The Darkside of Slutroulette
Sluatroulette the darkside will bring to daylight all the darkness and wtf things that have happened in the world of the cam girls of Slutroulette
mardi 9 juillet 2013
FINALLY!! REAL PORN FOR WOMEN!!
mercredi 12 juin 2013
These Boots are made for Walking and so Much More!
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lundi 10 juin 2013
MY FIRST TOE SUCKING EXPERIENCE
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vendredi 7 juin 2013
Stepping up: if you’ve Got It, Flaunt It!
Listen, today I love every inch of my body but it wasn’t always that way. My name is Christie and I’m going to tell you my story about how I grew up, grew into my body (and feet) and accepted myself for who I am.
My warped feelings about my physical appearance started out when I was a child. You know how they say that, “Kids can be mean”? Well, kids and adults can be mean and when I was young and impressionable I was really sensitive and took everything that people said to heart.
It started out when I was eight years old when my feet started to grow faster than the rest of my body. I quickly found myself in the lady’s section trying to find shoes in size 6 and 7. As I got older, the size climbed all the way up to 10. When I was 15 years old I finally grew to be my natural height which is 5’9”. But in the gap between eight and ten was brutal! I mean my feet were growing so fast that in one summer a sandal that fit me perfectly in May became too small in August that same year! That might not seem like a big deal, but when my foot was hanging off the front of my sandal it was uncomfortable – but still nothing hurt more than the comments people made.
“Oh my gosh, look at the size of your feet! They are big, and I mean big!”
“Your family is so poor you have to wear hand-me-own sandals!”
“I guess no one can knock you over with feet like that!”
The worst were the insults disguised as compliments that came from adults and children alike. I became ashamed of my feet, hiding them away in socks and slippers whenever possible hoping that no one would catch a glimpse of the grotesquely large feet I had. Even my brother teased me because I had great toe dexterity and would pick things up from the floor using my feet from time to time. He’d tease me and call me names. I just wanted to be normal.
All of that changed when I went off to college. I started hanging out with a whole new group of people and started joining clubs like the debate team and became a mentor. For the first time in my life I was really starting to feel like myself defining who I am, well almost. Bruce helped me with the last part: owning my body.
Bruce was one of my first real boyfriends, because he was the first guy to get me to put down all of my guards. Whenever Bruce and I were intimate I would always shy away from my feet. Like when we’d be on the couch and he’d try massaging them I’d tell him it tickled. If I was putting lotion on and he’d suggest putting it on my feet I declined. So he started to notice that I had a bit of a hang up.
But this beautiful thing happened, instead of ridiculing me, he said nothing and waited. I started to get nervous because I wasn’t sure if I could ever get over this stigma I had against my feet.
Time went by, and one day he came by my place while I was taking a bath. He came into the bathroom and I could tell he got turned on right away. He undressed himself and started massaging my legs. He slid his hands down to my calves and then to my feet and I flinched, wanting to pull them away. He let one foot go and held the other steady locking eyes with me. His look said that I could trust him with my feet and my body. Then he slowly pulled my left foot towards his mouth and starting sucking on my toes.
This amazing feeling ran up my leg, touched my pussy and kept going to my head. I was radiating with pleasure! He sucked my other foot and when he was done I surprised him, and myself by cupping his very strong erection between my feet. There was splashing, bubbles, screaming and huge puddles of water to clean up – but still it was hands down the best orgasm I’d had until then!
That why today my advice is to love every single inch of your body and celebrate your unique nature because those differences might even enhance your skills and turn out to be your super power.
My warped feelings about my physical appearance started out when I was a child. You know how they say that, “Kids can be mean”? Well, kids and adults can be mean and when I was young and impressionable I was really sensitive and took everything that people said to heart.
It started out when I was eight years old when my feet started to grow faster than the rest of my body. I quickly found myself in the lady’s section trying to find shoes in size 6 and 7. As I got older, the size climbed all the way up to 10. When I was 15 years old I finally grew to be my natural height which is 5’9”. But in the gap between eight and ten was brutal! I mean my feet were growing so fast that in one summer a sandal that fit me perfectly in May became too small in August that same year! That might not seem like a big deal, but when my foot was hanging off the front of my sandal it was uncomfortable – but still nothing hurt more than the comments people made.
“Oh my gosh, look at the size of your feet! They are big, and I mean big!”
“Your family is so poor you have to wear hand-me-own sandals!”
“I guess no one can knock you over with feet like that!”
The worst were the insults disguised as compliments that came from adults and children alike. I became ashamed of my feet, hiding them away in socks and slippers whenever possible hoping that no one would catch a glimpse of the grotesquely large feet I had. Even my brother teased me because I had great toe dexterity and would pick things up from the floor using my feet from time to time. He’d tease me and call me names. I just wanted to be normal.
All of that changed when I went off to college. I started hanging out with a whole new group of people and started joining clubs like the debate team and became a mentor. For the first time in my life I was really starting to feel like myself defining who I am, well almost. Bruce helped me with the last part: owning my body.
Bruce was one of my first real boyfriends, because he was the first guy to get me to put down all of my guards. Whenever Bruce and I were intimate I would always shy away from my feet. Like when we’d be on the couch and he’d try massaging them I’d tell him it tickled. If I was putting lotion on and he’d suggest putting it on my feet I declined. So he started to notice that I had a bit of a hang up.
But this beautiful thing happened, instead of ridiculing me, he said nothing and waited. I started to get nervous because I wasn’t sure if I could ever get over this stigma I had against my feet.
Time went by, and one day he came by my place while I was taking a bath. He came into the bathroom and I could tell he got turned on right away. He undressed himself and started massaging my legs. He slid his hands down to my calves and then to my feet and I flinched, wanting to pull them away. He let one foot go and held the other steady locking eyes with me. His look said that I could trust him with my feet and my body. Then he slowly pulled my left foot towards his mouth and starting sucking on my toes.
This amazing feeling ran up my leg, touched my pussy and kept going to my head. I was radiating with pleasure! He sucked my other foot and when he was done I surprised him, and myself by cupping his very strong erection between my feet. There was splashing, bubbles, screaming and huge puddles of water to clean up – but still it was hands down the best orgasm I’d had until then!
That why today my advice is to love every single inch of your body and celebrate your unique nature because those differences might even enhance your skills and turn out to be your super power.
mercredi 5 juin 2013
Quentin Tarantino’s Guide to Toe Sucking Fun
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mardi 4 juin 2013
Secret Tranny Sex Stories
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vendredi 10 mai 2013
From "Teen Mom" to "Teen Porn" Farrah Abraham alledged sex tape shot down
Oh Farrah, Farrah, Farrah, what did you do. From “Teen mom” to “Teen porn” Farrah Abraham decided it was time she ruined her career and make a naughty sex tape with one of the worlds hottest porn star James Deen. Well if I had to choose a pornstar to pay, suck and fuck it would definitely be James Deen but she should have thought twice about making this supposed sex tape public.
What great stories she will be able to tell her daughter.
“Ya.. so your mom was a 15 minutes of glory porn star once.”
“Ya mom I know, kids at school tell me you can't suck a dick and offered to teach me the right way so I wouldn't make the same mistakes”
I would hate to be in her place and have to deal with all the creeps writing to her now. I saw on her twitter she retweeted some guy who so graciously tweeted “I like to watch you have sex” wow, great vocabulary and great thought. Can't wait till her daughter is old enough to go through her twitter. There is no way in hell she will be able to hide this from her daughter. It will follower her and her entire family forever, I hope she knew what she was doing and it was worth it.
Watch the video now and make her million dollar salary worth it!
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