My Best Blow Job has been from girls that were on the over weight side, and let me explain…
The myth is that big girls tend to love food, and savor it more; so when they get a dick in there mouth they really know
how to work it! the feeling is warm, soft, delicate, passionate, sloppy and wet! and if you get the right one they will lick your balls, your taint, and your ass.
For all of you guy that sit there and go ewwwww. fat girl… send them to me! I Love it!
Now I’m not saying that skinny girls don’t know how to suck cock… but the best ones are the ones that were fat and lost the weight!
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This is for over 18’s only or whatever your country says or doesn’t. It’s very NSFW, unless you work in the porn industry or somewhere that’s very liberal they don’t vilify sex and actually appreciate it, like the Loft965.com office. This is a scene from his new movie called Before I Self Destruct. At any rate, enjoy!
This is your Captain speaking……………….welcome aboard fuckers.
Isn’t it convenient how women like to brag about how they don’t need a man, especially when it comes to the raising of a child (although they sure do need the man’s money). We often hear about a woman’s right to choose. A woman can get an abortion without consulting the father, even if she is married to the father. Parental fraud is perfectly in this country and if a woman sabotages the condoms or “forgets” to take her pill or switch her patch, or just plain lies……….it’s all perfectly legal and considered to be a woman’s “right”. Now I am not anti-abortion, I am very pro-abortion! Hell, I say find a random pregnant chick and talk her into one!
So since Miss Independent can choose to get pregnant and keep or (not keep the baby) against a man’s wishes, then the man should have the option to an abortion of his own. He should be able to “abort” all rights and obligations to the child and the bitch that is trying to get her paws into his wallet.
Some would say that this unfairly shifts responsibility to the woman, but yet women have no problem with this responsibility during a divorce and she can use the children to hurt the man both emotionally and financially. Women fight for custody so that she can hold control of the children over the man. So I say give her this responsibility right off the start……..at conception. After all, they choose who gets them pregnant, the reason you hear about so many deadbeat dads is because women keep spreading their legs for deadbeats.
If the woman knew that she couldn’t trap a man or his wallet then I bet there would be less “forgetting” to take the birth control pills. I also would bet that there would be a lot less allergies to latex and suddenly women would magically make use of the 11 forms of birth control that’s available to them.
Take the financial incentive out of these bitches cranking out kids, it’d probably even help the crime rate since most of the gang-bangers and car-jackers are products of single mothers. Its a win-win situation.
At the very least, there should not be a limitation on the time allowed to take a paternity test, in many states a husband is responsible for whatever flies out of his wife’s hole. A man could come home to find her riding the pool boy and then she poops out the kid from the pool boy and divorce the husband. Then to top it off she can divorce the hubby, move in with the pool boy and the now ex-husband would have to pay her child support for 18 years for a kid that isn’t his and the courts don’t give a damn. Hell, if they were married long enough, he’d also have to pay the bitch alimony too. How’s that for justice?
Give the men the same choice that the women have, after ladies…….don’t you want to be equal?
You’re now free to play pocket pool about the cabin.
Your final Miss November is Playboy’s November 1991 Playmate of the Month, the lovely and talented Tonja Christensen. She is last because, next to Monica Tidwell and Bebe Buell, I think she is the prettiest of the girls of November. Someday I will examine my feminine beauty ideals, but not today because I’m busy. Anyway, I am afraid that, though I saved her for last because I thought she was beautiful, it is a mixed blessing; she bears the brunt of my boredom and busy-ness, because I’ve not got time nor inclination to say much about her. Going to let the interview with her do most of the talking.
Photographs by Stephen Wayda Blonde, blue-eyed and gutsy Tonja Marie Christensen, who just turned 20, has come a long way in the past two years — 5800 miles, to be exact, the distance from West Valley City, Utah, a sleepy suburb of Salt Lake City, to cosmopolitan Barcelona, Spain’s second largest city. There, while the Catalan capital gears up for the 1992 Olympics, she’s diligently pursuing a dual career in modeling and acting. (“A Blonde in Barcelona,*” Playboy, November 1991)
Dang, I forgot there even was a Summer Olympics in Barcelona. There are new ones coming up, you know. Everyone hurry and get jingoistic about sports! Also, buy Doritos!!
*Gracious, that is just a damned ridiculous title. Barcelona is from where many a blonde Spaniard hails. Everyone knows that there are tons of hot (and not) fair people in Spain. With over 3 million people living in the city at the time of Tonja’s residency, I sincerely doubt she stood out because of her hair color in any way, shape, or form. You may just as well have said, “A two-legged person,” or even “A person from another country who lives” … “in Barcelona.” Jesus. What a stupid, Americanized view of what Spanish people look like to advance. Shame on you, Playboy: I expect you to be more international and dashing and man-of-foreign-knowledgey than that.
Our Miss November was one of nine children, an example she doesn’t plan to follow. “I believe families should be three or four children at most,” she says.
An intriguing viewpoint for a girl from Utah. Goodness knows, I know the playmates do not like it when assumptions are made about their religion (see last entry for a brave girl who was not embarassed to be of an identifiable faith and culture) … but … come on. Hint, hint, ya know?
Two things weird me out totally about the above shot.
Her arm hair has, like, its own set of dewy crystalline eye lights shining in it.
Her pubic hair has been either dyed or cell-painted to match her fake (though lovely!) head-hair color. In the previous shots it is dark.
See, I have a couple rules of thumb for gentlemen who want to imagine ladies sans clothing — I know you are few and far between because that is like, so gross, what with our widely-documented girl cooties and all, but bear with me for the sake of those perverse and unhappy freaks among you who actually picture women naked — and I am happy to share them. First, a lady’s pubic hair is nearly always the same shade as the coarse hair of her brows. So lay the drapes aside altogether, discard their color completely, and, unless you are pretty sure the gal you are gawking at has bleached or somehow cosmetically altered them, her eyebrows are your best bet as to the color of the carpet.
Similarly, the color of her lips without the aid of gloss, lipstick, rouge, permanent surgical lining assistance, or any other type of makeup is your leading predictor of the color of her nipples. Finally, a few shades darker but in the same family of hues as the lips and “nips” follow the labia (those can get rosier/darker brown depending on her arousal level and whether she is Northern European or has stronger Sapphardic Jew DNA — Caucus mountains and Eastern/Southern Europe are less pink and more browny-purple, and obviously your ladies from Africa and its subcontinent follow suit in deeper shades as well). Take those tips to the bank, y’all. You’re welcome!
Wow, I did not even realize there was a time when LaToya Jackson did not look like a total freak made of 90% post-consumer recyclable parts. She looks comparably human here. You’d think one of her psychic friends would have warned her of the Madamism syndrome of too much plastic surgery! Better luck in your next life, LaToya.
After making all the previous pictures available by ‘accident’ Simon started his own public community and started taking requests from anyone who joined. These are the pictures he posted there.
This is your Captain speaking……..welcome aboard fuckers!
Back in my day…………………ok don’t panic this isn’t going to be a rose colored glasses trip down memory lane, but it will be a comparison to demonstrate how our standards on the whole as men has gone straight down the shitter.
Back in the 80’s and 90’s if I said “Porn Star”, it actually meant something.
You would have gotten a clear picture of what a porn star looked like. Regardless of the race if a chick was a porn star, there were certain qualities that you could count on, the main one was of course was a kick ass body. Nice face, perfect ass, great tits (whether natural or aftermarket bolt-ons), and no muffin tops!
Now don’t get me wrong, I fucking love the internet, it provides a forum for everyone, whether through a blog such as this or through a site like YouTube or even the adult version of “tube” sites. Now, anyone can porn star.
There has been an explosion of homemade porn stars, many with less than desirable bodies. Now I understand the appeal of seeing a “regular” chick, one like the attractive, but not necessarily smoking chick that lives a couple doors down. However the latest wave of BBW and over-sized ass porn is proof of how American men have lowered their standards as to what “hot” is.
Its one thing for a flick with a girl next door type, but not if the girl next door has mounds of cellulite all over her ass and thighs, that’s just being desperate, remember porn is suppose to be about fantasy. Fat chicks are a dime a dozen, lazy bitches are everywhere!
What’s worse is that I see guys fawn all over out of shape, overweight chicks all the time. We have collectively lowered the bar and with women being the laziest creatures on the fucking planet, they will only do the bare minimum to get by.
The other sad part is a lot of these overweight porn queens would actually be pretty hot if they could just get the fucking fork out of their mouth and find a treadmill. But then again, we see this in everyday life, a muffin top who has potential, but because she’s already getting attention from a bunch of thirsty, desperate guys, she does nothing to improve or take it to the next level.
Gentlemen……..fuckers………….we need to cut this bullshit out. We need to raise our standards and our level of game. Yes we all have our slump-busters that we aren’t proud of; I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about all this fat bitch worship. If you have ever put the words “beautiful” and “BBW” in the same sentence, then please do us all a favor and fucking kill yourself.
This one case where I have to agree with the Expats, foreign women get it, they know that the game is never over, it’s a lesson that’s been long forgotten by the jizz-traps over here in the States.
My name is PerformerX, an unusual kind of performer – because I can speak a perfect English, perfect French and some Spanish, my own language and body language I am 23 years old (even though you will all know I’m 20 if you ever meet me online), I have long brown to blond natural hair, brown eyes, I sometimes wear glasses, but when online contact lenses. I am slim and my special members tell me I have a great smile, beautiful eyes and besides that killer ass, legs, tits and pussy.
I had to have this blog, because I bet no other performer has made such a thing and I believe it is necessary for people to really know what girls think of this “job” (if I can call it that)…
I know that there are many men all over the world that visit video chat websites. Some of these guys are there just for the fun of it, others are there to find a wife, others to make friends. But I guess nobody really plans on falling in love. Most are lonely people, who need affection and search for it online.
I was thinking about having this blog to… put it all out! Tell the world about my experience being on different video chat websites and make some of those guys that make accounts on video chat websites realize what’s on our minds. No performer will ever be able to tell it to your face, because you’d probably run away and search for another girls – who knows more about pretty lies.
I am having this blog to be able to be honest to the world, for none of my friends or family or members know all about me. Every single one knows pieces of me, but not the entire “me”. And I need to do this for myself. At least know that somehow I don’t keep all these things to myself and the world knows. I don’t wanna die like a stranger to the world, no!
Yes, It’s unfair, but we need to lie to you. And you want us to tell you lies and make promises… Admit it
This will be more like a book, so stay posted… I have sooo many things to share…
PerformerX
P.S.: I am not sure you’ll ever get to see me for real, but on the beggining of my post, there’s a photo of my eye You’ll get some more that are not explicit.
I am 23 years old (even though you will all know I’m 20 if you ever meet me online), I have long brown to blond natural hair, brown eyes, I sometimes wear glasses, but when online contact lenses. I am slim and my special members tell me I have a great smile, beautiful eyes and besides that killer ass, legs, tits and pussy.