure from the confident woman who was about to ravish me in a cab a mere 30 minutes before.  I shifted into friend mode and gave up any hope for the evening.

Later that night as a surfed youporn (yet AGAIN!!!) I thought about my recent exploits- or lack there of.  I realized, as you good reader might have already, that I've been working on all converting straight-laced (or maybe I should say "conventionally-minded") women.  They require a lot of effort and a little luck.  Not that I'm going to stop my dance with the Hot Doc, but I think I need some more interaction with some like-minded souls.  Already have a txt into Prefect Slut a nice session with her and The One is just what the doctor ordered.  I might even set something up with Barely Legal (a friend's sister's friend who I hooked up with a while back).  Just got a txt from PS- she is headed over.


Not my weekend I guess... pt 1

Going into Friday evening, all signs looked to bode well for my prospects for sex  this weekend:  Hot Doc and I had a couple of "dates" on the books, The One and I were throwing a party (admittedly a vanilla one), and I had recently been back in contact with a friend who looks like a young Cyndi Lauper who I'll refer to as the Divorcee.
Thing unraveled starting with Hot Doc canceling our date due to the effects of a long day ( her profession that means a REALLY long day).   Undeterred, I headed out to meet up with another dance partner (the Cougar)- only to be phoned by another friend say she had just put the Cougar in a cab home because she was wasted.  With the hunger still in my head I went to a strip club and was not really in the mood for it.  I left an hour later a more than a few dollars poorer.  A few dirty txts to ex co-worker (Hipster Queen) and I'm on the couch surfing youporn... again.

Saturday, starts with the realization that'll be the only one cleaning up before our party later that day.  Coupled by the letdown of the night before, I was in a bad mood.  A couple of cups of coffee later and I'm a cleaning dervish.  I clean hard hoping to knock out it all out before my shopping date with Hot Doc.  By the time she calls I've not only finished but I'm showered and ready to go.

Now the background here is that Hot Doc needs a new computer and I'm a bit of a technology whore- a perfect match.  I meet her at her apartment and get the grand tour spending a little longer in the bed room, of course.  The flirting is in full gear and Hot Doc is in rare form, generally she can be pretty reserved (when sober) but Saturday she is tossing in sexual innuendos right and left.  A little horse play and I jokingly give a light bite on the neck.  I see her battle in her head:  Act on the situation or stop.  Unfortunately, she choses the later and I make the decision ok by keeping light.  She doesn't miss a beat in the flirting- still a chance!

We purchase a new Macbook and AppleTV at the Apple Store and return to her house to set everything up.  Luckily Apple makes this so easy that with in 30 minutes we are sitting on her couch and renting a movie to test the new Apple Tv setup.   "Aww come'on luv, give us a cuddle!" I offered in my best(worst) cockney in support of the movie, 28 Days Later.  

You could cut the sexual tension with a knife- she nestles in and I'm lightly playing with her hair.  I know that Hot Doc is still hesitant about the situation (she really can't wrap her head around the whole open relationship concept) so I'm determined that she has to make the first move. Otherwise,  it could go south quickly (ala Jersey Girl- who, to this day, still has regular freak outs about our sessions despite having spent a couple of nights making out with The One-- a story I hope to tell soon).   

Just has things are heating up (we've progressed to teasingly tracking each other's hands with our fingers) the doorbell rings and the food that we order-and forgot about- arrived (it took an hour and a half to deliver), interrupting the momentum.  By the time we finished eating and resume our original position on the couch I can tell I'm back to square one.  On top, of that I run out of time.  Frustrated, I leave.   I couldn't help but notice that I felt about the same as when I left the strip club last night.

Continued in PTII.

Friday, February 15, 2008

Dining at the Y

So the best part of not being able to sleep last night was getting to wake up The One.  Now she is not the happiest person in the morning, but sometimes can I manage to wake her up with a smile.  After a few gentle kisses I work my way down her body letting her contented sighs direct me lower.  

When I get down to her beautiful smooth pussy (thank you laser) I take a few long teasing licks of her outer lips.  I lightly trace my tongue on the inner lips and gently blow on her hood.  She squirms as the air hits her most sensitive area.  I sucked her clit into my mouth and she crunched up with pleasure.  

Normally, I like to stimulate her g-spot during oral sex but I remembered that she can't handle the pressure on her bladder- it being the morning and all.  She is getting wetter and I can taste it.  I increased the speed of my tongue on her clit and she her moans get louder until she comes in a series of convolutions.

"You bastard, now I'm late!"  She said as she rolled out of bed for the shower.  I fall asleep with a raging hard on... cest la vie!

V-day extraveganza

I write this just down the hall from a kitchen that, despite an hour of cleaning, still looks like a disaster zone.  The culprit?  A 5 course meal I just prepared.  We had people over (including Hot Doc) and spent the evening in a glutinous euphoria.  By my 5th drink paring I was full on flirt mode.  Despite being a mixed crowd (vanilla and non) no one seemed to take offense- probably because they've seen me in flirt mode a hundred times by now.  

The evening was good for Hot Doc because this was the first time she had spent time in such close quarters with The One and I.  Seeing The One's reactions to my entendres visibly relaxed her and by the end of the night she was flirting right back at a level generally reserved for the private moments after a night out.  We may go out dancing tonight... we'll see how that goes.

As for the rest of my evening- my promised jumping at the hands of The One did not happen.  She was passed out by the time I was done in the kitchen.  I, too, was exhausted but ready to- errrr- rise to the occasion.  Oh well... there is always tomorrow.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Happy hunting

You know what I love best about flirting... you never know what it will reveal or where it will lead.  Currently, I'm flirting hard with Hot Doc who is from the mid-west and as straight as an arrow.  I think it pretty much blows her mind that I would be hitting on her, much less that I would do so in front of my partner of over 7 years (The One).  I know nothing will come of it but I keep on picking up subtle details of her personality that make me want to do bad things to her.  My current fantasy is that I would have her hands handcuffed behind her while she is in the doggy position on her new bed.  New details of how I could help her realize some of her deep down hidden desires keeps me hooked on her.

About a year ago this time, I had spent some time flirting with a recent college grad who we knew from friends at a housewarming party.  Witty banter abounded and I transitioned seamlessly into sexual innuendo when I sensed things going well.  (Quick aside:  This is actually one of my favorite techniques- Opening up with wit and then testing the waters with some sexual jokes.  If your partner eats it up, try to get them to engage in more blatant sexual innuendo.  This will give you good insight into their style and proclivities and make the next move quite easy.) That is when she dropped the classic sub tell "Depends on what you want me to do".
Now, I have dom tendencies but it is nothing that I practice with regularity but I latched on to this opening to test her.  "Oh you're a bad girl, huh?  Why don't you go get us another drink while I think of some truly dirty things to do you?" I said smiling.  I do this to give her a chance to get away- after all my radar has been WAY WAY off before.  She tucked her long blonde hair behind her ears and took her leave.  

Scanning the room I see The One chatting away and give her a quick "You want in on this?" look.  Ever the doubter, she said "Yeah, you have no chance in hell."  
"Fine" I retorted, "then she is all mine."  No sooner had The One's eye roll stopped when the girl soon to be known as UberSub showed up with fresh beers.  Noticing my interaction with The One she asked "Is she ok?"  "Of course!  I may have to share you sometime but tonight you are all mine"  I replied scanning her face to see how she would react.  

At that moment there were a few thing she had to process.  1) Wait, does that mean she is ok with him cheating?  2) "Share me sometime?"  does that mean she is bi? UberSub's reaction was unique to anyone else before or since.  "Good, sir." with a small (maybe nervous) smile.  I was hard.

At this point, even in my slightly buzzed and cocky (in all manners) state, I was primarily concerned with how to proceed with out being noticed by the crowd of our good friends at this party, while still showing this girl a why she should let me be her Dom.  Leaving was out of the question... this party was out in the countryside and there was no way I could ditch without taking The One or arousing attention.  Finding a spare bedroom was out too, as the house had a open floor plan and only 1 private bathroom, if I wanted to go that route.  

Luckily, I caught a break when someone announced that "everyone" was going skinny dipping in the pond located in the backyard.  The One, always the exhibitionist, was out the door with 90% of the party behind her.  Those that were let were either passed out (it was pretty late) or strangers enmeshed in their own conversations.  I had to pee, which gave me the perfect excuse to get UberSub out of the house and away from prying eyes and ears.

Once on the other side of the house from the pond we were truly alone.  The house was situated on 5 acres and had some woods the effectively secluded it from all neighbors.  We abled up the driveway filled with cars as we make some small talk about the party.  I could tell she was nervous and not quite sure what to expect.  I got my game plan together (Note to all you aspiring Doms out there you have to have a story in your mind of what you want to do.  Your sub is giving you trust and it is a blank canvass.  Your job is to paint the scene.) trying to thread the needle between dominating and building some trust.  She was so new that I didn't want to scare her but at the same time she was exhibiting all the signs that she needed to be owned.

"God, I have to pee." I said "Can you hold my drink?"  I handed her my mostly empty cup and turned 45 degrees away from her.  I pulled my cock out of my fly and proceeded to pee while watching UberSub.  She stared at my crotch until I was done and looked a little embarrassed when she finally looked up to know she was caught.  Smiling, I took both the cups from her and said "Your turn." She looked at me, for a second and then hiked up her sarong and squatted down.  

Now, I'm not really into watersports so this just a good transition to our play session.
When she stood up and started to pull her sarong back down I stopped her.  "Leave it up." I commanded and she did, looking in my eyes.  I admired her totally shaved pussy and asked "Do you ways keep it shaved this way or did you think you were going to get lucky at this party?"  "No," she replied "It is always like this.  I think the hair just gets in the way down there." She delivered that last part with just a little sass which demonstrated a bit of ego on her part and reminded me just a little of Politician's Daughter.  "Oh really?  You ARE a bad girl, then."  I said as I circled her, noticing her incredibly firm ass.

When I came back around to her front I downed the remnants of my cup and put down her still pretty full cup on the ground.  As I had straightened up I ran my hand up her leg and admired the smoothness of her skin.  When I got to her pussy she shuddered and grabbed my other arm to steady herself.  "You are soaking wet."  I remarked.  "How long have you been this wet?"  "Since you made me go get you a drink." UberSub responded.  Good answer!

UberSub's eyes glazed over a bit has I lightly traced her inner labia with my fingers.  I leaned in and kissed her.  Now I love making out and am fully aware that the very first deep kiss is generally a little akward as 2 competing styles clash before a mutual style is adopted.  But not UberSub... she was perfect- active, urgent but also adapting almost instantly to my style.  What is my style you ask?  Well, good reader, I like intense kisses with lip sucking and just a little tongue. As I broke our kiss I captured I bit her bottom lip just a little.  

That is when things escalated faster than I had planned.  As I transferred some of her wetness to her clit, UberSub's legs went wobbly.  As she tried to regain her balance she knocked over her drink onto my foot.  "Look what you done!" I cried.  As she tried to apologize I shut her up, "You clumsy little slut!  You are going to have to pay for this."

I grabbed her by the her shoulder turning her around to face a light pole that was illuminating us.  "Grab the pole and don't you dare move your hands" I ordered as I held her hips to force her to bend at the waist to put her hands on the metal pole.  Once she complied, I stepped back to admire the view.  She had an amazing ass and her anus looked inviting.  Her pussy was visibly wet and, in better lighting, I bet I would not have been able to resist taking a lick. "Please!" she pleaded.  I wasn't quite sure whether she was trying to avoid a spanking or asking me to start.

I rubbed her ass a few circles on each cheek and the reared back and gave her a medium-hard slap on the ass.  She squealed and stopped her chatter. I swatted her ass again enjoying the crisp crack of my hand on her athletic ass.  I gave her 10 licks with a couple of breaks to rub her her ass and tease her pussy.  When I finished, it was obvious UberSub was switch on.  I crouched behind her lightly rubbing her ass.  Spreading her legs a little to give her a little oral attention from behind I noticed that she was so turned on her juices were literally dripping out of her pussy.  One caress from my tongue and her knees buckled again.

I stood up to help her up but decided again to bump things up a little.  I walked between her and the light pole, grabbed her hair and forced her to her knees.  She looked so incredibly slutty with her eyes half open, panting and kneeling before me. "Take out my cock" I ordered.

Dear reader, little did I know that this innocent looking 22 year-old was a consummate bj queen.  Looking in my eyes she gave me some cursory sucks before shoving my cock down her throat.  After that surprise she pulled back licking the underside of the head, smiling.  She then began to suck in earnest pumping the base of my cock with her hand as she devoured the rest.  As she went it was obvious she was getting more and more worked up.  She was moaning so loud on my cock that I looked down to see if she was fingering herself (she wasn't).  She deepthroated me again, but this time I decided to take charge before she totally took over.  

Grabbing the back of her head I pushed her further down on my cock and held her there as she licked my balls while my cock hit the back of her throat.  Letting her back off I said "You are such a good little slut.  I'm going to fuck your mouth!"  She moaned and opened up her mouth again.  Grabbing her by the hair with both hands I shoved my cock in and out, getting progressively deeper.  By the time I was all the way in I was pretty close to cumming.  One last thrust and I held her deep again.  She started to gag a bit and I let pull back.  

As she sat back on her heals I slipped my hand down her tank top and started tugging on her nipples.  Her gasps for air turned into groans of pleasure.  I worked over her nipples- pinching, twisting, and caressing.  All of the sudden she came!  Not a single convulsion "technically" an orgasm- orgasm.  But a full blown, gut wrenchingly hard orgasm.  She reached for my cock again but I stopped her.  "I didn't tell you that you could cum yet."  I told her.  As she started to protest I shut her up, "Listen slut, you haven't earned the right to finish me off."  I put away my cock and picked her back up on to her feet.

As we walked back to the party you could practically feel the sexual vibrations coming off of UberSub.  I was hoping that I could have another session with my new pet that night- but it wasn't meant to be.  When we walked in I was quickly ambushed by some friends to play a drinking game while The One, who was in the middle of the dance floor, dancing with her favorite play friend Irish (another story for another time) grabbed UberSub.  The opportunity never presented itself again- though later that night UberSub and Irish put on a girlgirl show in the middle of the dancefloor while they thought everyone was asleep.  I was outside passed out and missed it.  Oh well, the best laid plans of mice and men do often end up in blue balls.

Wow- that was a long sidetrack but it goes to show that you never know what some flirting can lead to.  Just got a txt from the HotDoc... game on!   

Monday, February 11, 2008

My thoughts on breasts and other things

Today I had a visit from a girl who will be referred to as in my blog as the Perfect Slut.  Why?  Well, for one thing she is an insatiable nymphomaniac- needing no alcohol or any other substance for that matter- to do dirty things which she genuinely enjoys.  For another thing, she is a super type-A with a little OCD so perfection means a lot to her.

Back to this afternoon... After some cursory making out, I found myself on my brand new couch being ridden by PS with her real and spectacular (read borderline DD) breast bobbing in front of my mouth with each downward thrust. She was looking into my eyes with pleasure but I knew what she really needed to get off.  I took a nipple into my mouth and proceeded to suck it hard in preparation of what was to come.  The more pressure I put on her nipple, the harder she bounced on my increasingly wet cock.  I looked in to her eyes smiled and bit her nipple as I roughly twisted the other in my free hand.  Her orgasm was almost instantaneous.

As she recovered enough to continue, I couldn't help but what a mystery nipple sensitivity and breast size is.  I've seen plenty of variety of sizes but until PS I had never met anyone as well endowed as her with sensitive nipples.  Thinking all the way back to high school, both Jewish Princess and Best Friend were both large C's but really didn't much sensitivity in their nipples.  Of the other end of the spectrum was UberSub, who with her A's could cum just from me working over her nipples.   My longer term partner (The One) who is barely a B is only slightly sensitive.

Is there any rhyme or reason?  I think ultimately it is as varied as the women themselves.  


I'm a late 20 something latin male and self diagnosed womanizer living in the deep south.  I'm in a long-term open relationship which has afforded me a pretty unique perspective on sexuality, relationships, and the female psyche.  Over the last 15 years of my sexually active life I've seen a wide spectrum of women and situations which has informed my current world view.  

I can't claim to be an incredible lover, just a little better than average.  I'm not ridiculously good looking, well hung, rich, or any other of the common traits you associate with a guy with a lot of lovers.  In fact, I think I'm pretty average in those departments.  Truth is:   I'm the guy that most girls would label "a nice guy"... well at least for a little while.

Ever since my first girlfriend in 7th grade who gave me a handjob in an elevator of our middle school, I've been on a quest to bring out the dirtiest out of my female companions.  This blog is a reflection on my past and present sexual interactions. Call it therapy or a way to heighten my sexual experiences, I hope it entertains and spurs conversation.

Finally I would love to recognize some the amazing bloggers that have inspired me to join the sex blogging community:  Naked Loft Party, Anal Amy, Mandy's Erotic Life,  and Arousal of the Minx, and the Fabulous Adventures of a Slutty Wife to name just a few.