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 At some point, Switch will get back on the ball with his writing. *coughSWITCHcough*
Meanwhile, we have some lovely new curvy girls to peruse. No new Betties yet, but we're workin on it!
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Posted by betty on Saturday, May 12 @ 08:24:03 CDT (227 reads)(comments? | Score: 0) |
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| Badass Betty on my mind...Erotica |
 Dear Betty, I cannot stop my mind from constantly circling back to you and your curvy Badass glory.
… I was thinking, I wonder how excited we'd get working on a car together, maybe a 1949 Cadillac. your hands covered in filthy leather gloves, I'm under the gearbox with a t-shirt and canvas workpants on. My eye keeps catching glimpses of your calf as your booted feet circle the engine compartment, the thought of your strong legs making it difficult to concentrate on the filter I am changing...Every now and then you'd step over me to get a bit more access to your project, and every time you brushed me, my mind would draw like metal filings to a magnet to the electricity in that merest touch.
One brush too many, and I'd have to shoot a hand out to grab your ankle, holding you in place above my evident erection, bulging in my trousers, pointing at you like a divining rod. I'd slip a hand up your taut calf and feel the tension there, the longing you must have for me that matches the need I have for you. I want you to squat there, right there, and feel how hard I am for you. Run your hand over the hard bulge my thick cock is making... feel it shiver beneath your touch... feel how hot it is, all for you....
I would reach out, covering your hand with mine, urging you to stroke me, reveling in your touch. I'd grin with pleasure as you unzipped my fly and gripped me, feeling me fill your hand, leather glove and all..
Car forgotten, I am raptly attentive. I feel more than see you strip the glove from your hand... then your soft skin begins to pump me up and down, thumb swirling over the tip, your thighs beginning to shake just a little with excitement. I fucking well want you, Betty.. I want to feel your sweet little clit beneath my tongue. I want to feel your muscles beneath your hot skin as you writhe in happy agony, orgasm bearing down like a truck.
I roll the creeper from beneath the Cadillac, and stand up before you. I reach back, slam the bonnet, and turn to you, eyes wild with desire. I wrap my hands around your waist and lift you up onto the front of the car. I tear at your short pants, wrenching them down your smooth legs, panties and all. I take a small moment to appreciate the view, marveling in the perfection I see...
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| A close call, or Hide the kit better next time. |
I went to get some Subway this afternoon, and got pulled over by the cops. This pisses me off, but not as bad as it embarrassed the shit out of me. You see, a couple of weeks ago, I met someone I care deeply about for a weekend of awesome sex and romantic brutality. For this weekend, I wanted to do something special. I went and assembled ‘the kit’. Then, like a moron, when it was all over I left the kit in my car. For some stupid reason (okay, I was cleaning my trunk) last week I moved the kit from the trunk to the back seat, and left it there until THIS happened.
What's in the kit, you ask? I'll tell you:
50 ft of soft cotton rope.
A sap, for leaving good bruises
A twelve foot bullwhip.
Handcuffs.
Soft neoprene cuffs.
Blindfold.
Rubberized alligator clips.
Duct tape.
Lube.
All shoved in an innocuous tool satchel sitting on my back seat. When the cop looked in my car, that was the first thing he noticed. I'm all inky, and therefore a shady character, plus my car is FILTHY. He went through my bag item by item. He brought his partner over. They thought it was a rape-and-kidnap kit. They pulled me out of the car, had me sit on the curb, and were about to cuff me. I had to explain to them what the kit was for, and open my trunk to show them that there wasn't anyone in there, nor were there tarps, shovels, blankets, or towels. I NEARLY WENT TO JAIL. They gave me a ticket and laughed their way on down the road.
I'm mortified. I’ve been mistaken for a lot of things, but nobody’s ever told me to my face that I look like a kidnapping rapist. I drove home and was a little shaky… What do you tell your friends when they come to bail you out?
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| The 'Nappy-headed ho' story |
I was watching the 'TODAY' show this morning. The Reverend Jesse Jackson was asked a direct question, something to the effect of, 'if Blacks in America refer to each other as 'nappy-headed hos', aren't we overreacting a little bit by raising such a stink when Imus says it?'
Jackson proceeeded to explain that what people fail to appreciate is that there are 15,000 black atheletes in college sports today, and 900,000 blacks in prison. (I can't remember the exact numbers, so I'm approximating.)There was alot of serious head-nodding from Lauer and Viera, and the entire crew moved on to calling for Imus' head on a platter. I spent the next five minutes trying to figure out his point. His point seemed to be that its a struggle to be black, and anyone who attempts to belittle the black community with a slur like 'nappy-headed ho' should be censored.
I could not believe what I was hearing.
I do not work in an environment that has been homogenized by force. There is no corporate entity making sure we all play nice with one another. But that doesn't seem to matter. Tattoos around here largely follow racial lines, and many discussions happen in my chair about Aztlan (the mexican absorption of the Southwest United States), and to a black man, the tribal he has engraved into his arm is invariably a source of great racial pride in him. I do alot of 'Irish Pride' stuff around St Paddys day. In fact, throughout my work week, there is alot of talk about pride in color, pride in race, and most of it is said in a half joking, half serious manner. Everyone is allowed to be proud of who they are, and flaunt it on their skin openly. I was also raised in the service industry, where no matter what color you were, your money was green, and truth be told, we liked the black and hispanic customers more than whites. White people wrote you a check that sometimes bounced, while blacks and mexicans invariably had coffee cans full of cash on hand for just such an occasion. Plumbers and tattoo artists both like cash.
Thats why I don't understand why the clarion call for Imus' head. Yeah, it was a stupid thing to say, but why is there such a double standard in the entertainment industry? Why is it such a dirty, stupid thing to be a white male that speaks his mind in America these days? Imus heard the term 'nappy-headed hos' from SOMEWHERE, and it damn sure didn't originate at HIS dinner table. In an attempt to fit in, Imus made a dire mistake. He uttered a filthy racial slur. The same sentence coming out of a black guys mouth wouldn't even be noticed. I'm not saying 'cut him some slack'.. Don Imus is an asshole. However, I'm very tired of watching people dance around the race issue, and I'm tired of collective guilt. This pervading feeling of shame feels like a huge joke that we perpetrate upon ourselves. Almost like...'when white people have collectively suffered enough, there can finally be peace among the races'. I dunno. It sounds like bullshit to me. I'd like to treat people based upon their own merits. There are plenty of reasons to dislike someone that have nothing to do with skin color.
One thing I do know...I do NOT want to pass the white mans feeling of nebulous guilt on to my kids... not when everyone else at school here in Southern California is being taught that their heritage is a vital and important thing. I'm not raising Nazi kids, but I'm not raising sheep, either.
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| Movies, and what I'd change. |
Have you ever been to a big Hollywood historical epic and thought to yourself.... ' I bet this isn't what REALLY happened?' It bugs me sometimes. If it were me, I most certainly accurize some films historically. Lets start with the classics.
First things first: more buttfuckery in 'Lawrence Of Arabia.' That dude stuck his british dick in every little boy that traipsed across the desert with him. If you're gonna do a bio pic, get that part of it right.
Plus, for anyone dragged to go see Marie Antoinette...
I would like to turn back the clock, wake up in 1985, drive to Merced or wherever, and pound a box of tenpenny nails into Sophia Coppolas braincase. Godfather three was a wreck, but her performance shoved it into the 'downright embarrassing' column. She has those lifeless doll eyes, that grating voice, and utter lack of anything interesting to say that is so attractive in a starlet. I wouldn't fuck Sophia Coppola with a stolen dick.
Then, she has the balls to put out 'Lost in Translation'... A movie that was so jacked up from day one... she admitted WHILE RECIEVING HER OSCAR that she only had twelve pages of script before she flew to Tokyo to make that sack of turds. How....?
How do you get money to fly to Tokyo and shoot a full movie with only twelve half-assed script pages in your hand? Probably printed on my little pony stationary????
Then, Marie Antoinette. I swear, by the fiftieth runner that dashed up to Jason Schwartzenmannenberger, saying 'MY LORD!! YOUR DADDY/MOMMY/ HUNTING BUDDY/KITTY KAT/ BASTILLE/ COUNTRY HAS FALLEN AND CAN'T GET UP!!!!' I was fucking done. And how can you have a Marie Antoinette movie without the goddamn BEHEADINGS??? It sucked donkey balls.
Her camera work is first year film school worthy, her directorial 'style' makes me aggressively NOT CARE about any of the characters.
So If I were to remake these two oscar winning movies, there would be
A: More buttfucking and
B: More beheadings.
Thank you.
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Bettie Page Look-a-likes or resemble her in someway. But as you may have noticed, not all of us do, and that is not by coincidence.
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