Mar 21, 2015

How does condom work?

This is an old post.


A teenager goes into a pharmacy. He's a little bit shy when talking to the pharmacist. "I'd like to buy some condoms" he says.

The pharmacists asks him, "Have you ever bought condoms before son?"


"Well, this is how it works," the pharacist says "We've got the three pack for when you are in high school. Friday, Saturday, Sunday.

"Then we have a 7 pack when you are in college - Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.

"Then we've got a 12 pack for when you are married. "January, February, …."

Mar 19, 2015

Crystal ball and hot scenes

Claire had never beheld such a sight in her fortune telling. She felt hot and flustered, as if she were intruding on the couple’s most private moments. She wanted to end the session, but her hands might as well have been glued to the crystal ball. She did not understand why she could not take her hands away.

She then saw the man press the woman to the side of the bathtub, her face away from him. He raised his body slightly and she could see a birthmark on the back of his waist, near the spine. It was heart shaped.

She watched him move in slow motion, as if he was riding… riding the woman! Claire’s breath became shallow. She was shocked and mortified to witness this intimate coupling. She did not know couples could make love in a bath and that a man could ride a woman in that fashion from behind. She tried to pull her hands away from the crystal ball, but they would not move.

The muscles on his back rippled during the motion. His big body covered the petite shape of the woman. One of his hands entwined with hers on the edge of the bath while the other was dipped into the water, out of Claire’s vision, doing lord knows what. - you can continue reading from Clairvoyeur

Mar 17, 2015

Dressed to kill

An old post - Some romance stories are so predictable. When the heroine has a date, she will go shopping for frock. Yuck, can the authors be more original? Or is it the media which makes us obsessed with dressing for a date?

Here is an article from Sydney Morning Herald on How to Dress for Dating Success.

So are men really clueless when it comes to fashion - or merely maintaining a diplomatic silence?

Mar 15, 2015

Geeks, sex and mystery - NC17

“Have some more, Adonis” The naked young woman in red hair refilled the tall blond man’s glass and smoothed her hand over his broad nude torso.

“Bitch, you serve the best brandy.” he mumbled while he took another gulp of the drink.

“What’s the exclusive you’ve for me?” she purred.

“Dark’s ready to get hitched.” He wrapped his arm around her waist while the other hand pinched her nipple. She smacked his hands away and squeezed his cock hard.

“That’s not an exclusive at all. Rich man like Nathan Dark wants a wife and mistresses.”

“Ouch! Don’t hurt my Magic Stick, or you’ll have no gossip from Dark Inventions at all in the future.”

She batted her eyelashes and whispered.

“Give me something better, and I’ll kiss your Energizer Bunny.”

He pulled her head down onto his cock. She kissed him once and said, “Spill!”

“I'd love to spill inside your mouth.”

“Not until I’ve got my exclusive!” - you can continue reading from Chemical Fusion

Mar 13, 2015

Short skirt and hot car

An old post - BF sent me photo of this cool car.

How can a lady in short skirt gets in? Great curve and very sexy. I mean the car, not the lady. Do you have a sexy beast to share with me?
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