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Kayden Kross is missing something in her life. Her disconnected boyfriend Erik Everhard has never satisfied her needs. It's only when her promiscuous girlfriends pass on the secret of their pleasure, does Kayden find what she is looking for an exclusive agency of men. Manuel Ferrara, James Deen, and Steve Holmes specialize in the art of sex and bringing women to explosive endings. Katsuni, Penny Brooks and Kagney Linn Karter are the women who use the studs to quench their whorish desires.
Mrs. M (reverently): “I swear, everything Yuri makes tastes like a little bit of heaven. *nibbles on a crab puff* If I spent any more time around her cookin’, I’d be as big as a barn.”
Kumi: “Wait until you see what she comes up with for the wedding reception. It’s going to be orgasmic.”
Mrs. M: “I have no doubt. She is an amazing woman. Lukas couldn’t have done me prouder in his choice of a wife.”
Kumi (bluntly): “If that’s the way you feel, Mrs. M, then why don’t you two get on better, because I know Yuri respects the hell outta you, too?”
Mrs. M (thoughtfully): “Hmm, well, I don’t know if Yuri and I don’t get along so much as we just don’t know how to be comfortable with one another. We both love Lukas and, as much as we know it’s selfish, on some level, we both want him to be exclusively ours…and the other one knows it.”
Kumi: *mulls it over* “Yeah, okay, I get that, but do you feel the same way about Candy marrying Danny?”
Mrs. M: “No. Candy is like my own child. I know her and love her as much as my boys. Also…I suppose I’ve had a long time to get used to the idea of Danny and Candy together. I could see as early as grade school where that relationship was headed.”
Kumi: “Really? It was a complete shock to Luke.”
Mrs. M: *affectionate smile* “Lukas has many strong suits, sugah, but deciphering complex human emotions is not one of them. He’s like his daddy in that way—takes everything at face value until you tell him otherwise, though Yuri has helped him improve in that area as well.”
Kumi: “So, I guess Danny’s more like you, then? He’s better at the touchy feely crap, and that’s doubly true when he’s with Can.”
Mrs. M: “I reckon that’s a fair assessment, yes. I know Danny believes we favor Lukas over him, but that’s never been true. Danny’s more headstrong than Luke, so we had to be harder on him to keep him in line. We’ve always been proud of Daniel. He was a good boy, and now he’s a fine man.”
Kumi: “Yeah, he is a pretty decent dude, when he’s not being an ass…*winces* No offense.”
Mrs. M: *laughs* “None taken. Now if only I could make him take out those beastly piercings and stop bleaching out his beautiful hair...”
Kumi: *snickers* “So, could you really tell Dan and Can were going to get hitched back when they were kids?”
Mrs. M: “I had my suspicions. Danny was always different with her, more protective and attentive. I assume you know what kind of life Candy and her brother, Dylan, had with their mother,*lips twist in disgust* and I suppose it’s un-Christian of me to say so, but I never did like that woman. She’s a selfish, negligent bitch.”
Kumi (grimly): “Agreed. Can doesn’t really talk about that stuff much, though.”
Mrs. M: “No, she never did care to discuss it. I think Danny knows the most, which is one reason he’s so protective of her. In fact, the only time he was ever suspended from school was for fighting to defend Candy.”
Yuri: *walks up, leans against Kumi* “As a modern woman, I should be appalled at the idea of a man resorting to violence to defend his lady’s honor, but, in certain cases, I still think it is exceedingly heroic.”
Fashion Credits
**Any doll enhancements (i.e. freckles, piercings, eye color changes) were done by me unless otherwise stated.**
Yuri
Black Dress: Mattel – Barbie Basics – Collection 001, Model 05
Strapless Beaded Top – Madame Alexander – Coquette’s Closet Fashion
Shoes: Jennifer Sue
Earrings: Fashion Royalty – Foreign Affair Gift Set
Bracelets: Mix of “Greed” & “Envy”, along with turquoise pieces – Knife’s Edge Designs (me)
Doll is a Nu.Fantasy Red Riding Hood Yuri transplanted to a NuFace body.
Kumi
Dress: Dolls Fashion Shop (ebay.com)
Jacket: fakeskin (etsy.com)
Belt: Fashion Royalty – NuFace – Great Pretender Lilith
Shoes: Toy Sity
Toggle Necklace: Knife’s Edge Designs (me)
Doll is a Nu.Fantasy Wild Wolf Kumi transplanted to a NuFace body.
Mrs. M (on furlough from the valmaxi collection)
Dress: Natalia Sheppard (also from the valmaxi collection)
Shoes: Mattel
Necklace and Cocktail Ring: Knife’s Edge Designs (me)
Doll is a Red Zinger Dania, repainted and restyled by Jon Copeland of SeloJ Spa.
Just a 5-Iron shot from the Colorado Line, Work Extra 315 enters what has become known as "Orgasm Curve", around MP 336. I'm told that the nickname "Orgasm Curve" doesn't date back to the D&RGW days, but instead surfaced during the Cumbres & Toltec era. It apparently relates less to the railroad, and more to the activities of teenagers who often parked with their companions on the mesa just above this curve. Anyway, it's a great photo location, rain or shine.
Gianlorenzo Bernini (1598-1680), who was initially influenced by Michelangelo, the Antique, and Caravaggio, eventually came to be the master of baroque effects in which the space between the artwork and the spectator is broken. His sculpture of The “Ecstasy of S:Teresa” on the altarpiece of S.Maria della Vittoria (in Rome) is a stunning example of baroque sensuality, indeed eroticism. Bernini produced an aesthetic of erotic illumination as the medium by which God enters the world (Buci-Glucksmann, 1986: 100-1). Here we have sensual effect and affect, combined into the spiritual service of the Church. In baroque religious art, the orgasm of the body is brought into play against the barren hygienic churches of northern, Protestant Europe. It was a spiritualization of the sensual body in the service of both spiritual development and political control.
(From: Bryan S.Turner, Recent Development in the Theory of the Body, in : M:Featherstone, M. Hepworth and B.S.Turner –eds., The Body. Social Process and Cultural Theory, Sage Publications Inc, 1991)
When I arrive home from a hard day photographing people’s living rooms I plonk myself in front of the computer, put my headphones on and for the next few hours sit ‘uploading’, accompanied by the sounds of GentleWhispering, TheWaterwhispers, TheOneLilium and pigsbum53, amongst others. No, I’m not a subscriber to some live porn website, these girls are not sat in front of their webcams waiting for their subscribers to request they carry out peculiar activities, oh, no, actually they ARE sat in front of their webcams inviting peculiar activity requests - but not the sexual kind. These girls (and boys, but it’s the girls who do it for me) have a gift, the gift of triggering ASMR. No, not Advanced Surface-Movement Radar, but Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response - in layman’s terms braingasms, head-tingles, head-orgasms, spine-tingles, attention induced euphoria.
Do you have it?
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Autonomous_sensory_meridian_response
I have had it since childhood, and back then loved nothing more than going round to a friend’s house and playing role-play games; doctors and nurses, schoolteachers, librarians, Barbie and Ken rub up against each other with no clothes on, George’s marvellous medicine, Barbie and Barbie rub up against each other with no clothes on, Ken and My Little Pony rub up against each other . . .
Whilst listening to and watching my companion concentrating on our games and putting on the airs and graces of whichever characters we were pretending to be I would frequently be besieged by this overwhelmingly euphoric feeling, starting in the back of my skull, sending tingles all down my back, I would be totally transfixed by her banal chattering and careful movements, content just to sit there and be drowned in the sensation.
“Hannah! Lucy! – It’s time for Lucy to go home now, we are about to eat.” would be the words that broke the spell. I would be bundled out of the front door and have to run round the corner, back home, cursing them for eating dinner when I was experiencing the best moment of my life thus far.
I remember aged about seven forcing my male playmate to play doctors and nurses – I kept him shut in my bedroom and made him stroke my arms, legs and tummy with strange objects, accompanied by a doctorly dialogue and strict instructions on how delicately to speak. He didn’t seem to understand the purpose of this and his clumsy, chewed up fingers and the feeling of duress emanating from him put rather a dampener on it for me.
Upon learning that it was a rare phenomenon and one that couldn’t be forced, I would gratefully accept any fleeting moment of ecstasy, however it came. So hungry was I for the feeling that I would even tolerate going to my arch frenemy’s house, just because her mother triggered my tingles. She (the mother) was highly strung, obsessed with etiquette, angst ridden about everything and extremely strict, whilst speaking in a constrained, geisha-like whisper at ALL times. Perfect conditions. Standing in the entrance hall before entry into the house was permitted, we were all given explicit instructions on what rooms we could go in, what we were allowed to play, when our tea would be served, not to pester her beloved obese tortoiseshell cat, (tortoiseshells are nearly always overweight and unfriendly.) not to go within ten metres of the study where FATHER resided and to take our shoes off. I listened, transfixed. The tone of her voice, this nervous-breakdown-teetering whisper of hers hit me right in my ASMR. I would linger, dazed and super-relaxed in the hallway, long after we had officially been granted entry.
Other memorable AMSRvents:
Ready steady cook, when the contestants carefully emptied out their bags of ingredients describing in dreary detail, “I bought chicken because I like chicken and I eat a lot of chicken and I bought potatoes because I like potatoes and I eat a lot of potatoes.” whilst patting each item gently as they talked - bliss – I would sit as close as possible to the TV to hear the crackling packaging.
I remember a dull girl next to me in a maths lesson, during a hiatus when the teacher must have been out taking another dose of valium, drawing me a detailed diagram of her house layout and walking me through it with her pen, describing the layout of each room and drawing in each ornament. That was the best maths lesson I ever had.
Recently I was floorplanning a woman’s house while she spoke all-foreign-like to her child in lovely dulcet tones. I had finished drawing the kitchen 10 minutes earlier but I couldn’t bear to leave the room and lose the sensation in my head, so not only did I draw a plan of their kitchen – I sketched in every knife, fork and spoon, tea towel, tin of soup, and scouring pad to prolong my ecstacy.
Part of what is wonderful about ASMR is that you never know when it will hit you. A dreary day can be transformed by meeting that one special person with contrived mannerisms and voice. They will have no idea of the head orgasm they have just given you, apart from when you breathlessly gasp, ‘Thank you, thank you oh, thank you.’ It is the unpredictability of it all, the knowing it will end at any moment and cannot be relived that makes it even more covetable and can drive you to obsession.
But you can’t do it to yourself and neither, for me, can lovers. This is what proves that it isn’t sexual – my boyfriend and I discovered we had ASMR in common when we met, but can we trigger it in each other? Can we f**k – I would be worried if old ladies were more likely to give me orgasms than my man, but head orgasms – no problem, that’s standard, in fact he came home excitedly the other night to tell me that he had had braingasms for almost an hour with a librarian in the British Library. I was delighted for him.
But lately I don’t meet any of these god-like beings, and that is what led me to search on the Internet. There (once I eventually worked out it was tagged as ASMR) on YouTube they all were. I felt like a starving lion, on it’s last legs, reaching the crest of a hill on the arid Serengeti to look down into a lush valley where a vast waterhole was ringed by hundreds of thousands of juicy wildebeest – There were my tinglebeests! They had been there all this time and I had had no idea. I have since spent the last year catching up with the show and tells, lip smacking, close up whispers and make up sessions, my addled brain soothed by talk of nothing much, and the sounds of menial tasks.
As a non-conversationalist anti-social hermit, being able to listen to feminine chatter without having to respond in any way is a most satisfactory state of affairs, I subscribe to so many ASMRtists but my participation in the whisper community is entirely voyeuristic. I watch and enjoy, but I don’t comment and I don’t make videos either – I am an ASMR parasite, sucking the relaxation out of everyone and contributing nothing, that is why I have decided to try to spread the word about International ASMR day on 9th April, mind you, I have decided to do this only about five days before the actual day so my minute and tardy effort will probably do precisely nothing.
I have made private attempts at videos (ASMR videos that is) and watched them back, wincing, cringing at my not-at-all tingly voice, the way my mouth moves, how peculiar my hairline is, how dry and cracked my hands are. Some ASMRtists go for over an hour – after three minutes of my first show and tell I was getting louder and louder, talking faster and faster and hurling nail polishes and eyeshadows impatiently into a Tupperware box with loud and most un-relaxing clatters. I decided that the whisper community might not need my input.
A recent ASMR ambition of mine was to trigger someone else who has never felt the tingles before. So the very next child that partially knew me I used as a guinea pig, steering the game he was playing, ‘hammering something into a block of wood’ towards the game ‘I’ wanted to play; ‘Getting the stone out of the cow’s hoof’ which involved me using several primary coloured plastic implements from his Tomy toolset to remove an imaginary pebble from his imaginary ‘hoof’. The activity was narrated by me – the exceedingly softly spoken vet – who lightly tickled and de-stoned his feet with great concentration – I knew it was working when he lay back and just stared into space, trance-like, while I worked. As soon as I stopped he told me there was ‘nother tone in my hoof’ ‘and nother’ ‘and nother’ until, now satisfied that I had achieved my life’s goal, I was bored and wanted a glass of wine.
I hope to one day read in this child’s memoirs (the child growing up to be the foremost authority on the science of ASMR and getting stones out of cow’s hooves with plastic toys.) of the experience that set him on the way to the ‘Nobel Prize for Whispering’.
“This peculiar woman ruined my game and then insisted on tickling my feet with plastic tools. I was frozen with fear. She then announced that I bored her and abruptly walked off to get a bottle of wine. She never came back. I cried for a month and have had abandonment issues and drink problems ever since.
Perhaps in subsequent years with a bit more recognition International ASMR day could involve enormous conferences where the world’s leading ASMRtists attempt to create simultaneous mass braingasms to packed auditoriums. There will be ASMR pleasure-hunts where the aim is to experience tingles as many times as possible in one day, with visits to libraries, beauticians, opticians, schools, old people’s homes etc etc. For the entirety of International ASMR day everyone has to be softly spoken – even policemen, football coaches and scaffolders. Celebrities will naturally jump on the band wagon and each will produce an ASMR video.
Celebrity videos I would like to see:
Mary Berry does a weapons arsenal show & tell and delicately disassembles a Glock.
Sister Wendy does a mammogram role-play.
Brian Sewell chews Jelly beans whilst brushing your hair.
Nigel Slater unboxes and unwraps tampons and gently stirs them into a lamb stew.
Nancy Dell’olio performs an autopsy role-play.
Monica Bellucci wraps a severed finger in tissue paper.
Charlotte Gainsbourg gives you a binaural rectal exam, in French.
ASMRtists will become A-list celebrities, putting their voices on Sat Navs and special ‘whisper adverts’ where you will be asked to put headphones on to fully appreciate the effect.
ASMR clinics will open on high streets where you can go in, choose your role-play scenario and, in addition to aural and visual triggers, you get to experience tactile ones. I have found that a feather-light stroke of the inner forearm can increase a braingasm - many a wet-break at primary school was spent tickling each other’s forearms, “Close your eyes and when I get to the crook of your elbow with this paintbrush you have to call out, and then it’s my turn.”
I never called out.
04/12/2010 Circuit de Bordeaux Mérignac
I had a ... circuit ride in this wonderful Porsche 911 GT3 Mk2!
It's this one: www.caraficionado.fr/27-Porsche-911.html
This is my dreamcar!
There's no "i" in "team" or "orgasm" or "sex" or "sports" or "beer" or "porn"
The letter is kind of a buzzkill
F**k the letter i.
19th and Ranstead
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Perché io possa arrivare al culmine e lasciarmi andare, bisogna che la meccanica sia assistita dal fantasticare più profondo, da un inebriante cinema mentale che non sopporta il cicaleccio amoroso.
Truman Capote
All Saints, Margaret Street, London W1, 1849-59.
By William Butterfield (1814-1900).
Grade l listed.
Looking East.
To describe a church as an orgasm is bound to offend someone; yet this building can only be understood in terms of compelling, overwhelming passion. Here is the force of Wuthering Heights translated into dusky red and black bricks and put down in a mundane Marylebone street to rivet you, pluck you into the courtyard with its harsh welcoming wings and quivering steeple. Ian Nairn - Nairn's London p77.
Happy Birthday Frank Zappa ! aujourd'hui, c'est aussi le premier jour de l'Hiver et la Journée Mondiale de l'Orgasme !
Fujinon EBC 55mm ƒ/1.8
70's | 6 Blades | m42 | @ f/1.8
Paris | 2017
Just love the Old Ebc fujinon's 3D bokeh
Wild mountain huckleberries over Sibby's Vanilla Organic Ice Cream... an orgasmic concoction. The unique tart sweetness of the huckleberries and the sinful pleasure of Sibby's vanilla stirred together into a decadent explosion of gustatory bliss.
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Inside the Viroqua Public Market
LOCATION: Viroqua, Wisconsin ...gateway to America's unglaciated, Driftless Region ...a small portion of Earth that has miraculously watched virtually unperturbed as each ice age came and went. Viroqua, forever unglaciated it seems.
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The whole"no sinner" part is kind of questionable, considering that Grendel is responsible for the nightmares of every human and/or demon ["I'm doing my fucking job, you dumb human!"] but I like my little oddball :3
I just can't decide if she's cuter with the lace-y blindfold or without ORZ
The one-time Harvard neuroscience research assistant, 37, enthuses: 'I now had a great story if anyone ever asked me to name the strangest place I'd had an orgasm.
And I had helped science while doing it. Triumph for all parties concerned!'
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.....item 1).... Mail Online ... www.dailymail.co.uk ... 'Sex is between your ears': How one woman was inspired to write a book after having an orgasm in an MRI scanner
By VICTORIA WELLMAN
Last updated at 7:17 PM on 11th January 2012
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A woman who reached orgasm in an MRI machine as part of a scientific study has gone on to write a book inspired by her experience.
Kayt Sukel, who masturbated and had two consecutive orgasms in the medical scanner as part of a Rutgers University-led experiment, was inspired to publish Dirty Minds: How Our Brains Influence Love, Sex, and Relationships.
The book describes, among other things, how sexual satisfaction affects chemical activity in the brain.
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Inspired: Kayt Sukel, who took part in an experiment that saw her climax in an MRI machine has now written a book on how sex relates to the brain
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The one-time Harvard neuroscience research assistant, 37, enthuses: 'I now had a great story if anyone ever asked me to name the strangest place I'd had an orgasm. And I had helped science while doing it. Triumph for all parties concerned!'
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I lost my virginity twice: Woman, 27, reveals she has TWO VAGINAS
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When asked how she managed to climax twice in the sterile, cold tunnel, she said the key was to keep as still as possible throughout the process.
She told ABC News: 'This is a question I get asked a lot, and honestly the answer is to remain very, very still. 'As it turns out, if you move around too much having an orgasm, the FMRI can't pick up the activation
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Stimulating research: Ms Sukel pictured before entering the MRI scanner, in which she would reach orgasm twice
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'So practice makes perfect, after a week or two of trying to stay as still as possible, which, as I know, Cosmo highly recommends against doing, you too can have an orgasm in an FMRI scanner.'
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Masked: The author had to remain absolutely still during both orgasms so that her brain activity was recognised
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Explaining how sexual satisfaction relates to brain activity, she explained: 'Sex is between your ears. Our brain is really an important part of orgasm.'
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Ms Sukel's book, titled Dirty Minds, is on sale now
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Ms Sukel's book also examines what happens in the brain that makes people fall in love, whether sex addition is a valid affliction and why 'good girls like bad boys.'
Referring to the scientific theory known as Epigenetics, she looks at the neurochemicals that mediate love and how they affect not just our emotional sensibilities but how our focus and attention can alter too.
And not discounting pregnancy and childbirth as part of her research she considered the way she felt when her own baby was born.
She recalled: 'My baby was pretty sexy - much more than I'd been prepared for. Not in a sweaty, naked-hot-guy kind of way, but in an irresistible, compelling way that altered my body, my mind, and my life from top to bottom.'
This was thanks to the brain's release of the love hormone, oxytocin during the lactation period; a hormone that is also produced during orgasm.
Ms Sukel mused: 'I had to take care of a helpless thing, and thank goodness the biology helped give me the mental and emotional toolkit to cope with that.'
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The Women Student Union of FSU put on Eve Ensler's world-renowned play 'The Vagina Monologues.' / Photo courtesy of Rachel Johnson
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“If your vagina could talk, what would it say?” This question, along with several other inquiries about private parts were answered at the two performances of Eve Ensler’s The Vagina Monologues at Florida State's Moore Auditorium last Friday and Saturday.
Men and women alike joined in on the entertainment presented by student director Rachel Johnson and the Women Student Union of FSU. The play was performed in honor of V-Day, an international movement that advocates against violence toward women. All proceeds and donations went to the Oasis Center for Women and Girls.
The Vagina Monologues is an intelligent, poignant and shocking look into the nether regions of real women from around the country. The play unfolds as a compilation of different monologues that are based on real interviews from 200 women of all ages, classes and nationalities. Decked out in little black dresses, 30 FSU girls gave it their all to create a stellar show.
Touching on sex, love, rape, birth, menstruation and female genital mutilation, the performances evoked both wild laughter and harrowing sadness, and all feelings in-between. Audience members found themselves cackling hysterically one moment and sobbing the next, as the emotions, problems and real life struggles were elucidated through the girls’ outstanding performances.
The show featured Britney Phillips’ performance of “The Little Coochie Snorcher That Could,” a coming-of-age story about a 16-year-old girl and her sexual experience with her 24-year-old female neighbor. Derrika Hunt stood out with “What If I Told You I Did Not Have a Vagina,” a bold and tear-evoking performance about female genital mutilation. The play ended with “One Billion Rising,” a wordless yet powerful short film that portrays violence against women all over the world, and how these women are rising above their pain.
Without any prior knowledge of the play, one would think a show solely about vaginas would be ridiculous and absurd. But The Vagina Monologues is a charming and moving show filled with wit and powerful messages. The play's taboo topics are tastefully done—even when girls are blatantly masturbating, moaning profusely or getting the audience to chant the “C” word. Every uncomfortable topic brings light to important issues that people are too frightened to discuss.
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Difficulties in female orgasm, masturbating and pornography are discussed by The Medical Center for Female Sexuality’s Sexuality Counselor, Shannon Bertha on MensNetTV with host Mel Feit. For more information on the medical techniques for treatment of female sexual dysfunction, including painful intercourse and low sex drive to enable women achieve sexual health and satisfying female sexuality visit: www.centerforfemalesexuality.com
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Encomenda antiga, que chegou de NY só agora. Amei!
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Orgasms never tasted so good. Not until you’ve tried the hickory burger. Call me after you’ve washed it all down with a breakfast stout! Madrone’s