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Classic Beauties…

30 Monday Jul 2012

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Classic Beauty

Although a contemporary photo, this has a classic look. There is something about black and white photography which captures well a certain kind of restrained, yet still alluring beauty. This is one of the many photos I have found somewhere at one web site or another. I know nothing about it except that it is quite beautiful. When I come across a beautiful image, especially of a woman, I like to download it for further use. For some reason, when I see this photo I think of France around 1940. I imagine she could be a young French woman, perhaps a bit proper, but curious about certain of the more forbidden pleasures of life. Perhaps she was raised by overbearing parents, a strict family, and now she yearns for  freedom and exploration. Beneath the proper and restrained exterior is a curious and passionate creature waiting to be discovered.

Such discoveries are something I have always delighting in finding.

Small Breasted Wood Nymph

27 Friday Jul 2012

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Beauty…

Too often women obsess over their breast size. I don’t think I have ever met a woman who was completely happy with her beasts. The most common complaint are that they are too small; but even women with large breasts will find some sort of fault with them. One former lover had lovely, large breasts. They were perfectly shaped. It was delightful to see and massage them while she rode me. Still, despite their voluptuous beauty, she would always say, “I have baloney nipples.” Her nipples were quite lovely as well, but she could but find fault in their shape. It always amazes me how self critical women are over their bodies, particularly their breasts, especially given the fact that most men really do not care too much about breast size, so long as they have access to those breasts.

Fake breasts are a complete turn off for me. I do not find them attractive at all. Give me small and perky over big and fake any day. Even flat chested is preferable to fake.

I like this photo. She could be wood nymph. She could be a wood nymph that you stumble across one afternoon while walking through the woods. Like all wood nymphs, who are divine beings, she might be dangerous. Although alluring, she might reek havoc in your life. As with all nymphs, wood nymphs are erotically seductive. A man cannot resist them. He might be destroyed in the process. Still, enjoying the pleasures of love with such a creature would be worth the risks. Wood nymphs rule. I want to experience erotic pleasures with a wood nymph. I want to make sweet love to a wood nymph.

And like all wood nymphs, she is all natural, with a lovely GNP (Glorious Natural Pelt).

A Successful “Date” in Today’s World

25 Wednesday Jul 2012

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“Yes Mom, I had a date last night. He’s very nice, right now we’re just friends. I don’t know, we might go out again, maybe not. We went to a movie and had a couple drinks. Yes, he brought me home. … You’re asking a lot of questions. … No, I don’t have anything to hide. …What?!?… Yes, I’m on the pill. I don’t know. I really don’t know. Maybe we will, maybe not. … OK, I’ll tell you truth. Lisa told me he had a nice cock and I wanted to try it out for myself. Yes, that’s right. I also gave him a blowjob. Yes, I did. Honestly, I think he’ll ask me out again because I swallow. Yes, I do. Maybe if you swallowed Dad wouldn’t be so cranky all the time. {click} hello? hello?”

This is what modern “dating” is all about. I found this little gem on: http://socialneanderthal.tumblr.com/

Ah, how blessedly true!

Beautiful Women Over Forty: Marisa Tomei

22 Sunday Jul 2012

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Marisa Tomei, looking good in a white tank top.

Marisa Tomei is a good example of how a woman can still maintain her beauty well into her forties. Born in 1964, she will be 48 this coming December. For a woman who is approaching 48, she is quite hot. When I think of all the girls in their early twenties who are overweight, out of shape, and just plain flabby from a lifetime of eating junk food, sitting in front of a computer, and a total lack of exercise, Tomei is a refreshing reminder that beauty can be maintained well past the age that fades for most people. Perhaps she has some genetic help, but I would bet she also eats well, exercises, and takes care of her body. You can’t be in great shape after forty without some care and effort.

Tomei at the 2009 Oscars.

Our society has an obesity problem. That is a fact. The causes of this problem are primarily poor diet and lack of exercise. It is that simple. When I see a woman like Tomei in her mid to late forties looking hotter than a lot of girls in their early twenties, I can’t help but chuckle a bit. Girls in their early twenties usually enjoy tremendous sexual power, but they also tend to be silly and vacuous and ultimately inflate their own sexual self worth; a woman a bit later in life has more experience, intellect and understanding of the realities of the world, having lived through them herself. If she has great looks too, well, she is preferable to the bubble gum chewing, club hopping girls twenty years younger than her.

Nice…

A person does not need to be a Hollywood star in order to maintain their body and looks. All it takes is a good diet, exercise and the right attitude towards life. As Tomei shows, women can maintain their beauty well into their lives.

Oh yes, and older women tend to be better in bed too. They tend to be more comfortable with themselves, understand themselves sexually, and often are not afraid to fuck, simply for the pure pleasure of fucking.  Since they are past the age of the white picket fence, babies and bunny rabbit fantasies that plague younger women, they can enjoy the pleasures sex without all the ridiculous mind games and unrealistic expectations that often come with youth and inexperience.

So let us celebrate beautiful older women! They can be a special delight.

The Art of Beautiful Women

21 Saturday Jul 2012

Posted by Racer X in art, beauty, erotica, women

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Loveliness…something almost divine.

I enjoy very much posting photos of beautiful women. As I have often mentioned here, I find the visions of beauty to be uplifting. There is something spiritual about beauty. Beauty of course takes on many different forms, but for me, and this blog, beautiful women are a particularly favorite form. Erotic beauty has its own power and appeal, its own allure and attraction, and I enjoy posting erotic photos, but not all the photos I post are necessarily explicitly erotic. Many photos may rather be suggestively erotic. For a man, it is impossible to see a beautiful woman and not feel at least some degree of erotic attraction; part of the appeal of beautiful women is the inherent and allusive nature of the erotic. (And I know many women enjoy erotic photos as well…)

I think too many people associate eroticism or erotica with porn. To them, all depictions of nudity, no matter how artistic or tasteful, are evil and morally wrong. They would label anything nude as “porn”. This is particularly true among the religious types. If they had their way, all depictions of nudity would be a criminal matter. Now, I do believe that too much of porn is crude, tasteless and even vulgar, which in turns gives the higher forms of eroticism a bad name. Then again, there is some really good porn out there, which could be called erotica, and some really bad erotica. The lines between the two are always fluid and blurred.

A nicely done erotic photo, or simply a photo of a beautiful woman, gives pleasure to my soul. So I enjoy posting such photos here, to demonstrate, as I believe, that the beauties of eroticism are not evil, dirty, immoral, but rather, uplifting, a joyous reflection of the wonders of the world around us. Seeing and enjoying the sight of beautiful women does not necessarily mean an exercise in sexual conquest; rather, it is just one of those simple pleasures of life that are to be enjoyed when presented. So, when it comes to posting photos here, I like images that are both beautiful, erotic, sometimes explicit, but never crude or vulgar. What I try to express and reflect is the beauty of eroticism and sexuality, the powerful role those have in our lives. A good erotic photo, or a good photo of a beautiful woman, is to me a work of art.

The celebration of beauty, and beautiful women, is a celebration of life!

 

More Brunette Beauty…

19 Thursday Jul 2012

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Beauty…

I never tire of seeing feminine beauty. It uplifts my soul. What would life be like without such beauty? Whenever I see these women from Islamic societies, their heads all covered, their hair hidden from view, I wonder why, why would any society want to deny the pleasures of viewing such beauties. Beautiful women are a free pleasure, one of the few free pleasures in the world, as free a pleasure as there is. To cover women up in such garments is the equivalent of covering up the countryside, the ocean, the mountains, or whatever else of beauty nature has provided. There is something fundamentally wrong with it.

And the brunette. Yes brunettes are quite lovely. How lovely indeed. I cannot never get enough of such beauties. Let me not forget the blondes and redheads and all the mixes in between. I love them all. But tonight the brunette is most enticing.

Beautiful women, one of the delightful pleasures of life. God bless them!

The Apex Alpha Athlete and Feral Female Sexuality: A True Display of Evolutionary Dynamics

18 Wednesday Jul 2012

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This is often the result of the meeting between the apex alpha athlete and the women he encounters. That she may be married is of no concern to her…

“I’ll do whatever you want. I want to be your cum slut.”

This quote is another nice example of female hypergamy, the subject of my previous post. It taken from an from Deadpsin article which relates how women often become completely feral in the face of professional athletes: http://deadspin.com/5914355/how-women-throw-themselves-at-pro-athletes-and-vice-versa-a-publicist-explains. Written by a publicity agent for various pro athletes, the article sheds light on the world of athletes and their women. Although the author is anonymous, I assume the incidents related in the article are true. From what I know and have seen for myself of hypergamy, I have no reason to doubt the veracity of his tales.

The theme is simple and universal: a seemingly happily married female will all but abandon her betaish husband when given the chance to mate with an alpha, especially an athletic alpha. This is not even to mention the obviously more precarious situation of a girl who is merely the girlfriend of some betaish dude. We know how that usually turns out. And the reason for such displays of amoral sexual behaviors among many women? Professional athletes, especially the ones who are most famous and successful, with championships and records on their resume, are the apex alphas of our world. The best athletes in the most high profile sports, such as basketball, baseball, or football, are both wealthy, powerful and physically dominant. Many men may have money, or they may have physical prowess, or fame, but very few have all three. The rarity of these qualities makes the athlete an extra special prize for the woman always on the look out to advance her social and financial standing. It is hard for the average person to understand just how physically dominant the great athletes are: they are basically freaks of nature. Their size, combined with lean but muscled body mass, is an immediate draw for the female eye. When an apex alpha enters a crowded room, his presence is immediately felt, his dominance over all others immediately established, and the panties of all the women in the room immediately become moist. Such a scene is often a beautiful display of the evolutionary and biological realities of our existence. I suppose the only other category of alphas who could compete with the athletes are rock stars. A reality show on who could bed more women in the course of a year, the athlete or rockstar, would be quite entertaining.

So as this article relates, the publicist apparently would deal with all the women trying to get access to his clients. For example, one woman clearly wanted one of his prize athletes. So the publicist pretended to be the client, at the client’s request so he could better weed out potential sex partners, and they exchanged texts. The author states:

I asked her if she would just come in, fuck “me,” and leave without saying a single word. Her response is one I’ll never forget: “I’ll do whatever you want. I want to be your cum slut.” My client just laughed when I showed it to him.

Oh yes, what more needs to be said? Female hypergamy is a sad fact of life that most men, in their white knighting delusions, do not understand, and this in turns dooms many betaish men to a lifetime of second class status in the sexual market place, up to and including being abandoned by the women in whom they invested so much time and energy as those same women opt out for a better, more powerful mate when given the chance. I say this without any condemnation to all the players involved. It is simply a result of our biological, evolutionary selves. Women seek the best resources to propagate themselves, which means finding the strongest, healthiest males with the highest social status. The best genetic pool is then more likely to be passed on. Our species has survived because of this. But in our modern world we cannot admit our naturalistic past as openly as we really should, so the common refrain from the married woman who falls into the arms of a apex alpha is, “Well, of course I still love my husband, but he just does not do it for me anymore.”

Watch the female hypergamy hamster run. It is quite a show.

The Comedy of Female Hypergamy

15 Sunday Jul 2012

Posted by Racer X in men, women

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The alpha gets to enjoy as much of this as he wants…

Recently I witnessed a wonderful example of female hypergamy. Really, I could not have come across a more textbook or vivid demonstration of female sexuality in its most raw, primitive and opportunistic form.

I belong to a gym, and every summer a certain celebrity shows up for a few weeks to work out at our gym. Apparently he owns a house in a nearby county and finds our gym a good place to work out. I will not give the name of the celebrity, but I will say he is well known, has starred in some popular movies, mostly action, and has an athletic past. When he goes to the gym he tries to stay pretty much incognito, and most of the regulars there such as myself leave him alone to do his work out. It is clear he does not want to be bothered, although he is always friendly to those who talk to him.

However, it is amazing to see how the women react in his presence. This man has true super alpha status: looks, physique, fame and money. And you can see how powerfully this affects the women. I am surprised that the floor does not get soaked with their excess vaginal juices whenever he is there.  As he works outs, the women congregate on their elliptical machines, staring, gawking and giggling. What is most amusing is that a lot of them are rather unattractive and out of shape and so would never even be noticed by someone who is surrounded on a regular basis by Hollywood beauty and pussy. This man could basically fuck whomever he wanted.

But there is one particularly amusing display of female hypergamy I came across recently. Someone who works at the gym told me how this one particular women, whom I know, will go out of her way to appear at the gym when this particular celebrity is present. She normally works out in the evening, but when this individual happens to make his two week appearance every summer at our gym, usually during the day, she completely changes her schedule so she can work out at the same time as he does. I saw her myself one day last week doing exactly this. There she was, following this man around, making sure to stand next to him as he was trying to work out, doing the same sort of exercises he was doing so as to get as close as possible to him. It was obvious that if he asked her to go back to his place to fuck, she would have said yes. It was as if she lost all sense of reason and decorum so she could satisfy her vagina’s demand to be filled with this man’s alpha penis. As the gym employee I spoke with suggested, she is so obvious it is laughable.

In the presence of alpha sexual dominance, even the most socially respectable woman can be turned into something quite different…

And yet this woman is married, with children, and a nice beta husband. In many ways she is a outward model of upper middle class womanhood: seemingly perfect, fit, attractive, financially well off, with a brood of lovely children. She is actually quite the milf. Her husband has probably spent countless hours at some utterly boring job so she could enjoy a nice kitchen and her children nice clothes and a good education. And yet she would probably leave her beta husband in a heartbeat if she thought she could mate with this super alpha celebrity. You can see how women react, how their most feral sexual instincts arise, when placed in the presence of a man who is truly alpha, a man who is not only attractive and powerful physically, but who can give them all the money and social status they could possibly ever want. The only thing preventing this one woman from leaving her husband and perhaps children is the complete disregard that this man shows her. Of course that only makes her try all the harder to get his attention, hence her need to follow him around the gym, and his lack of attention shows all the more how much of a true alpha he his.

The comedy of life is truly entertaining.

Jacques Anquetil: The Great French Cyclist and Alpha Male

12 Thursday Jul 2012

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Jacques Anquetil, the greatest French cyclist.

I am in the midst of enjoying one of my favorite sporting events: Le Tour de France. As far as I am concerned, this is the greatest sporting contest in the world. Three weeks of continuing racing, covering a total of nearly 2,5000 miles, a good portion of which is over the grueling mountains in the Alps and Pyrenees. As far as strength and endurance, I cannot think of another sport which demands as much from the participant as this one.

The Tour is one of the oldest sporting events in the world. First run in 1903, it has had a continuous existence since then, except for during the two World Wars, when it was not run. In that time many great riders have come and gone and made their names famous by winning the Tour. In the U.S., the Tour remains relatively unknown, but in Europe it is a huge event, as the crowds that line the road during each stage of the race attest. Cyclists are huge superstars in these countries.

I myself knew next to nothing about the Tour until I just happened to watch a stage on television about ten years ago with a friend of mine. He was a big fan, and I wondered why he was watching a bike race. I was disdainful that a bike race could at all be interesting to watch as a sporting event. I was hooked on the race after about five minutes of watching. Since then I have been a devoted follower.

One of the things I enjoy about the tour, and cycling in general, is its long history and tradition. As I mentioned, the Tour first took place in 1903. There are even older bike races before the Tour. But since 1903 there has been a sort of unified sense of who the great cyclists are, and many of them prove their greatness by winning the Tour. There are two other great Tours as well: a three week race through Italy (the Giro d’Italia, founded in 1909) and another three week through Spain (Vuelta a Espana, founded in 1935). All these consist of flat stages and high mountain stages. Only five riders in history have won all three Tours in the course of their careers (Anquetil being one, along with Felice Gimondi, Eddy Merckx, Bernard Hinault and Alberto Contador, all great cyclists), and no one has won all three in the same year. As I mentioned, winning these races, and being a great cyclists, is a great honor in Europe, often resulting in fame and, if lucky, fortune.

Jacques Anquetil, on the left, and his great rival, Raymond Poulidor.

One of those Tour winners was a Frenchman named Jacques Anquetil (1934-1987). Anquetil is one of the greatest cyclists of all time, being the first to win the Tour five times, a feet only surpassed by Lance Armstrong. He was known for his extremely graceful and elegant style of riding, and was the dominant cyclist of his generation. Like all great champions he had his rivals, good but not as good as Anquetil. His most famous rival was a fellow French cyclist named Raymond Poulidor. Poulidor is famous as someone who never won the Tour, despite finishing second or third on several occasions, and winning many other races. He was a great cyclist in his own right, but still not as good as Anquetil. One of his nicknames was the “Eternal Second”. In France at the time, the early to mid sixties, a social division arose between those who preferred the more elegant and victorious Anquetil, and those who preferred the more rustic and less successful Poulidor. Friends, families, and neighborhoods were divided on these allegiances. Anquetil represented France as a successful and important nation, Poulidor as a noble but no longer great nation. The term “Poulidor complex” was actually coined by sociologists to describe the post-War image that France held of itself. Yet Poulidor, despite or due to his image as a sympathetic loser, was always more popular in France than the champion Anquetil.

Poulidor, the “Eternal Second”. Despite coming in second on several times, he never won the Tour.

Anquetil retired from cycling in 1966. His post-cycling life has a rather interesting turn, something which ties in with the general the theme of this blog.

Apparently Anquetil wanted to have a child with his wife, Janine, a woman whom he had seduced from his own doctor and married in 1958. No children were produced from the marriage. So, a rather unusual solution was found. Janine offered to Anquetil her own daughter, Annie, from her previous marriage for procreation. Of course Anquetil did not refuse. Not only that, but her daughter was more than willing. As she said (according to Wikipedia):

“When my mother asked that [I should become impregnated by my step-father, Anquetil]…. I was totally breathtaken by the proposition…. But, mind, I accepted willingly. I have to admit that at the time, despite being 18 years old, I was in love with Jacques. And I knew that I pleased him. What do you expect? That’s life. And that’s how I found myself in his bed in the sacred mission of procreation.”

She admits she was in love with the great cyclist. She also said:“Nobody thought it strange that Jacques Anquetil joined me in my bed each evening before returning to the marital bed beside my mother. Everybody was comfortable with it”

The story gets even more interesting. Eventually a daughter was born to Annie, a girl named Sophie. However, Annie and her mother Janine developed a jealousy over Anquetil, the result of which was Annie leaving the house. Janine then invited her son and his wife to live in the house, which they did, and Anquetil eventually started an affair with his own step son’s wife, a woman named Dominique. He even had a child with her as well. He and his first wife, Janine, eventually divorced and Anquetil died at a early age, 53, from stomach cancer.

Great champions in sport usually display alpha traits: a certain degree of narcissism and a ruthless determination to succeed at what you want to achieve. You need these to be a winner, especially in something as highly competitive and arduous as cycling. Anquetil was such a man. A pursuit and enjoyment of various women is often a by-product of such a personality, and since sports stars tend to have easy access to many women, it is not surprising they often take full advantage of such situations. Anquetil’s victories in races, his detached and enigmatic champion persona, and his enjoyment of the women in his life, reveal such characteristics.

Oh yes, and let me not forget to mention that the French have always been known for their appreciation and enjoyment of feminine beauty. It is no accident that Paris is still the fashion and beauty capital of the world.

Anquetil, as a true alpha, and in true French fashion, enjoyed the beauties and pleasures of various women…

Vive Le Tour!!!
Vive La France!!!

Ginger Fever!!!

08 Sunday Jul 2012

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I love a glorious ginger…

In these sultry, intensely hot days of summer, I am often reminded of how much I love a ginger. Like a heatwave of sexuality, gingers are hot. Gingers are those unique, wonderful and delightful creatures of specialized feminine beauty. Gingers, with their reddish brown hair, or reddish blonde hair, or even rarer pure reddish orange hair, are the rarest of beauties out there. Like any endangered species, a ginger should be protected and promoted. We need more gingers in the world. When a man finally sees a woman he has been interested in naked, and that woman happens to be a ginger, but he was really not sure whether she was a true ginger, and then he sees her wonderful ginger bush matching her ginger hair, he knows he has come upon one of the most precious and treasured finds in the world of sexual exploration. Finding a true ginger, head and bottom, is the sophisticated lover’s equivalent of an Egyptologist finding a previously unknown tomb filled with golden artifacts and invaluable precious stones; it is the South African miner’s equivalent of finding miles worth of buried diamonds; it is the Texas rancher’s equivalent of finding a seemingly inexhaustible store of rich oil beneath his vast and parched land. He falls on his knees and thanks the good Lord for providing him with such a treasure.

I myself have had the pleasures of merely three true gingers in my lifetime. They are indeed quite rare. Each one was a wonderful aesthetic find. I delighted in their gingerness. And yes, it is true, beneath the wonderful red bush, there is burning fire inside a ginger, a burning bush of sexuality that only a vigorous and passionate fucking can extinguish, but only temporarily. Like the burning bush, a ginger’s sexuality cannot be really extinguished. It is a burning bush perhaps as intense as the one Moses saw so long ago…

So here is a toast to that most rare and beautiful species of feminine beauty: the true and natural ginger! I love you all!

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