Viewing the local antiquities

Punctuation

2007-04-30T06:49:00.000-07:00

"?""....""?""!"(){}—:—:!!!!!!!!!!(...)...()....{N.A.}Tags: sex; whores.

True virtue in the District of Columbia

2007-04-29T05:16:00.000-07:00

Where does true virtue lie? With the honest whore who grants me the use and pleasure of her flesh for an hour? Or does true virtue lie with the utterly corrupt ruling class that pays for her services with the money they make from war, or from selling the war?Or does true virtue lie with the john who makes his living by promoting abstinence?Randall Tobias resigned as

Taking my pleasure

2007-04-26T19:20:00.000-07:00

Taking Angel from behindTaking the plastic bag with the crackersThe spoonThe tinThe blue ice packFrom Petrossian's to the door of her brothelTaking her hand as she leads me upstairsTaking the money out of my walletTaking my timeTaking my time while I eatDigging inMessyNoisyChewing with my mouth openChewing with her mouth openSaltyTaking a breatherTaking my pleasureTaking Angel from behindTaking

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground

2007-03-05T19:25:00.000-08:00

I walk in my hide, walk naked from her rented bed through her hall to her efficiency kitchen, as if I were at home; as if I had all the time in the world; as if we were lovers.She, naked too, stands at the electric stove, lifting the edge of the pancake so the batter runs under: a single huge pancake, in the special pancake pane.I put the syrup and margarine on the kitchen table; her fridge, a

"Goodbye, my friends!"

2007-03-05T18:50:00.000-08:00

Angel, of Dunkin' Donuts, grasping her midriff overspill in both hands.{N.A.}Tags: sex; whores.

Long time

2007-02-03T11:59:00.000-08:00

Slowing stretching straining pausing my endurance all the way up her: All my weight poised on her ample cheeks, borne down through her loadbearing thighs, knees: There may come that confident moment when I sense, looming, the cheekrippling titswaying foamsighing slamgrunting cockclenching loving my yaw petite vessel as much as I can—But not this time. Like Noah I sent out a bird that never

"Is this your first time"?

2007-02-02T20:02:00.000-08:00

"Here?""What your name?""John.""Do you have children?""No.""Are you smart?""Smarter than some, not so smart as others.""What is your job?""It would be hard to explain. Information technology.""Technogy.""What is your name?""Jenny.""Slow, slow!""Are you married?"{300}Tags: sex; whores.

Yet well I know that music hath a far more pleasing sound

2007-01-26T18:02:00.000-08:00

Angel clicks on the boombox because of the neighbors.My knees sink deep into the mattress.The bedframe creaks creaks creaks—The headboard bang bangs bangs the wall—"Does—the—noise—bother—you—""No!"Errraaugh! Ah!"My hero!""This is not a good bed."{300}Tags: sex; doggy; whores.Angel's Apartment: 1, 2, 3.

No such roses see I in her cheeks

2007-01-24T18:43:00.000-08:00

"—but you have to pay more because it is my apartment."Angel unchains her door, greets me: Grey just-like-silk nightie with cheesy black fringe round the hem and deep neckline; not the white cotton and lace that I gave her. She wears pom-pom slippers: Bare feet: muscled calves: aging belly: creased neck: spotty complexion: She—Smiles. I swell."I don't have a job.""Why?""The other girls had to

Today Angel asked me for money

2007-01-12T20:19:00.000-08:00

because her slipped disk means she's unable to work.I don't have it; but if I did have it, would I give it? I haven't even seen a diagnosis on paper; all I've seen is the perfectly circular pattern of bruises on her back, where she got herself cupped. That seems genuine, since she might have lost clients turned off by them. But I'm not sure I want to invest in her small business."It's OK. I sent

A nice girl like you

2007-01-04T17:46:00.000-08:00

Jenny collects the damp towels, smoothes the rucked blanket: Winnie-the-Pooh.{300}Tags: sex; whores.

And people judge whores and johns?

2006-06-26T18:54:00.000-07:00

Yech.{NA}Tags: sex; whores.

My French was not good

2006-06-19T07:54:00.000-07:00

Not the fat one, not the old one, not the one with the scar lifting her lip:Black flesh under the street lights, in the doorways, the sidestreets, the alleys, the first time I strolled up, then down Ste ——— in Paris:I'd just wanted to look.Walking back to my pension, a little man followed me; I rounded on him, saw his trembling smile, waved my arms, shouted. And drove him away. NOTE If you

Angel got caught in a speed trap.

2006-06-06T18:28:00.000-07:00

"Is there corruption here?""Only small corruption."Angel wrinkles her nose; I smile."What are you thinking?"She won't let me pick up the tab.{NA}Tags: sex; whores.Dedicated to Pru.

Specific gravity

2006-06-03T09:42:00.000-07:00

Come, verb, came, come, coming. To reach a destination; to arrive by movement or progress.Coming is like crying: a sudden wet burst not up to me to stop: my face, beyond control, no longer rigid—Like sneezing: once, twice, involuntary: ejecting a loud sloppy loogie:Or not sneezing: a false climax.Coming is like sniffling because my cock seeps precome.Coming is like sweat in the hottest of

"I like it with you.

2006-05-30T17:50:00.000-07:00

You don't pull out and start over, like some other guys."{300}Tags: sex; whores.

Is she, or isn't she?

2006-05-28T12:05:00.000-07:00

Entries that ask the question: Is she a whore? The title of each link gives a clue to reasons I'm inclined to think so.fingernailsschedule issues on-the-hour timingoverheard conversation general demeanor{NA}Tags: sex; whores.

Plastic spoons

2006-05-27T10:24:00.000-07:00

Between the first and the second service, I open the Assouline sack: The blue ice pack: The small silver jar: Melba toast:"I thought it was your sandwich!""No.""We'll need spoons.""Plastic spoons!""I' go get them."Black spheres like a heap of shot, glistening like a deposit of coinage: Sticky moist eggs pop their casings, releasing the silvery edge of a sea at the sky's scent:We sit side by side

Flaneur

2006-05-22T12:12:00.000-07:00

Framed in the upper room's window, segmented machine limbs shine like black chitin:From the cafe, I watch the street's catwalk: spaghetti-strapped high-breasted art students, backpackers, suburban MILFs, sk8ters, black-robed Muslims, Asian girls in flip-flops carrying instrument cases: Asian girls from the mainland dressed in odd color combinations:A goth in a pink plaid skirt with a big gold pin

Her aching back

2006-05-20T08:26:00.000-07:00

The gold chain round her bare neck does not swing:Her shoulders are stiff:She bears her weight on her knees:But her pelvis reciprocates smoothly:Sure as a girl gymnast stepping through her routine on the balance beam—she / does / her / trick:pumping me to a quick come.{300}Tags: sex; whores.

Other voices, other rooms

2006-05-19T19:18:00.000-07:00

and call Annie's old agency, on the off chance:"Who do you have working today, and what do they look like?""I have Angel and Marissa. Angel is 5'6", blonde, 34C, 120 pounds, 23—" [click].I redial the number: Non est disponsible.I buy a banana (phosphorus!) in the corner store to kill time. Then redial."Call back in 10 minutes.""I'm back. Marissa?""Marissa is 5'2", dark hair, 32B, 100 pounds, 22."

Is she, or isn't she?

2006-05-16T21:43:00.000-07:00

I follow her down the aisle, admiring the dragon tattooed green in the brown flesh of the small of her back.She shoves the door at the end of the car open, then turns:One hand at the handle of the tiny overnight roller bag: long nails.Much too long pearly nails, flawless; too long for typing, dialing, writing; too long to hold the pen while taking an order; too long to pick up a plate or a tray;

Archaic smiles

2006-05-14T20:41:00.000-07:00

Reversed in the glass, Jenny's crouched on her forearms, golden ass high: glossy black head bowed, hands cupped under the bowl that she laps from to steady it:Her palms nudge me up: Up: My own hands slide down my thighs, pull my knees further back toward my shoulders, cant my center of gravity easily up to her feasting mouth:Reversed in the glass: My legs, flung outward, spread even more widely:

Her breath rattles

2006-05-14T08:29:00.000-07:00

and the night nurse has the morphine at hand.("I am sorry I have to kill you!")It would have been all about me.{NA}Tags: sex; whores.

Riding my bike uphill

2006-05-13T19:21:00.000-07:00

on the way to the lawyer's, I'm gasping after ten strokes of the pedals; my thighs ache.No endurance.{NA}Tags: sex.

Friday pussy blogging

2006-05-12T17:18:00.000-07:00

Nobody seems to have picked up the fallen standard (for example). Maybe I'll have to?Past Friday Pussy Blogging here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, and here. {N.A.}Tags: sex.

Me.

2006-05-12T17:16:00.000-07:00

1. Myself. Ex. What good sound she gives me, as I steady myself into a beat.2. My cock. Ex. She puts me into her.3. Any part of my body. Ex. She puts a gloved finger up me.Cf. You.{NA}Tags: sex.

Take, eat

2006-05-11T18:47:00.000-07:00

I love it when Angel flops down on her back: She flops down bonelessly, just like that:Eyes closed, thighs wide open: ready for eating: willing to be eaten. Could it be that she isn't eaten enough?Unlikely.She knows what I'm hungry for. I grab her torso with both hands and yank her pelvis to the edge of the table, grab the pillow and shove it under her ass, put my hands round her knees and push

All, all are sleeping

2006-05-10T18:58:00.000-07:00

The rattle and clutch of a doorknob: the creak of a bedframe weighted down:I expect to hear bargaining; anticipate listening, in our bed, to the sounds they will make on the other side of the wall.But silence. No they—Perhaps she sleeps too."I was working until 7:30 this morning." Her hand caresses my thigh, rests there; she tucks her head into my shoulder.Like breathing out and breathing in—So

By the numbers

2006-05-09T17:15:00.000-07:00

Welcome Fleshbot readersIt came as a surprise ...Tags:sex;porn;sodoku.

Inventory

2006-05-08T18:39:00.000-07:00

Found in a cedar Arturo Fuente Hemingway "Work of Art" cigar box on top of the toilet tan (from the top):1. One Estee Lauder Blush All Day Natural Cheek Color "04 Pink Cloud" compact (black)2. One Maybelline Brush/Blush One "Seashell Pink" compact (black base, clear top)3. Bonnebell Café Classics "Style" Eye Shadow Box (clear)4. Two Bic Classic disposable razors (orange shaft, white head)5. One

Crooning, she's lifted her legs and clamped her calloused heels to my cheeks:

2006-05-07T19:04:00.000-07:00

I look left to the wall mirror:In the mirror, my doughboyish belly, twice her size, covering her: A great heavy sack dropped from a height, crushing her: Her arms, legs, neck and head splayed by the flattening impact:In the mirror, my pelvis wagging though its minute arc: My semaphor cock wagging a signal: Arm hidden between her thighs: Head secretly leaping inside her, there:A signal transmitted

WHOR on your radio dial

2006-03-12T20:04:00.000-08:00

Reuters:Prostitutes in the Brazilian city of Salvador are starting up their own radio stationThe Association of Prostitutes of Bahia state has won government permission for the project, enabling FM station Radio Zona to start broadcasting in the second half of the year, project coordinator Sandro Correia said on Thursday."We are not going to apologize for prostitution but we are going to struggle

Silences

2006-01-25T16:35:00.000-08:00

1. After she's shut the door and before she comes back; 2. After she's fallen asleep; 3. Before the action begins; 4. When there's nothing to say; 5. When there's too much to say; 6. When she drops her eyes without speaking; 7. When the water stops; 8. When the conversation stops; 9. When the music stops; 10. When we're being quiet because someone might hear; 11. When the champagne's gone flat;

"Do you want to come in my hair?"

2006-01-23T20:15:00.000-08:00

she asks as, having kneewalked up either side of her torso, bestriding her tits, I bob in her face."No," cupping my balls and bringing them forward.{150}Tags: sex; whores.

Vertical market

2006-01-21T18:43:00.000-08:00

Red leaves crowd the sandy paths of the carré; the students are back in town and need money; so there's a unfamiliar ad in the classifieds, boxed:A girl with a strap-on.It reads: "enjoys her work." Plus, she's only 5'2".She being the word: I want a girl doing me, not a "100% female."What would her thighs, her belly, thwacking my mounted cheeks sound like, from the recieving end?How would she

My turn to look at the ceiling

2006-01-20T21:27:00.000-08:00

After scraping me dry with a tissue, she fits her head into the crook of my arm, and closes her eyes.The rental darkens:her breathing deepens, rasps, settles into a slow beat:her flesh slowly cooling, condensing.The spilt jewels of the city sparkle ever more brightly, through the foolish window.My arms circle her.Until her cell rings.{140}Tags: sex; whores.

Is she, or isn't she?

2006-01-17T18:55:00.000-08:00

"She's a caretaker for a woman with cerebral palsy, so she has to go away for three and four days at a time."—midriff babyfat spilling out pale as she rises,"It sounds like she's just really busy."swaggers up to the bar rolling her heavy suburban ass."It's disturbing to meet someone I think I'm getting to know well."Black chainmail swing of her hair as she sits"But that's not the case."settles

Particulate things

2006-01-16T17:36:00.000-08:00

1. Skunky rubber. 2. Shelled shrimp. 3. Baby powder. 4. Dank washcloths. 5. Rice, steaming. 6. Cigarettes. 7. Perfume, perfume, perfume.Other related things.{NA}Tags: sex; whores.

I love to watch a whore who doesn't know how to walk

2006-01-16T17:32:00.000-08:00

in the high heels the house gave her.Going upstairs, she'll plant her feet one step at a time, as if she were walking in shoe boxes not shoes.Then when she steps out of her shoes and, barefoot, enters her cube, her carriage becomes achingly graceful.{NA}Tags: sex; whores.

247

2006-01-08T21:28:00.000-08:00

Angel texts me:Hello! How r u doing? C come c me? 247.Released.{NA}Tags: sex; whores.

Repetitive motion

2006-01-08T09:52:00.000-08:00

The gold chain round her stiff neck isn't swinging; her shoulders are rigid: yet her pelvis cycles, smoothly as if on oiled gimbals, her knees bearing herweight:She reciprocates, shoulders still steady: I rest my hands on her pumping cheeksas she shortens the stroke: pauses to grind me: grunts as she lifts: gives me a little Oh: shortens the stroke: Oh Oh Oh Oh—I'd told her she didn't have to

Market Making

2006-01-08T08:52:00.000-08:00

What to say, what to say?Renting may not be better than owning, but renting is better than being owned. So what kind of a relationship is it when one party, or the other, must be the owner?{NA}Tags: sex; whores.

Living world treasure

2006-01-07T17:07:00.000-08:00

From the Globe and Mail:NAIROBI — Salome Simon doesn't have much. A one-room shack she rents in Majengo, a slum on the edge of Nairobi. A couple of kangas, the bright print wraps she wears as skirts, and a couple of blouses. A transistor radio, some aluminum pots and one little luxury, a gilded bottle of spicy perfume.It isn't much to show for 23 years of hard work, on the job from 7 in the

Spread Magazine

2005-12-29T18:14:00.000-08:00

Via Google's alert system, Issue Number 3 of Spread magazine.I wonder if they need writers....{NA}Tags: sex.

Honest Johns

2005-12-28T18:43:00.000-08:00

From the UK's Independent:There are two reasons for these results. A charge-free hotline was set up in May by the UN's International Organisation for Migration (IOM) for women to call for help. It is staffed by multi-lingual operators who try to pinpoint where the women are - and then send in the police.But the second, more unexpected, factor is the chivalry of the Turkish brothel client. Since

Mysteries of the word made flesh

2005-12-24T23:16:00.000-08:00

Try Googling "baby Jesus".{NA}

What I've been saying all along

2005-11-28T18:44:00.000-08:00

{3700}Tags: sex; whores.

Cycling

2005-11-27T15:42:00.000-08:00

Like riding a bike: Once you learn, you never forget.Again, I am the happy boy, pedalling home: pedalling hard uphill: pumping slowly up to the summit: when summitted, imagine the freewheeling down—She's calibrated her ass at just the right angle for me: her pelvis reciprocates, smooth as a brass escapement, smooth as if greased, and in fact greased:She's giving me a nominal fuchores have shown me, over the years.{NA}Tags: thanksgiving; whores.

2005-11-21T18:24:00.000-08:00

I come down the stairs to the waiting room, carefully avoiding the low ceiling where I've banged my head more than once, hearing voices below: There's a mound on the rug in the center of the room: zipped bags of see-through, glistening plastic, wrapping wadded up color: red, green, blue; solids and patterns; white lace:The uniform supplier has dropped off the month's scanties.The whores squat

2005-11-17T18:18:00.000-08:00

"Come back and see me when you have a problem"—words I always like to hear from my urologist.So, to celebrate, I visited Jenny for one of her superlative rim jobs. Among other things.{NA}Tags: sex; whores.

2005-11-16T19:34:00.000-08:00

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a dark blurred oval freefall from the ceiling:Angel, naked too, hustles me off the massage table and as I stand, bobbing, grabs a tissue from the nightstand, pounces:"I am sorry I have to kill you!"{300}Tags: sex; whores.

Is she, or isn't she?

2005-11-13T13:33:00.000-08:00

The hotel Starbucks is full of conventioners; she sat at a single, cellphone placed on the tabletop, tabulating her bills? Her investments? Her 401K? At 6:50, the cell chirped. At 6:57, she folded her papers neatly into her clutch, sauntered off toward the elevators. Going past, she gives me a modest half-inch of gold silky midriff between red blouse and black pants: So dainty, so classy, so

Lan's blowjobs were never that good

2005-11-13T09:12:00.000-08:00

though I didn't know that then—Then, back in the day, when latex wasn't always a barrier.Lan was loving and game but not skilled. Though she did let me come in her mouth, she didn't know to suck harder when I climaxed, or to shiver her tongue round my head while I still thrilled, abandoned: Abandoned while she still had me, trapped in her mouth, between

"It's like having someone beside me."

2005-11-06T14:14:00.000-08:00

[Angel, of my texting her.]"Beside" as opposed to "on top of" or "under."{NA}Tags: sex; whores.

Angel's under me, grunting.

2005-11-04T19:00:00.000-08:00

Angel's beside me licking caviar from a plastic spoon. Licking the spoon.Angel's over me feeding one long-nippled tit into my mouth then the other.Angel's on top of me pumping.Angel's before me legs wide apart.Angel's up me three knuckles deep.Angel's upon me nibbling and sucking and biting, tweaking my nipples.Angels smiles around me.Angel's juice drying tightens the skin of my fingers and

The Young Visitors

2005-11-03T19:09:00.000-08:00

Here is the opening of nine-year-old Daisy Ashford's 1891 novel, The Young Visitors, which I read when I was in grade school:Chapter 1Quite a Young GirlMr. Salteena was an elderly man of 42 and was fond of asking peaple to stay with him. He had quite a young girl staying with him of 17 named Ethel Monticue. Mr Salteena had dark short hair and mustache and wiskers

She took the English name "Helen";

2005-10-29T10:54:00.000-07:00

her lips were flesh wings, pulled wide like the wings of a shot bird: stretched by the head of the child she didn't tell me about: the child head and the cock of the husband she didn't tell me about: until she brought him, and him, over from China.{NA}Tags: sex.

Vacance

2005-10-25T19:20:00.000-07:00

On the last day, I ring up Pierre, and put in my order: 3:00, so she'll be fresh at the start of her shift. Not a dancer; a student.She'll be petite, like all his "ladies": 5'1" or 5'2" or even 4'8".She'll undress promptly, matter-of-factly, without provocation: stepping out of her panties: about to be taken: her pretty pink lips pursed: naked and lovely and youn

"Isn't it beautiful? Touch it!"

2005-10-24T19:46:00.000-07:00

"It looks like your ass!"[Angel, of a peach from the farmer's market that I brought her.]{300}Tags: sex; whores.

Some count sheep

2005-10-22T08:57:00.000-07:00

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty one, twenty two, twenty three, twenty four, twenty five, twenty six, twenty seven, twenty eight, twenty nine, thirty, thirty one, thirty two, thirty three, thirty four, thirty five, thirty six, thirty seven, thirty eight, thirty nine, forty

Darling, you send me...

2005-07-24T08:59:00.000-07:00

{NA}Tags: sex; whores.

Whores in the news: Look for the union label

2005-06-30T20:52:00.000-07:00

More power to them!And how odd to see life imitating art; or cathected lust morph to political symbol.{NA}Tags: sex; whores.

That unobscured object of desire

2005-06-21T17:33:00.000-07:00

Francois Boucher, Louise O'Murphy, No. 2Or 3, or 4, or 100....Once again, I apologize for my silence and cop the same plea: The corporate succubus is draining me dry.Please feel free to view the antiquities: trace part of a girl's story, experience a service from various angles, peruse the archives (not everything is in the index, of course)...Play around. Sample the goods.{NA}Tags: sex; whores.

Apologies for silence

2005-06-13T18:09:00.000-07:00

Nothing is wrong—I've just had to feed the corporate beast. On the bright side, I've been accumulating new material. In the meantime, please consider playing in the index and the archives. Some things seem like they just happened yesterday...{NA}

Whores in the news: They say that the best things in life are free

2005-06-07T18:30:00.000-07:00

But.Scientists have trained capuchin monkeys how to use money, says a new column, Freakonomics, in the New York Times.And I can't think a lead-in that doesn't telegraph the punchline, so just read on:Do the capuchins actually understand money? Or is [Yale behavioral economist Keith] Chen simply exploiting their endless appetites to make them perform neat tricks?Several facts suggest the former.

The pain shoots

2005-06-05T09:09:00.000-07:00

from the top of her head (she touches it) down through left shoulder; soon she's go to the acupuncturist and get cupped again.A Repetitive Motion Disorder from bobbing her head, no doubt.{NA}Tags: sex; whores.

Everybody loves a dead President

2005-06-02T18:01:00.000-07:00

Money changes hands, but hands change money.Hands crumple bills in pocket or purse, smooth their creases and corners before feeding them into change machine slots: Hands scribble on slips, collect the carbons, tuck them away. Hands swipe the cards, or cut them in two.Hands dump change onto bedroom bureaus at night, along with the keys.Fingers flip coins, toy with them, toss them; or carefully

I snuffle her neck,

2005-05-30T08:42:00.000-07:00

still mounted:Perfume, a first. And not cheap.She wants to feel pretty; special. Like she felt when she was just a girl?"Estée Lauder."{300}Tags: sex; whores.

And perhaps, this long weekend,

2005-05-29T10:12:00.000-07:00

I'll find time to see a specialist.{NA}Tags: sex; whores.

On Saturday

2005-05-28T07:57:00.000-07:00

I do my shopping at 2:00.And then again at 4:00.{NA}Tags: sex; whores.

Friday pussy blogging

2005-05-27T19:41:00.000-07:00

Yes, black and white does represent volume better than color ever can... From the continually astonishing lili:{NA}Tags: sex; fridaypussyblogging.LAST WEEK Venus anadyomene.

Why doggy style is stlll my favorite position

2005-05-27T08:30:00.000-07:00

Her cheeks are restsoftful to sink in like the well-worn armchair that greets me at the end of a long day: I throw my head back and grip them:What good sound she gives me, as I steady myself into a beat: muffled, dull, resilient, repetitive: an energy absorbing whumpf: At impact, the sound reminds me of my mother beating a rug in the back yard, back in the day when Hoovers were rare; a sound

Lili G.

2005-05-24T18:55:00.000-07:00

tagged me! What an honor. Coming...NOTE Lili G is a Friday Pussy Blogger Emeritus, not just once, but twice.{NA}Tags: sex; whores.

Legalize it

2005-05-24T16:57:00.000-07:00

Don't criticize it.DirtyTalkingGirl keeps sending me useful links, and I keep forgetting to post them and thank her. Here's one such: passionate arguments, pro and con, about unionizing prostitutes in Spain.The comment thread poses a dichotomy between legalizing prostitution and helping people to leave (or escape) it. My view (granted, an interested and partial one) is that this dichotomy is

Did the mama-san just ask me for a date?

2005-05-23T19:57:00.000-07:00

"How was the massage?""The best ever." As it was."And the other?"I gesture: So so. I'd paid for two penetrations, gotten one, but been compensated with two hours of imaginative, thorough massage, beginning with a table shower where she detailed my entire body with a scrub brush, and ending with the blood singing in my scalp. Afterwards, she lit up a cigarette, smoked half, stubbed it out, then

VLA #3 in Japan!

2005-05-22T20:29:00.000-07:00

For certain specialized searches, that is.And I confess to savoring the picture of a Japanese john reading post #3, and trying to work out which perverse acts are implied by tutoyer...{NA}Tags: sex; whores.

Gilt-edged dumpsters

2005-05-22T19:57:00.000-07:00

in the slant of sweet light: silver-rimmed puddles archipelago in the alley's dark tarmac: skewed shadows of fire escapes fret black the red brick:"When I was a hostess, in Phuket, I would sit every night with a client and look over the ocean; every night was a beautiful sunset."{300}Tags: sex; whores.

Words to ponder from Laura the Tooth

2005-05-21T16:52:00.000-07:00

on her new site: "Never fuck if you're feeling less than 100%."Amen.(Laura is, of course, a Friday Pussy Blogger emeritus.){NA}Tags: sex.

Friday pussy blogging

2005-05-20T20:32:00.000-07:00

This world is all the world we will ever have, but sometimes in her, up her, I feel I am through her, inside out of her: My belly and balls and brain in the world that I know: My tip poking through to a world other than this:I don't feel clasped in flesh, but float through salt clouds, through warm foam, through the atmosphere of some other planet, steamy and thick:Listening inside I hear deep

She was on top, facing my feet,

2005-05-16T20:16:00.000-07:00

so I got a good view of the fading bruise on her right cheek as she pumped, and she pumped even harder when she must have felt I was coming: It was a first service with a new girl, so I came in not many strokes: gripped her haunches, forced her down over me, forcing her motionless, to lengthen my spasming up her:When I let go of her and opened my eyes, I'd already started to shrink, and when she

"Yes, yes"—

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Angel smiles with her cunt, clenching me:"I know, I know"—As I spasm once more—"Yes, yes."{300}Tags: sex; whores.

Zero stars

2005-05-09T18:28:00.000-07:00

All in all, not nearly so nice as the corner:The room is the size of the bedThe bed is the size of the roomHer boombox is goneHer AC is goneThere are no flowers (that I discovered, the last time, were fresh)And I'd almost prefer to hear the groans and bedframe-battering of the couple next door then try to drown them out with the Oldies.But at least—since the bed a genuine massage table, whose

She turns off the AC;

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she must have remembered I hate my flesh cool.She stands at the foot of the bed; I caress her round thigh with the sole of my foot, for her thoughtfulness.{300}Tags: sex; whores.

My mother's cunt,

2005-05-08T09:38:00.000-07:00

from which I come.Strange, some think their god made us, when so evidently sex did.{NA}Tags: sex; mother; mothersday.

Friday pussy blogging

2005-05-05T19:26:00.000-07:00

Antiquarians:Whither Friday Pussy Blogging?Before answering that question, or not, let me take a moment to consolidate the sweep of FPB.After a few posts on my own (Courbet, Splish splash, Orange, and Uniforms) I got the idea of asking guests to post on Friday. What a crowd of bold-faced names surrounds us! Let me recognize their contributions. Chronologically:What is your name? (DirtyTalkingGirl

And she must lie in it

2005-05-03T19:06:00.000-07:00

"How was your week?""I travelled."To London, but on business, and with the pound where it is, no money for whores. No money to check out the "Champagne Rooms" in Soho (a girl sits with her back to the window, Tina stencilled on her shirt). No money to walk through the nameless door at the top of the stairs on a Chinatown street (New model printed in black magic

Apologies, fleshbotters:

2005-05-02T19:03:00.000-07:00

I changed the FPB link (was http://alacarte.blogspot.com/ 2005/04/friday-pussy-blogging_29.html) just after Violet posted it. Mea culpa.{NA}

Listen,

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Do you want to know a secret,Do you promise not to tell, whoa oh, ohCloser...(Please, please me){NA}Tags: sex; sound.

"My friend, he

2005-05-01T19:10:00.000-07:00

told me I could strip for {500} a night! And I wouldn't have to have sex!"Antiquarians:Is Angel right about the money? Is Angel right about the work? Does it make sense for Angel to leave the life and become a stripper?{NA}Tags: sex; whores.

Friday pussy blogging

2005-04-29T18:53:00.000-07:00

Antiquarians:Sorry to have gotten this up so late; at last I have a network connection. And it looks like Patty got started without me...“You are mine. Every inch of your body is mine. Your soul and your mind belong to me”Your voice seduces me. The nearness and power of you holds me. Would that what you say could be true. It is my will to make it so; my mind, my soul and my body, yours for

The networking Gods

2005-04-28T17:28:00.000-07:00

have cursed my machines, all of them, and in consequence Patty's Friday Pussy blog may appear late Friday afternoon instead of early Friday morning. Sorry!{NA}

Welcome, cowboys, cowgirls,

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and "round-up" readers. Thanks for coming.Viewing the local antiquities captures several years experience of whoring in Victoriaville, so get to know the city by using the index at right; "what's most important isn't always on top." {NA}

"Wonderful day!"

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she called it, the spring day we met in Victoria Square."Beautiful day," I corrected her, then "No. You're right."The skin of her forearm was gold. My forearm, by contrast, was pink. We held hands while she programmed my new cell.Monday she reciprocated my text.Tuesday?Wednesday?Thursday?Friday?Saturday?Sunday?Of course, after lunch, we'd gone to her brothel. "Angel has a little tail!" cried the

Mixing memory and desire

2005-04-24T19:46:00.000-07:00

16:55The sun goes down behind the mountain. The wind, rising, flicks the undersides of the just new leaves silver. Black earth, rotting snow: Manyvoiced snowmelt guttergleams downhill towards the city, where surly city workers in mechanic's indigo rode orange cranes to collect the Christmas lights from the trees and the lamp posts; where new banners flap for the year's first festival.On the way

Christian panties!

2005-04-23T21:22:00.000-07:00

Wear 'em for "Just Us Sunday"! C'mon, Hiromi... You know you want to!{NA}

We are a simple, happy people

2005-04-22T19:42:00.000-07:00

OK, they're Canadians. And? UPDATE Well, OK, "and" apparently 16% of them aren't paying up front. Walter certainly didn't get away with that. What's happening up there, anyhow?{NA}Tags: sex; whores.

Cunning linguists

2005-04-21T18:36:00.000-07:00

We're #25! And on page one. For today, anyhow.Of course, DirtyTalkingGirl is on top. And the In/Out power curve shows the Bradford distribution typical of all content.Still, it's nice to be noticed. Thanks, everyone!Oh, and in honor of Cunning Linguists, I looked up cunnilingus in Wikipedia. They did not disappoint:Humming is also possible, pleasurable and efficient (in terms of energy

Friday pussy blogging

2005-04-21T17:57:00.000-07:00

Brother X, Sister Y. Or is it the other way round? It's all curiously confusing. But Monmouth isn't confused:A Y-chromosome is no excuse for not having a pussy. Yes, I know, the mirror doesn't lie. Nevertheless, it's a feeble, literal-minded gesture to unzip and with trembling fingers point to a full-grown cock nesting comfortably on a bed of balls and pubes. Hello! There you are, my snake, my