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KINKY QUINTET: Five Sexy Flickr Sets!

Posted in erotic, fashion, FLICKR, photographers, PHOTOGRAPHY, Sexy, Uncategorized, women with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 6, 2013 by cliffmichaels

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Songs She Never Sang…

Posted in erotic, FLICKR, memoir, photographers, PHOTOGRAPHY, Sexy, tennessee, women with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 30, 2013 by cliffmichaels

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Let’s call her Sally (I do remember her real name, however…) She transferred to Tennessee from Northwestern. She was a petite brunette, originally from Jersey. She said she had been a nightclub singer in Chicago. We met, if my memory has not failed, when she wandered into the shabby headquarters of the Gene McCarthy campaign  in the old Farragut Hotel on Gay Street in downtown Knoxville.

Sally’s mother was Baptist, her father Catholic; she was an intelligent neurotic. I found that alluring. In those days there was nothing I liked more than a half crazy, sexy girl to light me up. With her I burned at about 500 watts.

Terry was carrying a torch for a guy named Bill back in Chicago. She talked about him a lot in a melancholy way. I listened patiently, doing my supportive guy thing. She had large, beautiful brown eyes and they grew moist when she talked about him and her voice filled with slow sadness. He was the Love of her Live, she said. She would always love him, she said.

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What was I to her?

Whatever I was, it only lasted about three months. The sex was OK, although I suspected then, and am more certain of it today, that she was non-orgasmic. I did my good guy, supportive, gonna make you come thing and did my heroic best to bring it off. I still remember the massive ache in my jaw and tongue as I spent what seemed like a week going down on her one day. One night, both of us half-blind drunk, we ended up in a dilapidated motel screwing in a small, shabby bed in a  shabbier room. Half way through our awkward carnal dance she spilled a large glass of iced bourbon on my naked back. The sudden burst if ice cold liquid half sobered me up and put me out of the mood. I later wrote a fairly awful poem about that night.

The trouble with my good guy supportive shtick was it never lasted all that long. Sooner or later my resentment at having to be forgiving, understanding and supportive gave way to resentment and anger. So it was with Terry. One night, near the end, we were sitting in my car in her grandmother’s driveway when all my anger boiled over. I had been drinking Tequila. At one point I think I told her that if she tried to leave the car I would kill her. I said it calmly. I like to think I didn’t really mean it. The truth is I just might have…

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Not long afterwards, I told her as we drove away from a university dorm – she’d been staying with a friend -I was going to screw her hard, then dump her. Of course that was a product of my still simmering anger. Amazingly my cruelty turned her on. True to my word, after fucking her as selfishly as I could manage I drove back to the dorm and told her to get out, that  we were through.

Somehow, and I can’t quite remember how, later that day we bumped into each in a university parking lot (was she looking for her car?) A drenching, cold rain forced her into my Triumph TR-3.  She was in tears and professed strong feelings for me. We sat huddled in my car. She insisted on going down on me. Her obvious enthusiasm pleased me. Maybe, I hoped, I could replace Bill. I  wanted her back and told her so.

That was a mistake. Of course you can guess the rest: she dumped me a few days later. I realized much later she was masochistic. My abandonment of  my good guy persona, my sudden burst of cruel dominance, turned her on. When she groveled for me and stuffed my cock in her mouth, that  good guy came back, wanting again to take care of her. When that happened the bubble burst and she was on her way.

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One night, perhaps relatively early in our misguided affair, she looked at me and sweetly declared, “tonight I almost love you.” How that pierced my famished heart. I wanted so badly to erase that almost. I wanted to replace Bill. I couldn’t. His place in her melancholy heart and dreams remained secure.

She went back to Chicago at the first of the year. We wrote for a time. Ine of her first letters she gleefully narrated, in her elegant handwriting on pink note paper, the story for me of how she finally manageed to orgasm on her new boyfriend’s more  patient and talented tongue.

One last thing. Sally never sang for me – not once. Even today I like to imagine her voice was softly intimate, a little husky and could just melt your good guy heart…

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FEMALE SINGERS BEAUTIFUL BRUNETTES

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UNBELIEVABLE SECRET COULD CHANGE YOUR LIFE FOREVER!! (and other, less exciting stuff) 

Posted in erotic, fashion, fetish, FLICKR, lingerie, photographers, PHOTOGRAPHY, pinup, sexual, Sexy, tennessee, women with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 23, 2013 by cliffmichaels

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SEX BLOGGER SHARES SHAMEFUL SECRET!

There are plumbers, nurses, engineers, gardeners, and cabbies; all of them, and thousands more, pursue honorable vocations. While their skill and efficiency may vary, at the end of the day each may say she earned an honest dollar for her honest labors.

Not so with headline writers. They, like lawyers, car salesmen and politicians, lie in the worst possible way: by telling a bent, twisted and   black and white version of the truth.sabrina2

Because newspapers and magazines desperately wanted you to buy their rag, the front page – or cover – screamed a bevy of large type come ons: The Shocking Truth About…. Will the World End Next Week… Goat Born with Three Heads… If you fell for the lure of one of the headlines you usually found out, when your read the article, the truth was much less shocking than the cover’s implied promise.

Today, as newspapers and magazines fade from the scene, digital media has taken up the art of writing alluring headlines. If old media angled for sales, Internet outlets crave hits. They don’t really care if you read the piece you click through to; your click is enough.

I admit, given my modest audience, I’ve been tempted to attempt to imitate my Internet betters. I normally try to find a song, book or film title or quote, or a play on words to head a post. These headers are usually honest in an plain spoken  kind of way; they do not promise more than their subsequent text delivers. But with each post I edge closer to hyping the content: The Most Depraved Women in the World! – Shocking Tales of Sexual Depravity! – Depraved Political Tricks! Monster Ants Attack!

But – if I do fall prey to the unprincipled practice of pure postal prevarication – I promise, at least, to do my best to feel ashamed.

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HILLBILLY COEDS PLAN CAMPUS ORGY!

There was a fairly bad English play once titled, “No Sex Please, We’re British.” While wildly popular in Britain in the seventies despite near universal critical scorn, the play managed a mere sixteen performances when it crossed the Atlantic.

I wouldn’t be surprised if someone writes a sequel entitled No Sex Please, We’re Tennesseans. The University of Tennessee’s student run Sex Week scheduled for early April has drawn the ire of several of our esteemed legislators. They were shocked – shocked – by the thought students might be interested in sex on campus and might actually want to enhance their sexual knowledge. The lawmakers demanded the University withdraw all funding for the one week program.

The university, citing the long cherished principle of academic freedom, stood firm…

You didn’t believe that, did you?

Of course the university mostly bailed and withdrew all university funding for the program but did allow a modest amount of student funds to remain available to fund the (greatly reduced) bacchanalian sex romp.

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The outraged legislators are, of course, not mollified. They point out student fees are not voluntary and, therefore, money extracted from God fearing, pure minded Christian students will go to fund depravity.

The Vegas line is one in twenty-seven  Sex Week will actually happen in Knoxville next month. Personally, I wouldn’t take those odds. This is Tennessee, after all.

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THE SHOCKING SECRET DEMOCRATS DON’T WANT YOU TO KNOW!

Politicians are a craven lot. Large majorities of the populace support universal background checks and restrictions on large gun magazines. The outlook for any gun control legislation passing, however, remains poor. The proposed assault rifle prohibition died prematurely without coming up for a vote at the hands of Harry Reid last week, done in by the defection of  red state Democratic senators.

The NRA has managed to rouse its horde of single issue votes once again. “Safe district” Republicans would never support gun control (and would probably vote to legalize private ownership of bazookas and tanks). Democrats remain deeply traumatized by the party’s 1994 Congressional wipeout that followed their vote to ban assault rifles. Democrats in the house and Senate pray they won’t have to vote at all. Voting against would enflame the party’s base but voting for would likely mean facing a NRA firing squad. Public support for gun control, while temporarily strong, will wain as time passes. On the other hand, the NRA never forgets.

Once the public glare of Sandy Hook fades away, Democratic politicians will slither away in the gathering darkness, giving thanks they can  make soothing noises but nothing more – at least until the next gun massacre hits the news.

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TGURLS IN THE TABLOIDS!

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Sunday Sinner #10203040506070809

Posted in erotic, fashion, fetish, FLICKR, lingerie, photographers, PHOTOGRAPHY, pinup, Sexy, women with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 17, 2013 by cliffmichaels

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LINGERIE EXPOSE!

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One Handed Prose

Posted in erotic, fetish, FLICKR, photographers, PHOTOGRAPHY, Sexy, Uncategorized, women with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 16, 2013 by cliffmichaels

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What would the internet be without porn? Porn is ubiquitous. Online here, there & everywhere. Softcore, hardcore, weirdcore – video, audio, pictoral and text. Probably there is musical porn, painted porn, mosaic porn, telegraph porn, semaphore porn. Porn for boys, girls, men, women, TG men, TG women, heterosexuals, homosexuals, bisexuals, tricycles. Porn for necrophiliacs, emetophiliacs, agalmatophiliacs, somnophiliacs, and archnephiliacs (and a myriad other “acs”).

In short, lots and lots and lots of porn on the internet.

Or so I’v been told. Personally, I don’t care for any kind and haven’t since I was thirteen or so. I looked at an early Playboy and it seemed so – well – crass. The closest I’ve come to watching or reading porn sicen was viewing the early Lucille Ball films.

My good friend Micky, however, adores porn. All kinds. But, being of the old fashioned school, he particularly likes written porn. Tale of Two Titties, Catch 69,  that sort of thing. I consulted extensively with Micky in preparation for writing this post. He very graciously shared his extensive expertise with Visions. I must confess I blushed during much of Micky’s lecture; and I fainted once during his rather lurid description of the Internet’s better bestiality sites.

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Micky said when it comes to the world of written porn plot, originality, character development, motivation, vivid and nimble prose and ultimate meaning count for very, very little (OK, for nothing…) Proper spelling and punctuation,  while preferred, are not essential. Decent grammar is a plus. Micky says there is only one  thing that matters to good porn writing – depiction of  at least four  sex acts per page. Kinky sex acts are even better. Multiple people kinky sex is best. The average porn reader, Micky point out, wants to spend no more time than necessary  (five minutes tops) reaching the story’s climax.

Written porn on the ‘net is mostly in the form first popularized by Penthouse magazine in the eighties in its readers’ forum sections: three to four page, first person tales of outlandish debaucheryl like, “boy meets girl, girl blows boy, boy fucks girl in the ass, boy learns girl is a tranny, boy blows girl, boy gets fucked in the ass, boy goes home to discover his wife sucking her dachsund’s delicious dong while her daddy  is watching). No redeeming social value unless you count efficient masturbation as a social good.

But, to Micky’s surprise, there is some well written hardcore erotic fiction on the net. This high class stuff arouses your brain as well as your genitals. I haven’t read any of it – because I am such a pure person – but I mostly trust Micky’s judgment; he minored in English in college back in the late sixties (he majored in Abrasive Studies).

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So Wrong – the Collected Pornographica of Elsie – contains a variety of well written, thoughtful stories blending hardcore sex and surreal plots or characters.  The Summer I Learned to Fly, a story of bisexual incest between characters with surprising super powers, is powerful. Most  one handed porn is imminently forgettable, Micky tells me he’s still chewing on Elsie’s imaginative stories. Summer’s protagonist is a teen girl with cerebral palsy who is obsessed with sex.  Micky made me read this this small excerpt from the story:

It was a tough time for me. I’m sure it was hard for my older brother and sister too, but at the time I was too self-centered and wrapped up in my own problems to think about them. I was an awkward kid, introverted and perpetually self-conscious. I have Cerebral Palsy, which means my legs are twisted like pretzels and I need two canes and leg braces to walk; ugly metal braces that clunk with each step. To compound that, I was a late bloomer, compared to all the other girls in my class. I finally hit puberty, and it was like an F-16 switching on the afterburner. Paradoxically, that just made me feel like even more of an outsider. I got my period, fitfully and unpredictably, and I started growing breasts; small but sensitive speed bumps that made me feel like everyone was always staring at my chest. My sexuality suddenly made the quantum leap from occasionally having my G.I. Joes and Barbies play out unnatural acts together to furtive pornography-looking and actual masturbation. Lots and lots of actual masturbation.

I was impressed. Reminded me a bit of early Flannery O’Conner. I asked Micky if there were any G rated stories by Elsie. He just laughed. As he stood there I suddenly noticed his hairy palms and that his new pair of glasses had much thicker lenses than his old ones.

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STORMY LEATHER

Posted in erotic, fashion, fetish, FLICKR, photographers, PHOTOGRAPHY, pinup, Sexy, women with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 17, 2013 by cliffmichaels

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Some random sets

NOX OBSCURA – GOTHIC DARKNESS – LEATHER PLA BDSM  

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SEXY+LEATHER+GIRL

17,000 photos!!

Groups

Sexy LeatherLeather Ladies Sexy Leather TGirls – Leather & Boots – Leather Beauty

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KALEIDOSCOPIC TANGO NUDES

Posted in art, erotic, FLICKR with tags , , , , , , , , , on February 11, 2013 by cliffmichaels

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Too many words – not enough smutty pictures….

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Two Sets

TESS – SARAH

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The Worst Guy She Ever Met was… Me!!

Posted in erotic, FLICKR, memoir, photographers, PHOTOGRAPHY, Sexy, women with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 3, 2013 by cliffmichaels

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We all like to think of ourselves as being good, kind, caring people. Well, at least I do. Very good. Very kind. Very caring. Even if we do anything that is less than good, or kind, or caring, we justify our conduct with what, to us, seems a valid excuse (I know I should have stopped to see if he was OK, but I was running late for my nail appointment…)

When it comes to my history with women I like to see myself as a consistently caring man. I have treated women as a human beings and not just as a sexual conquests. I listened to them, considered their needs, and went out of my way to accommodate those needs.  Yes, what a paragon of good, kind and caring masculinity I was!

Well, not always…

It was early spring of 1984. Her name was Norma (no it wasn’t, but I don’t remember  her real name). I answered her personal ad in a Knoxville newspaper. We met for drinks and neither of us were creeped out by the other. She was passably attractive, well educated and bright. We ended up dating two or three times. I was my usual good, kind & caring self. We passed the sex barrier successfully and continued seeing each other.

She was a third year law student, recently divorced, and in her late thirties or early forties. I believe she had one teenage child and worked at least part time. In other words she had a lot on her plate and I’m sure there was a lot of stress in her life. I was good, kind, caring and understanding. I was there for her. She could count on me. I was a rock.

At least for a while…

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She invited me to her home the last night I saw her. She had an indoor, heated pool. We ended up, after her kid was safely asleep,  up to our necks in the relatively warm water, naked and horny. We’d had a fair amount of wine and I was only semi-hard. It was a nicely erotic interlude. I took delight in stroking her large buoyant breasts and her warm, wet cunt (and enjoyed the way her fingers teased my bobbling dick and balls).

In between french kisses and submarine fondling, she said, “You don’t know how much you’ve come to mean to me.” She put her hands around my waist and her head on my shoulder. Her damp, tangled hair cooled my bare neck and shoulder. “It’s been really, really rough for me the last month trying to handle school, my job and all.”  So looked up at me, smiled and caressed my cheek. Her other hand drifting down to my cock. “I don’t I could have made it without you – thanks,” she said, her voice almost a whisper. She hugged me tightly, her lips pressing into mine. A few minutes later, dripping water, we staggered to her bedroom,  then awkwardly fucked on rumpled, damp sheets.

I didn’t see her again. I didn’t even call. My conduct was pretty shitty. I knew it – I was being a worthless, cruel jerk. I still didn’t call. As the next few days, then weeks, went by I knew there was utterly no excuse for my conduct. While I wasn’t in love with Norma, I liked her well enough and she had done nothing to merit my callousness. Ordinarily I would have continued seeing her. Even if I had decided not to see her again at least I think I would have called with an explanation: some good & kind & caring brushoff (its me, not you – you’re too good for me…)

Yes, of course, I had my good excuse: Lea, another woman I had been dating casually for several months. Lea was in her thirties, childless, and a redheaded yankee from Pittsburgh with piercing, smoky eyes. For quite awhile I had tried not think my growing feelings for her meant anything serious. This is just fun, I told myself, a hot dalliance, nothing more.

Yes, I was playing the field in an understanding way. I was honest about it. I didn’t lie to any of the women I was seeing about the others.

The same week I was being so alluringly good, etc. in Norma’s pool – and bed –  I realized I was madly, deeply – hopelessly – in love with Lea. I was a little shocked by the realization. What had started as what I thought would be but a brief affair had suddenly turned into much, much more. I loved her.   For the first time in years I had no interest in other women (what was wrong with me?)

The next year we married. Twenty-seven years later we are still together. Of course I have been a good and kind and caring husband.

I have a recurrent nightmare that goes like this: I have a new, promising case, the other side hires a female lawyer who looks faintly familiar to me when I meet her the morning of the initial hearing. Just before court she’ll look at me, her hands crossed over her ample breasts,then sneer, “You don’t remember, do you, you shit bastard?”  My mouth will drop open, I’ll stutter something stupid, then look at the ground. The hearing doesn’t go well. She beats me into the ground.

At least, to my credit, I feel like a bad, callous, unfeeling son of a bitch – for the rest of the day…

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swo81’s set Best of 2012

Flickr Group: WATER HAIR

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Too Darn Hot!

Posted in erotic, FLICKR, lingerie, photographers, PHOTOGRAPHY, pinup, politics, sexual, Sexy, women with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 2, 2013 by cliffmichaels

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According to the Kinsey Report
Ev’ry average man you know
Much prefers to play his favorite sport
When the temperature is low,
But when the thermometer goes ‘way up
And the weather is sizzling hot,
Mister Adam
For his madam.
Is not,
‘Cause it’s too, too 
Too darn hot,
It’s too darn hot,
It’s too darn hot.

Too Darn Hot, by Cole Porter, from Kiss Me Kate

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I caught Al Gore on the Daily Show last week. I’ve had a soft spot for Gore ever since I shook his hand during his last senate campaign back in the day. He would have been President in 2001 if he had only run an honest campaign – if he hadn’t treated Clinton, and his successful policies like radioactive shit and had paid no attention to the “experts” trying to rebrand him every other week. On the other hand, I think his loss allowed him to become an actual human being.

Anyway, he was talking on the show about global warming. I agreed with everything he said. Its staggeringly stupid we, as a nation, treat climate change as just below the lack of Washington parking as a problem. One political party pretends climate change is a hoax, the other barely mentions it.

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The less developed countries, particularly India and China, ignore the issue, too, in their frantic effort to modernize. Think Beijing smog and add  another million plus cars then add another million plus in India (oh, yes, add about another couple of thousand coal fired power plants). When the West’s industries came of age in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries no country did – or even thought to do – anything about climate change. When America barely preaches on the subject of climate how can we expect China, India, Indonesia, Vietnam, and the dozen other nations clawing themselves up the economic ladder with dirty carbon based fuels.

Not that it really matters.

It’s too damn late to do anything about the climate. Think about this: suppose we could wave a magic wand and reduce carbon emissions to 1985 levels and kept them there for a decade or so. 1985 levels would not reverse global warming, it would only slow it down a bit. Indeed, if we could eliminate all carbon emissions global warming would continue for decades.

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Perhaps in another decade or so there will be such a catastrophic climate event world leaders will finally realize the seriousness of the problem. But what will they do? More to the point, will they be willing to drastically reduce emissions? By that time will serious cuts do any good? I suspect every industrial nation will demand the others go first (or falsely claim they are cooperating).

I’m a pessimist. If we discovered a huge asteroid hurtling toward earth with the potential to destroy all life on our planet, I have no doubt world leaders would quickly coalesce around a massive effort to solve the problem, no matter the cost.

On the other hand, its not beyond the possible that the GOP would decry the vast astronomical conspiracy to further th UN’s goal of  world domination…

But with climate change, the evidence will accrue so slowly that it will be long past way too late by the time the world gets even semi-serious…

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Stockings & Heels…

Posted in erotic, fashion, fetish, FLICKR, lingerie, photographers, PHOTOGRAPHY, Sexy, women with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 27, 2013 by cliffmichaels

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FLICKR GROUPS

Stockings and heels

 Stunning Mature Ladies in Stockings & High Heels

 Classy Legs in Stockings & High Heels

High Heels and Nylon Encased Legs

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