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It's about the Ink

Guest post by the Crossbowman

What's that?

You have a tattoo?

You have more than one? Oh baby, you and I need to talk... or something!

Dry Spell

by hot mama

Dear readers,

I promised to regale you with the escapades of a hot mama, and I wish I were delivering. I just haven't had much, um, material lately. I've recently started a new project and it's really consuming all my energy, I'm sorry to say (Hot Daddy's pretty sorry too).

After School Special

guest post by sex kitten

I once thought that the entire notion of men being turned on by the iconic schoolgirl uniform was a sick thing. Grown men, lusting after teenage girls? Ewwwww. And that thought, yes, is still repulsive to me, but I have come to know this particular fantasy from another angle since meeting my husband. Here's the thing...

In Your Dreams

guest post by Kgirl

You are breathing heavily as his hands traverse your body: an unknown landscape eager to be explored. His lips graze your neck, your collarbone. Your back arches to meet his lowering chest and your hands reach to his hips to pull him even closer -

-Mama! Mama! Wake up!

What? What the?

Beneath the Equator

guest post by Jason G.

My sexual history is neither long nor that sordid.  I have never truly had a one-night stand, or been tangled in a sexual web of deceit or mistrust.  All the women I have had sex with would pretty much speak kindly of me, my personality that is, because I dare not guess what they thought of me as a lover. That speculation is simply too much to handle. 

One thing they would all say is....

"Boy did he like eating my pussy"

Taking Matters Into Your Own Hands

by Racy Red

Sex. It's not only a fun activity after consuming a bottle of wine and several tequila shots; it is a topic of conversation; and the common denominator that unites us all like nothing else. Except perhaps the weather.

After all, we all like to have sex. And unless you are a nun or a monk, sequestered far, far from society in some rural monastery, chances are you've had sex. More than once. And liked it.

Ode to a Naked Female

guest post by The Crossbowman

You know something?  I like to see myself  as an intelligent man.  I think I'm fairly smart.  I'm considerate of others, and I try to see issues from more than one side.  Blah blah, sensitive, blah, blah blah.

I love the female figure.  I really do.  I especially love the female figure naked... or nearly naked.

Why This Mama Don't Fake It

guest post by sex kitten

I had a discussion lately with some ladies about those times when doing it is, well, not doing it. And what they do. A couple of them said that their way of hurrying things along was to throw out a few noises. You know what I'm talking about. Some moans, some groans, maybe even a shriek or two among the heavy breathing. Sure, that works. Or at least, I'm guessing it does. Because this mama don't fake it.

Don't Be a Fool, Cover Your Tool

by hot mama

I did not like being pregnant one bit. I felt like shit, and looked like it too. I gained far too much weight. My hair didn't grow lustrous; my face didn't glow. But one thing I did enjoy (besides huge knockers) was not thinking about birth control for nine months.

Keys in a Bowl

by Racy Red

The hubs and I have been together half of our lifetimes. We've been boinking like bunnies for almost as long. Nowadays, things aren't as exciting as they once were.

I mean, there are only so many times I can put my ankles behind my ears and moan out "Oh ya, Big Daddy," before it ceases to be surprising.