Club Totti

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First Innings: Have you ever licked your monitor? I nearly did, just now. I had a picture of Asha Kumara’s pussy filling the entire screen, and it’s a big screen. Her pussy looks good even from over the other side of the room but I had my nose about two inches from it. I could see the texture of her skin, blue polished fingertips clasping at her bum.

It is a great picture. My eyes traced every curve, I tried to imagine the scent of her skin, I swear I heard her giggle softly as she felt the tickle of my breath on the back of her thighs … and then I snapped out of my reverie.

The picture comes from a set called Cricket Cutie. Cricket is a noble sport and one of Asha’s favourites. It also provides the epithets needed to describe my condition; I was bowled over, knocked for six. I admired her delicious crease and then … ahem, I found myself on a rather sticky wicket.

Second Innings: In India folks are as obsessed with cricket as I am with sex but for, the life of me, I couldn’t figure out what the outfit she was wearing in that set had to do with cricket. I’ll defer to her superior knowledge on that, the important thing was that she took it off and showed me her pussy.

There are lots of pictures of Asha’s pussy in the members area. They are a generous 1600×1066 pixels and are all beautifully shot. Indeed all the pictures are beautifully shot and capture the sequence of events, as she strips off, without ever becoming too repetitive. (more…)

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OF COURSE most of us have known it all our lives, or at least since we were about 12. Pornography is art. Much as I love the works of Picasso, Van Gough, Magritte and many others there is nothing as visually compelling as a naked woman.

Of course they all new that as well, it’s the subject of a new exhibition at the Barbican in London; Seduced: Art and Sex from Antiquity to Now. The exhibition runs untill 27 January 2008 and looks at the representation of sex in art through the ages.

The works span 2,000 years so it must be art eh? It includes Roman sculptures, Indian manuscripts, Japanese prints, Chinese watercolours, Renaissance and Baroque paintings and 19th century photography with modern and contemporary art.

It presents the work of around 70 artists including Nobuyoshi Araki, Francis Bacon, Jeff Koons, Robert Mapplethorpe, Pablo Picasso, Rembrandt van Rijn and Andy Warhol among others.

The exhibition explores the idea of copulation as recreation a concept that is unique to human beings and bonobo, or pygmy chimpanzees.

Of course the chimps have no concept of guilt. They just fuck whenever, wherever and with whoever they feel like so the concept of porn never crossed their minds. But we humans have had to balance desire with religion and other control systems. Thus the need to escape to a quiet place with a few smutty pictures and a firm right hand.

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FOR YEARS Asian women led quiet, demure lives which gave them a reputation reputation for being docile and obedient. But younger generations have become more liberated and learned to enjoy their sexuality … and their mom’s have duly taken note.

In the mythology of various Oriental countries, the dragon is the supreme spiritual power, the most ancient emblem and the most ubiquitous motif in Oriental art. They represent celestial and terrestrial power, wisdom and strength.

The Dragon is one of the 12 animals in the Chinese zodiac which is used to designate years in the Chinese calendar. Like the western horroscope it is believed that each animal is associated with certain personality traits. People born in the Year of the Dragon are healthy, energetic and excitable. They are also honest, sensitive, brave. They inspire confidence and are warm-hearted.

Famous people born in the year of the dragon include:
Bruce Lee, Dr. Seuss, John Lennon, Salvador Dalí, Joan of Arc, Sigmund Freud, Florence Nightingale and Mae West.

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I DON’T know why I’m so surprised that her name is Geisha. Maybe it is because those full breasts and her delicious chocolate brown skin are not attributes I normally associate with the classical Japanese escort.

But that is just me being a fuddy-duddy I guess. After all Geisha is her name not her job description. Far better to concentrate on what those gorgeous breasts feel like, what her skin tastes like. How it would be to make love with her, very slowly, beneath the trees on a balmy tropical afternoon.

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THE GIRL next door will always hold a special in my heart, we grew up together, went down to the canal and caught tadpoles together. Sometimes they grew legs and hopped away. Sometimes the cat ate them. Then one day I looked at her and she was different. She’d grown up. So had I. I knew this because something in my trousers told me so.

So I’d go of and play football with the guys. We’d walk past the laundromat on the way back. Quite often they’d be in there, chatting. They’d giggle as we walked past but if I went in and said hello she’d turn red and look at her feet.

She was changing, she had tits now. I knew all about tits, I’d seen them in a magazine. I really wanted to see hers. They weren’t as big as the ones in the magazine but I didn’t care. I wanted to feel them on the palm of my hand.

I used to get hard-ons in class from thinking about her. Exams were the worst, she was always there, naked in my mind. I’d never actually seen her naked though, it was just her face on the bodies of magazine girls.

I turned 18 that winter, she the following spring. Then the summer came, the exams were over. She came round to my house for the first time in years, she came to tell me she’d be going to university in the Autumn. She was going up north. I’d be heading south.

“We haven’t been down to the old railway by the canal for ages,” she said.

“Do you want to to go now?” I asked. We talked a lot on the way, we sounded like grown ups. When we got there she said she had something in her eye, I leaned forward to have a look …

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