Snowjob

One of my very favorite memories is the time Jennifer and I stopped for a short walk somewhere on a mountain pass in the Cascades. We'd planned on staying at a mountain cabin owned by a guy from work. He was nice enough to let us use it, and gave us a map and the secret code for the alarm and the hiding place of the key. Unfortunately, the snow was so deep, we couldn't even make it a quarter mile off the highway. We tried to drive up to a rustic mountain resort we'd heard of, but that, apparently was snowed in and closed for the season. So we retreated, back to the highway to a small town, wh

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Just a Shirt

I love it when she gets up from bed, and it's chilly in the house at morning, and so she grabs whatever is in reach to slip on. Sometimes it's just a shirt.

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The Golden Hour

She liked the golden hour. She liked the light. She liked the smell of the sage and lavender. The hills looked soft. During the year that she wrote her dissertation, she lived in the hills at what had once been a farm house long ago. No one was around for miles. She loved to take a bike ride, each day at this time, and feel day turn to dusk, and to feel part of everything around her at this moment.

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One Thing Lead to Another

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Meg White

Meg White, drummer of the White Stripes. Such a hottie. Arguably the best breasts is rock. 

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The Real Thing

In 1969, the Cola Cola company introduced the slogan: "It's the real thing." There's been some variations over the years. "Look for the real things"(1974),  "America's Real Choice" (1985), "Real" (2003), and "Make it Real" (2005).Pretty much any of these slogan would make a perfect caption for this photo.

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Lovely View

What a lovely view. Golden light, and her blonde hair glinting in the sun. Her breasts soft and full. The sweetest thing is that this is a self-snap, standing over the camera that she's set on self-time. It reminder me of when she stands over me, offering her curls, and the wet soft skin beneath, to my waiting mouth.

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A little help

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Tube Socks Rule!

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Improper

Here's Katie, a 20-something gal who goes by the moniker "Improper" on her tumbler blog. What a cutie. She looks so much like an old friend of mine, Caroline, who I had a huge crush on for several years.This is a new favorite photo, combining so many sexy elements: outdoors in winter, cute hipster glasses, cute sweater, no pants!, and she's growing her bush back of cute red hair. And of course the cute smile/grin/smirk. All in all, sexy.

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Have a seat

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Her First Toy

From the very beginning, the sex with Rachel was good. She was very relaxed and open about her sexuality, and never afraid to try something new. Surprisingly, for as much as we loved sex and as much as we'd already done on our own and with past partners, neither of us had any experience with vibrators or other sex toys. Rachel said she'd always wanted to try a vibrator, but just never had taken the next step of ordering one. So, for a present, I went to a local adult store and bought her a vibrator. I saw lots of different shapes and sizes, from small pocket rockets to giant double-dildo

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Panayiotis Lamprou: the casual power of an intimate portrait

This is a reposting of an article originally written by Sean O'Hagan for the Guardian. It is one of the most thoughtful and thought-provoking articles we have ever read. Our sincere appreciation to Mr. O'Hagan for his work and we hope by helping the dissemination of this work, the conversation is carried to wider circles, resulting in deeper and more meaningful conversations around this topic.Lamprou's Portrait of My British Wife – on the shortlist for this year's Taylor Wessing photographic portrait prize – is a private moment made public. But when does art become voyeurism?Sean O'Haganguard

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Fernly, Nevada

My last year of college, my girlfriend Jennifer and I had flown up to Oregon for the Chirstmas holiday, where I bought a pickup to drive back to college to have for the last semester of senior year and to use to move. We wanted to make a road trip of it, so on New Years day, we set out in the new truck. We drove south over the Siskiyou Pass and down into Northern California. We then turned East, to climb over the Sierras into Nevada. On the pass, we were caught in a huge snow blizard. It was literally a white out. Cars and trucks were spinning and fishtailing, and sliding into each

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