Ride Me Cowgirl
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Posted:Nov 29, 2013 1:58 am
Last Updated:Dec 5, 2013 7:25 pm
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Ride me cowgirl, ride me good!
Ride me like a bad girl should!
Let me feel you as we grind,
Fingering your ass from behind.
I can feel your every spasm
Pulsate with each hot orgasm.
Ride me till we both explode.
Ride me till I shoot my load.
Let me hear you moan and cry.
Then afterwards, we sweetly lie
Together in each other’s arms,
In bliss, beguiled by sexual charms.
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Fucking Five Hundred (My 500th Post)
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Posted:Nov 27, 2013 1:59 am
Last Updated:Dec 3, 2013 2:22 am
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I wrote my first post over eight years ago. I was in Scotland at the time. Things were not looking too good in my life, and they weren’t looking particularly good on A-F-F either. I had some time on my hands and was exploring this site when I came across the blogs. I’ve re-read my first post. At first glance it seemed like I was really putting a positive spin on things, then I realised what it was. It was really a memo to self, and the advice I was unconsciously giving to myself made a lot of sense.
I’ve come and gone from this site a few times and with that has come big gaps in my blog. That’s the way it happens – life goes on. It seems to me that whenever I return to it I understand how it all works a little better, but all the time Blogland is the place where I feel the most comfortable. There’s an interaction here and quite a nice and generally relaxed community. I think because so many males shy away from reading and writing a process of selection weeds out maybe as many as ninety percent of them leaving a much more even gender balance with men who are more articulate, which must make a refreshing change for women here in Blogland from the content of their email inboxes. It’s also a way of presenting who we are in a much more three dimensional way.
So what about celebrating my five hundredth post?
First I looked at my previous “centenaries:”
100 – Warm Century aka My 100th Post
200 – My 200th Post
300 – Post Number 300
400 – Good Gracious He Thundered Warm's Got to 400
I’d done the list, the poem, the celebratory Woohoo page. I needed something new, something different, and somehow in-keeping with the mild to moderately debauched spirit of this site.
Then I found something truly amazing!
500 Person Sex!!!!!
This is a 130 minute Japanese porn movie directed by Yukitsugu Tsuchiya and released in 2006 by the Soft On Demand group of media companies, aka SOD (appropriately!). It was also called A Milestone in History! SOD is known for its sometimes outrageous and creative products.
This movie features 500 people having sex in the same room and has been hyped as the "Biggest group sex orgy video."
However, despite the "orgy" label, the 250 couples featured in the video have sex only with each other and not with any other couple. The couples, who are described by SOD as students, enter a large studio and spend the next two hours in a variety of sexual acts including foreplay, mutual masturbation, oral sex and intercourse. The unique aspect of the production is that each couple performs all the sex acts in a choreographed manner in sync with all the other couples. The epic quality has been compared to the CGI scenes from Lord of The Rings and March of the Penguins.
I haven't come to a conclusion in my own mind as to how sexy the movie is, and although it’s viewable online I can’t imagine watching the whole two hours plus but I’m totally in awe at the sheer organisational achievement - how 500 people can be choreographed from one sex act to the next in an Olympic Opening Ceremony way. More Busby Berkeley writ large than Cecil B de Mille. And there is a surreal, almost comedic quality in 250 couples, fingering, sucking, sixty nining, doggying and so on. I kind of wonder what the Monty Python team would have done if they were directing.
I guess it could only be done in Japan. China is still far too morally strict, as far as I can see, and I think Western Europeans and North Americans would be far too anarchic, with just five hundred writhing swingers doing their own thing.
Follow orders? Fuck off! We’re far too busy doing our own stuff at the moment! Maybe in a couple of hours, if we're not too knackered, that is! 
Anyhoo, that’s my Five Hundred! 
And I hope you like my choice! 
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Ten Things About Blogging
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Posted:Nov 24, 2013 2:13 am
Last Updated:Nov 28, 2013 11:06 am
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This is my 499th post, so I'm in a bit of a reflective mood, trying to make sense about why I've spent so much time writing here.
So here goes:
In my experience blogging:
1. Is the best thing about this site. You can really express yourself in a sexually free environment and get to know other bloggers in a much broader way than looking at all too often limited profiles. 
2. Is a very sociable activity, because it’s not solely about writing your own stuff in a “me-me-me” way but it’s equally about reading and acknowledging material that others have written. It’s very much two-way authorship, where readers also write and writers read. Barring a little feather-pecking on Colony Blog, on the whole it’s a friendly, even loveable place to roost and write. 
3. Is highly educational. In a more Wikipedia than Encyclopaedia Brittanica way. You have to take some of what you read with a pinch of salt, but by ‘eck, as they’d say in Yorkshire, the collective knowledge about erotica is vast, albeit in a disorganised state of constant flux and chaos.
4. Is flirtatious, Somehow, because it’s all in the Blogosphere, a cheeky remark raises a smile and often gets a cheekier response. Which gets a bigger smile in return, and so on. I’m sure all that smiling releases endorphins which result in my next point.....
5. Is addictive. You’ve got to be very careful not to get over-obsessed with it. 
6. Is cursed! The more successful you become, the more you have to respond to all those wonderful fellow bloggers who have commented on your blog, and the more pressure you put on yourself to create new material for folks to read. I don't know how some bloggers with a much bigger following manage,  unless they've made an infernal deal to get 30 hours in their days. 
7. Is creative. Or as creative as you want it to be. So let that muse of yours fly free! 
8. Is saucy. It has to have just a touch of spicy naughtiness about it, otherwise you might as well be on a mainstream site. 
9. Is individual. No one’s going to dictate what you post or how you go about doing it. And feck 'em if they try! Vive la difference! 
10. Is fun! So carry on your writing, creating and posting, dear blogfriends. Just share the love - there's plenty to go round!
Of course it’s lots of other things too, but I did promise myself that I’d stop at ten. 
So hmmmm, dear blogfriends, neighbours on Colony Blog, what have I missed? 
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Libido and Lust
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Posted:Nov 22, 2013 2:27 am
Last Updated:Nov 24, 2013 2:20 am
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Libido and lust
Are simply unfair!
I'm innocent, just
When they get there
My good sense just goes,
My conscience gets lazy,
My naughty side shows
And I go sex-crazy!
I'm really quite good
But misunderstood!
Don't blame me!
If you must,
Blame libido and lust!
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In Another Life
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Posted:Nov 21, 2013 6:21 am
Last Updated:Nov 27, 2013 1:44 pm
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I guess we all look back on our lives and however good they've been there have been those things we wished had been somehow different. For me that's never been about money - I've never been hugely rich, but never been poor either. Nor is it especially about achievements and career. I always think if I'd done this or that it would have set a different direction and I might not have had many of the experiences I have had on this path that via a whole series of decisions and choices I've made. So no regrets there.
But when it comes to people and relationships I do sometimes wonder "what if?"
Almost immediately I put the thought out of my mind by saying to myself, "Ah! In another life!"
It's a bittersweet thought, because there's nothing to suggest that there is anything beyond this as the only show on Earth. But that romantic part of me likes to believe it, and it reassures and alleviates the loss.
Katy Perry's song, "In Another Life," captures the bittersweet:
Summer after high school when we first met
We make out in your Mustang to Radiohead
And on my 18th birthday we got that chain tattoos
Used to steal your parents' liquor and climb to the roof
Talk about our future like we had a clue
Never plan that one day I'd be losing you
And in another life I would be your girl
We keep all our promises, be us against the world
And in other life I would make you stay
So I don't have to say you were the one that got away
The one that got away
I was dreaming you were my Johnny Cash
Never one, we got the other, we made a pact
Sometimes when I miss you, I put those records on, whoa
Someone said you had your tattoo removed
Saw you downtown singing the blues
It's time to face the music, I'm no longer your muse
And in another life I would be your girl
We keep all our promises, be us against the world
And in another life, I would make you stay
So I don't have to say you were the one that got away
The one that got away
The one, the one, the one
The one that got away
All these money can't buy me a time machine, no
Can't replace you with a million rings, no
I should've told you what you meant to me, whoa
'Cause now I pay the price
In another life I would be your girl
We keep all our promises, be us against the world
And in another life, I would make you stay
So I don't have to say you were the one that got away
The one that got away
The one, the one, the one, the one
And in another life I would make you stay
So I don't have to say you were the one that got away
The one that got away
I imagine the tale of a little boy who grows up into a man and every time things don't work out he wishes that in the next life they do.
And the Universe in its infinite but indifferent beneficence grants him his wish. Only he enters the next life and because his wish comes true other things don't come about, so he wishes, "In another life."
Each life he has no memory of the previous. Each life he wishes for another life. Each life his wish is granted, with the eternal catch. The divine irony.
It's a fantasy, of course.
Like you, I have bittersweet memories.....
Do you ever say, "in another life?"
I still do from time to time.
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Words
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Posted:Nov 20, 2013 1:56 am
Last Updated:Nov 21, 2013 1:29 am
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Erotic wish lies in the mind
Your words alone make sweet desires
Articulate or unrefined
Your very utterance inspires
Us to become entwined
Yes
What you say lights fires
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While You Twerk.......
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Posted:Nov 19, 2013 3:08 am
Last Updated:Nov 21, 2013 11:05 am
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I didn’t know if it would work
That I could fuck you while you twerk.
Just watching you now move your ass,
Shaking booty with real class!
So play that music – let’s get grooving
And wait for doggie while you’re moving!
So keep on twerking while I grind
Stylish and yet unrefined!
Twerking:
1. the act of moving/ shaking ones ass/buns/bottom/buttocks/bum-bum in a circular, up-and-down, and side-to-side motion.
2. basically a slutty dance. derived from strip clubs.
3.when a girls' ass moves like a bowl of Jell-O
Source: Urban Dictionary
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Do We Need Men?
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Posted:Nov 16, 2013 11:42 am
Last Updated:Nov 19, 2013 5:05 am
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I first trained as a biologist and I have retained a curiosity about how living things tick despite my life taking me elsewhere. Now there’s something that seems to make a lot of sense to me as a biologist, but worries me as a male.
It’s all about sex.
Or why there should be 50% male and 50% female.
You see, there is no rule in nature that we should have as many males as females. For example:
In a beehive there is one fertile female, hundreds or even thousands of infertile females and a handful of male drones.
In many species unfertilised eggs turn into males.
In alligators you get little girly gators when the eggs are laid in cool sand and lil baby boy gators when the sand is warm. In turtles it is the other way round.
A little insect called Stictococcus sjoestedti that sucks the sap of cocoa trees, eggs infected with a particular type of symbiotic fungus become females. Those that are uninfected become males.
The green spoonworm is born without sex, but becomes a male if it comes near a female in the first few days and ceases to develop further. If it doesn’t then it finds a crevice in the sea floor, grows and becomes a female. A female literally snuffles up her diminutive partner and he spends the rest of his life in a little chamber fertilising eggs that pass by. If this was scaled up to human proportions for the female the lil feller would be no bigger than an eraser at the end of a pencil.
There seems to be a general rule that when the environment becomes challenging the male to female ratio increases to A-F-F proportions so there are many more males than females. This increases diversity and competition. But when the environment becomes more secure the reverse occurs and the species becomes increasingly feminised.
Now we are creatures of nature, so we are bound by similar “rules”, many of which we still don’t understand. Think about your own sexuality and it doesn’t take much imagination to see how animal like we are. Okay, we can throw in the occasional kinky stuff (woohoo or yee haw, according to taste, lol!) but basically we are subject to similar ways of going about things.
So in an age where there are sperm banks do men run the risk of being redundant?
And as a sex are men more of a liability to the species than women? After all men commit more crimes of all sorts than women do, are generally less reliable in raising families, start and perpetrate almost all wars. Men are significantly more disruptive, more destructive, more competitive, more egotistical and less collaborative. Men in the western world are also becoming less fertile.
Meanwhile, little by little, and with the certainty of a geological event more women take on the mantles of power our civilisation affords…
and in my view our species needs that to happen in order to survive.
So….
some time in the future is it just conceivable there might be many more women than men?
And would you girls miss us?
Hmmmmmm! There’s a full moon out there! I’m going to go out and have a good howl at it!
Get all that endangerment out of my system!
Aoooooooooowwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!
Anyone want to howl back?
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Measuring Up
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Posted:Nov 16, 2013 12:35 am
Last Updated:Nov 19, 2013 3:17 am
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You might not be able to change the length of your life, but you can change both its breadth and depth.
And I believe we owe it to ourselves to do so.......
Have a wonderful weekend
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Her trick was to open her legs
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Posted:Nov 14, 2013 2:38 am
Last Updated:Nov 14, 2013 1:06 pm
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Her trick was to open her legs
And give birth to two hard boiled eggs.
Wow! That was amazing!
She'd have us all gazing,
And repeat if anyone begs.
But her friend said, "I'm always afraid
That they'll squash, so try these - they're jade.
If you use the right size
They'll revitalise.
You'll simply adore getting laid!"
Well she did, but egg-laying is hard
To quit - it shot into the yard!
Hit a guy in the head
And dropped him - quite dead!
And she was emotionally scarred!
The moral is that every kink
Is harder to quit than you think.
In this case, so fatal
Was her egg (non-natal),
She wished she'd sat over the sink!
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Oh babe will you come in my Mercedes Benz?
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Posted:Nov 13, 2013 2:13 am
Last Updated:Nov 16, 2013 12:21 am
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With apologies to the late, great Janis Joplin:
Oh babe will you come in my Mercedes Benz
We've tried it in a Porsche - disaster both ends
I need a big car for my naughtiest friends
Oh babe will you come in my Mercedes Benz
Oh babe let’s link up to a widescreen TV
Let’s put on a porn show for others to see
What I’ll do to you, and you do to me
Oh babe let’s link up to a widescreen TV
Oh babe let’s go out for a night on the town
And find a hot spot where we can go down
In ways that will make all the good people frown
Oh babe let’s go out for a night on the town
Oh babe will you come in my Mercedes Benz
We've tried it in a Porsche - disaster both ends
I need a big car for my naughtiest friends
Oh babe will you come in my Mercedes Benz
This post was inspired by [post 3271394] by [blog sexyfunlady2011]. Sexyfun is a fellow Britblogger who has only recently started her blog, but I really love her risqué wit and raunchiness. It would be so nice if you could drop by and leave a comment
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Remembrance Day Thoughts
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Posted:Nov 10, 2013 11:04 pm
Last Updated:Nov 13, 2013 2:45 am
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Driving through Wiltshire, where so many of our military personnel are, this Remembrance Sunday today was a moving experience. Village church after village church, locals in black or military uniforms, all wearing the red poppy, a mark of remembrance.
Ever since I was in my teens I've had a curious interest in the First World War. My school library had a set of something like two dozen large dusty leather bound books, full of black and white photographs, and I'd lose myself in this otherworld. Even back then it seemed so long ago and its origins were hard to understand at the time. I understand them better now in terms of the historical narrative, but exactly how it came about – the mindset – I still find hard to grasp on a personal level even though “might is right” continues to manifest itself in new clothes from all sorts of quarters and only the naïve can have the luxury of ignoring that.
The south east of England and north east of France have a similar geology, that is that the underlying rock is chalk and the soil is usually heavy clay. These are ideal for poppies, which are primary colonisers of bare land. Where there have been major works on motorways and autoroutes and the soil on the wide verges is bare as a result poppies grow, Sometimes these fresh earthworks become red with poppy flowers. The western front in World War I was primarily an artillery war, so the ground was continuously pulverised by carpet-shelling. Like the earthworks that appear from modern civil engineering Flanders and Picardy had a band of fresh earth where the opponents’ trench systems were. Poppies would appear as if from nowhere and the visual metaphor of a red flower for every fatality must have struck many. It was John McCrae, a Canadian medical officer, who wrote “In Flanders Fields” on the evening after he conducted the burial service, the padre being away, for his friend Alexis Helmer on 2nd May 1915.
The “War to End All Wars,” sadly did not live up to its name. Conflicts continue and our service men and women continue to sacrifice their lives as well suffering horrendous and life-changing injuries. My father, who I remember with pride, was a lifelong soldier decorated for bravery in the field and buried with military honours. Ironically he organised the burial of the army officer in the grave next to his, killed attempting to defuse a terrorist bomb. He once told me that a soldier is not paid to kill but to be prepared to die for his comrades, for his country, for you and me. Whether our politicians are right or wrong in their decisions these brave, usually young people, lay their lives on the line with neither question nor negotiation. It is sad that that be so, but it is the real world we are in and a harsh realpolitik that stubbornly prevails.
At the end of the day we ask of them the biggest ask and in return they give the biggest gift. Each of their lives was as special as yours or mine.
That is more than worthy of my remembrance.
I wear my poppy with pride.
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M'lady Doth My Manhood Please
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Posted:Nov 9, 2013 11:20 pm
Last Updated:Nov 13, 2013 7:20 pm
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M'lady doth my manhood please
When gently takes in hand to tease,
And with her tongue doth gently lick
To slowly stir sweet Master Dick.
No longer sleeping, nor so soft,
He grows and stands so firm aloft.
He cries for Mistress Pussy's flesh
As both their forms engage, enmesh.
What rapture, joy. What sweet delight
For Master held by Mistress tight.
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