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This is my sex special. the things on this page are naughty....and uncensored. However, oictures of nude woman, or men, in induvidual photos have not been added to this site as this is not a pornographic page. The written articles are true, and have been published on a international link. So any thing you see on here is not made from myself, or any one else you know. NOTE: this page is a once in a lifetime special, and will not be previewed on this page again after updating. thank you. and enjoy!
TOP: The inside of a prostitutes office. (for thoughs of you who dont know.) BOTTOM: a sexy cartoon, of a mans penis shooting up!...(look closley and his other hand is...on the other girl.)
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THE SEXY ADVENTURE. CONTENTS: 1* a sticky situation 2* Marilyn Mansons first sexual experience. 3* Your guide to sex this week: Horoscopes.
Sexy articles and storys for this week. Pluss, this weeks horoscopes on sex.
A STICKY SITUATION:
From Sabbath's Theater by Philip Roth
While Sabbath ran a bath in the girlishly pink-and-white bathroom just off Deborah's room, he interested himself in the contents, all jumbled together, of the two drawers beneath the sink — the lotions, the ointments, the pills, the powders, the Body Shop jars, the contact lens cleaner, the tampons, the nail polish, the polish remover. Working through the clutter to the bottom of each drawer, he found not a single photograph — let alone a stash of the kind Drenka had unearthed from among Silvija's things during the next-to-last summer of her life. The one item at all beguiling, aside from the tampons, was a tube of vaginal lubricating cream twisted back on itself and nearly empty. He removed the cap to squeeze a speck of the amber grease into the palm of his hand and rubbed it between his thumb and his middle finger, remembering things as he smeared the stuff over his fingertips, all sorts of things about Drenka. He screwed the cap back on and set the tube out for experimentation later . . .
Before getting into the bath, he trundled in the nude back to her bedroom and took from the desk the largest picture of her he could find, a photograph in which Deborah was nestled up against the muscular shoulder of a burly redhead about her age. He was beside her in virtually every photograph. The deadly boyfriend.
All Sabbath did for the moment was lie in the wonderful warm bath in the pink-and-white-tiled bathroom and scrutinize the picture, as though in his gaze lay the power to transport Deborah home to her tub. Reaching out with one arm, Sabbath was able to raise the lid to expose the seat of Deborah's pink toilet. He rubbed his hand round and round the satiny seat and was just beginning to harden when there was a light rap on the bathroom door. "You all right in there?" Norman asked and pushed the door open a ways to be sure Sabbath wasn't drowning himself.
"Fine," said Sabbath. It had taken no time to retract his hand from the toilet seat, but the photograph was in the other hand and the twisted tube of vaginal cream was up on the counter. He held out the picture so that Norman could see which one it was. "Deborah," Sabbath said.
"Yes. That is Deborah."
"Sweet," said Sabbath.
"Why do you have the photograph in the bathtub?"
"To look at it." . . .
"It would be a shame," Norman finally said, "If it got wet."
MARILYN MANSONS FIRST SEXUAL EXPERIENCE:
Toward the end of tenth grade, John [Crowell] came up with a foolproof plan to get me laid: Tina Potts . . . One of the poorer girls in school, she had a slouched, sunken posture that advertised her insecurity and internal misery, as if she had been abused as a child. All she had going for her were big tits, tight jeans that showed off her bovine ass and, according to John, she fucked — which was good enough for me. So I began talking to Tina . . .
After a few weeks, I worked up the nerve to ask her to meet me in the park . . .
We sat down on the side of a hill. Instantly, we began making out, and within minutes I had my hand down her pants. The first thing that went through my mind was how hairy she was. Maybe she didn't have a mother to teach her about shaving her bikini line. The next thing that went through my mind as I was fingering her and squeezing her tits was that I was on the verge of coming in my pants because I was so close to getting laid. To keep from losing it, I suggested that we take a walk.
We ambled downhill to a baseball diamond and, underneath a tree just behind home plate, I maneuvered her to the ground, not even realizing the significance of where we were. I wrestled with her tight pants, eventually peeling them off her ass, then pulled my pants down to my knees and tore open the faded package of grandfather's crusty rubber as if it were a Cracker Jack prize. Placing myself between her yawning legs, I began to slide inside her. Just the thrill of penetration was enough to make me orgasm, and before I was even in all the way, it was over. It was literally pump and dump. (Canton, Ohio, mid-1980s)
YOUR GUIDE TO SEX THIS WEEK: HOROSCOPES FROM THE 6TH OF AUGUST.
aries (Mar. 21st-Apr. 20th)
We're all for taking chances when it comes to love. But that's because we're too optimistic, naive and nearsighted to imagine all the heartbreaking disappointments that risk-taking can lead to. So this week, we went out and got prescription glasses, and here's what we see in your future: you, walking on the tightrope of love between the Empire State and the Chrysler, with no net, in a wind storm, at night. Take a few steps back to the stable platform and don't proceed until you've got better insurance.
taurus (Apr. 21st-May 20th)
The stars tell us that you should expect "changes regarding your love life" and that you shouldn't hesitate to "go with the flow." If you do, apparently, "the end result could be quite amusing." Amusing for whom, we're not sure. But if people start laughing near you this week, well, you'll know why — your love life is just so damn funny. Bwah ha ha!
gemini (May 21st-June 21st)
So, you want to be in a relationship? Well, that's all well and good, so long as you're in it for the right reasons. Defenses like "They've got a washing machine," "They give great head," "They don't totally annoy me," and "They're not very smart, so it's easy to deceive them" ain't gonna fly in the court of commitment — Judge Judy would have your ass for breakfast.
cancer (June 22nd-July 22nd)
You're so fucking hot. And vice versa. So break out the body glitter, crank the tunes, shake your booty and enjoy it all (and we mean everything) this week.
leo (July 23rd-Aug. 22nd)
This week, push won't come to shove; push will come to your sorry ass alone and depressed in an empty apartment with no one to screw. Keep your hands to yourself for a while.
virgo (Aug. 23rd-Sept. 22nd)
What is it about the V.I.P. room? Okay, so maybe it's the free champagne, the half-dressed hotties and the heavy dose of exclusivity (the ultimate aphrodisiac). Plus — oooh look, there's P. Diddy! This week, you'll have no problem talking your way into the V.I.P. booty room — but are you sure you're ready to follow through? Don't waste your time (and your tightly rolled fifty-dollar bills) sweet-talking your way into something (or someone) if you'd rather be home playing board games. (Don't deny it, we know how hot Scrabble gets you.)
libra (Sept. 23rd-Oct. 23rd)
You did the right thing.
scorpio (Oct. 24th-Nov. 22nd)
If there were a Zagat's of love (and lust), you'd be working your way from A to Z to find the best cheeseburger (or perhaps you're a, um, "vegetarian"?) around. But it's been our experience that the most satisfying dining experiences often occur when you least expect them, when you're not trying to score a seat in the best joint in town. Stop looking so hard and let love come to you. (Of course, sometimes if you head out without a plan, you end up at Burger King. But hey, a meal's a meal, right?)
sagittarius (Nov. 23rd-Dec. 21st)
There's a fine line between love and obsession, between adoration and stalking, between sensitivity and paranoia. Make sure you don't cross those lines this week, lest you end up with a warrant for your arrest, a first class ticket to Schizotown or — and we hope it doesn't come to this — no date on a Saturday night.
capricorn (Dec. 22nd-Jan. 20th)
May we suggest you channel your need to take control into sexual (rather than emotional) endeavors? Every time you feel the need to give your partner career advice, break out the handcuffs instead — and if you're tempted to tell your sweetie how to handle their mother, grab the riding crop instead. (With their permission, of course. "Em and Lo said we should" is one way to broach the subject.)
aquarius (Jan. 21st-Feb. 18th)
If you wouldn't buy a car from a fast-talking salesman, why would you buy a line from a fast-talking pick-up artist? Be a smart sex consumer and shop around for the best deal out there.
pisces (Feb. 19th-Mar. 20th)
The latest Hollywood trend is checking oneself into rehab — Ben Affleck did it (booze), Mariah Carey did it (uh, "exhaustion," yeah, that's the ticket) and Robert Downey, Jr. just can't get enough of doing it. (If only we were all rich and powerful enough to check ourselves into a fancy spa every time we got tired.) Lately, it's love you've been addicted to (with all apologies for putting that Robert Palmer song into your head) and we think you should check yourself into relationship rehab for a week. Your need to be in a relationship and your desire to fall in love may trick you into believing you've found the one. And don't try to tell us you could stop anytime . . .
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