In the pink

webmaster | Blondes | Wednesday, March 28th, 2007
Pink Affair is a major new website from the good folks that brought you 88 Square. This one focuses on Western Girls.

From what I’ve seen so far the quality is every bit as good as the famous Asian site but I’ve posted a picture and a movie gallery so you can judge for yourselves.

Meanwhile don’t forget to check out Seymour Totti’s Foreign Policy, and The world of Suzie Wong

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Tangled up in Blue

webmaster | Asian | Saturday, March 24th, 2007

beautiful Indian babe
You’re probably wondering why Zeina is all wrapped up what appears to be a curtain or bed sheet. Well Zeina is Indian and Indian ladies happen to look great in large pieces of cloth. In India it would be called a sari and is a respectable item of clothing.

But I still prefer the idea of getting tangled up in large sheets. Especially if I can get tangled up in the same one that Zeina is tangled up in.

She apparently comes from east India. Now there is quite a lot of east India but judging by her skin colour I would suggest well to north of Chennai (formerly Madras). I’ve never been over that side of India but if the girls all look this good then it is high time I did.

I’ve already documented one of my trips to Goa, on the west coast.You can read that here

You can leave your hat on

webmaster | Ebony | Friday, March 9th, 2007

black girls
Baby take off your coat
Baby take off your shoes
Baby take off your dress
(Yes yes yes)
You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on

Isn’t it a wonderful song? It’s been a hit for Joe Cocker and Tom Jones but those versions both sounded too ready for the radio to me. My favourite version is still the original by Randy Newman. His delivery was so deliciously depraved and with an insistant piano lick which, like a nagging erection, was not going anywhere until it was satisfied.

Oliviyah wears quite a few hats in this set. She doesn’t wear much else but I don’t think that will bother you too much. They are very nice hats. Guess what I’d like to put on my head.

Post Bag

webmaster | Uncategorized | Thursday, March 8th, 2007

club tottiI had a couple of interesting E-mails this last week. The first one came from Brad in Oregon. Brad lives out in the country and says he’s a big bear of a guy but prefers to think of himself more as a “gentle giant”. He was wanting to know if I thought it was quite normal for him to be so obsessed with gorgeous little Japanese shaved pussies.

Well I really don’t know Brad but Kenji from Osaka certainly doesn’t think so. He is absolutely besotted with Iveta who I first posted here. I did mention to him that Met Art had hundreds of pictures and he said he knows. He’s already joined and downloaded them all, but he would still like me to post hot babes more.

When he finds out where she lives he’s wants to apply for the position of slave.

Gentlemen, if it gives you a stiff dick then as far as I’m concerned it’s normal. I like sushi, I like curry, I like cheeseburgers. Why should my appetite for sex be any different? So long as it is past the age of consent and walks on two legs (without dragging its knuckles on the floor) then you have my blessing.

These pics are you you.

Other peoples laundry

webmaster | Latin | Wednesday, March 7th, 2007

Most guys like myself prefer to hire a maid to do all their washing, or they will take it down to the 24-hour place and pick it up the following day. Me I actually enjoy going down to the coin-operated laundry in my apartment complex. I try to choose my times well because there are some hot young wives who also do their laundry in the daytime while hubby is at the office. I try to coincidentally coincide.

To them I’m something of a novelty, perhaps they think I’m a little bit weird, but I am always polite and never forward. I may say “good morning” but I never try to start a conversation. After all they are respectable married women. I just sit and watch the tumble dryer tumbling and read my newspaper.

The other morning I saw a delightful black g-string with pink trim tumble from one lady’s dryer. There was no-one else there and she had obviously completely forgotten that I was. She picked them up and held them up high to the light, she admired them from both sides. So did I. Then she pressed them to her cheek to make sure that they were properly dry. It was then she remembered, glanced over and caught me watching her over the top of the newspaper. She blushed deeply … so did I.

She probably never wants to see me again, ever. But I shall be there again next week … just in case.

Our model today wouldn’t blush, take a look at what she keeps with the fabric softener.

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