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Jeane Marie - Hot Habibi { hook } He call me his spicy hot habibi I do it & make it look easy yehh I tell him boy u lucky if u see me These bitches watching me like i'm on tv yeh I look good I feel good I taste good My flights booked I got him hooked He call me every night Cause i fuck good He know was good { verse 1 } Ain't none to it I know what u doing He look at my hair and see i'm blonde but i ain't stupid When i walk away i know all eyes be on my booty Is it soft like a twinkie hell yea lil' bitch U can look but don't touch might let u smell that's it They like where… Weiterlesen

The Lake Isle of Innisfree I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings. I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadwa… Weiterlesen

Hedy Lamarr: from Siren to Scientist Hedy Lamarr was originally Hedwig Eva Kiesler, born in Vienna, Austria on November 9th, 1914 into a well-to-do Jewish family. An only offspring. Lamarr received a great deal of attention from her father, a bank director and curious man, who inspired her to look at the world with open eyes. He would often take her for long walks where he would discuss the inner-workings of different machines, like the printing press or street cars. These conversations guided Lamarr’s thinking and at only 5 years of age, she could be found taking apart and reassemb… Weiterlesen

Kagney Linn Necessary March 28, 1987 - February 15, 2024 In February this year, Kagney Linn Karter (real surname Necessary) ended her own life. When the news broke, I remembered seeing her interviewed by the British documetary maker Louis Theroux, for his 2012 film "Twilight of the Porn Stars". At that time, Kagney was at the height of her success in porn. She was articulate, clear-headed and had a medium-term plan for her career. At that time, she was living with her partner who was non-industry. By the following ear, that relationship had eded, and Kagney told an interviewe… Weiterlesen

SUSAN SONTAG: SEVEN THESES FROM ‘THE PORNOGRAPHIC IMAGINATION’ From Styles of Radical Will (Penguin Classics, 2009; originally published in 1969) THESIS ONE The pornographic imagination has its peculiar access to some truth. This truth—about sensibility, about sex, about individual personality, about despair, about limits—can be shared when it projects itself into art. THESIS TWO Everyone, at least in dreams, has inhabited the world of the pornographic imagination for some hours or days or even longer periods of his life; but only the full-time residents make the feti… Weiterlesen

from The Almond by Nedjima The Story Badra is a 22-year-old Muslim widow who flees the small North African town of Imchouk and a bad 5-year marriage to an older man, to take refuge with her Uncle Slimane's iconoclastic ex-wife. In Imchouk, it was expected that Badra's life should be limited by her husband's wishes, but at Aunt Selma's, Badra begins to think about how she wants to live from now on. She recalls her youthful curiosity about sex — what other girls' and women's bodies were like, her first attempts to spy on men, her fascination with the two beautiful pro s tit… Weiterlesen

Throbbing Gristle Founder Explores Porn as Art in Memoir Industrial music pioneer Cosey Fanni Tutti on why she was called one of the "wreckers of civilization" by government official By Judy Berman. Rolling Stone May 17, 2017 A young woman, naked except for a pair of thigh-high nylons and a fur stole draped between her breasts, reclines on her back. Her dark hair is mussed, her mouth hangs open and her left hand curls suggestively over her pubic hair. It’s an alluring photograph, but also an unremarkable one. The stockings and the orgasmic facial expression and… Weiterlesen

Shemale Soapland Scene 3 - Pornographic Art https://xhamster.com/videos/shemalesoapland-scene-3-xhPYcLQ The title of this little gem of a film belies the fact that it is a full three-act play within itself. I came across it today by serendipity. It brought joy to my morning, an unexpected treasue! For me, it is a truly great piece of erotic cinema. I was compelled to describe in detail just some of the elements that struck me with their beauty. I describe Act 1 in detail, but the other two acts are just as well-choreographed and filmed. A hat tip to @Hiruusman who said it was o… Weiterlesen

The House BY WARSAN SHIRE i Mother says there are locked rooms inside all women; kitchen of lust, bedroom of grief, bathroom of apathy. Sometimes the men - they come with keys, and sometimes, the men - they come with hammers. ii Nin soo joog laga waayo, soo jiifso aa laga helaa, I said Stop, I said No and he did not listen. iii Perhaps she has a plan, perhaps she takes him back to hers only for him to wake up hours later in a bathtub full of ice, with a dry mouth, looking down at his new, neat procedure. iv I point to my body and say Oh this old thi… Weiterlesen

A Meeting On a sheer peak of joy we meet; Below us hums the abyss; Death either way allures our feet If we take one step amiss. One moment let us drink the blue Transcendent air together— Then down where the same old work’s to do In the same dull daily weather. We may not wait . . . yet look below! How part? On this keen ridge But one may pass. They call you—go! My life shall be your bridg. -Edith Wharton Note : Edith Wharton was a lesbian… Weiterlesen

he said, “sex doesn’t mean much to me.” i said, “then you’re doing it wrong.” Make love … Make love like you have no secrets like you’ve never been left never been hurt like the world don’t owe you a single wretched thing. – Warsan Shire… Weiterlesen

lifted Is there anything more levitating than arching back and folding free the torso at the very thought of another? Not just any other, but the one. Just the pad of the finger on the place where I open and a field of birds, wings flapping furiously, rush out in the sure sense prediction of the coming storm. - Poem by Sarah, Redamancy Lit blog, 2011.… Weiterlesen

Your Feet by Pablo Neruda When I cannot look at your face I look at your feet. Your feet of arched bone, your hard little feet. I know that they support you, and that your sweet weight rises upon them. Your waist and your breasts, the doubled purple of your nipples, the sockets of your eyes that have just flown away, your wide fruit mouth, your red tresses, my little tower. But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.… Weiterlesen

Sex Games opens in a Parisian night club. The atmosphere is exciting,opulent, fun, upbeat. The music pulses, the cocktails are flowing and the dancefloor is full. Clea Gaultier looks alluring and sensual, dancing and teasing on the floor, then boldly taking two guys to fuck them in th bathroom. An emancipated, powerful, modern woman? Her dress is perfect. Her two young studs look classy too, nice Armani shirts but she soon tastes and fucks their cocks. Mia Malkova playing her more conventional sister who is at the club with her husband, a guy Clea thinks too vanilla. Mia's outfit is more c… Weiterlesen