The Neighborhood Slut

Be honest, girls, you’ve always wanted to be her, haven’t you?

I just sucked your boyfriend's cock
Well, he said you never did it
Every time that he got fresh
You'd just start to fidget
And then make weak excuses
It was time that you went home
And leave the poor guy sitting there
Alone with his fat bone

So I waited late one evening
Till I knew that you'd gone home
Then I sat down on his stoop
And called his mobile phone
He answered, so I asked him
If he could come out to play
You know he could have just said no
But I knew what he'd say

He came downstairs, unlocked the door
I pulled him to one side
Kissed him one time on the mouth
Then let my left hand slide
Down his chest, down to the cock
The cock you've never touched
To stroke and coax that burning flesh
The flesh you've never sucked

Then I knelt and put him in my mouth
I swallowed him so deep
I felt his knees grow weak, I felt
Him swaying on his feet
As I rammed my mouth down his full length
Touched his stomach with my face
And clutched hard at his hips and butt
While he fucked me, and his pace

Grew faster, harder, and I felt
His cock continue growing
I barely had him two minutes
Before he started blowing
I felt it splash on tongues and gum
My spit smeared it so thick
To bring new flavor, slick and sweet
To the full length of his prick

I swallowed hard and still he came
It dribbled down my chin
I held him firm against me
So that every drop stayed in
I suckled as he softened
I drank down that thick river
I caressed his balls with finger tips
I held him as he shivered

So I sucked off your boyfriend
And I'd do it all again
If you don't want it, you only have
Your stupid self to blame
Except next time, because I know
There's no way that you'd do it
I'll have him lick my pussy too
After he has screwed it

The Final Naked Tuesday of the Year

Yep, this is it! 2010 is almost at an end and so is this year's supply of Naked Tuesdays. So hurry on down to the Clubhouse no, and make the most of it... because who knows what 2011 will bring?

More photos to follow as the evening... and the nakedness... wears on!

Foreign Policy

I met him down at Dark Side
His accent was so proper
He said that he’s from London and
His name was Rodney Trotter

“I’m part English,” I replied
He laughed, “you’re shitting me?”
“No my gran’s from Westmoreland
“So I’ve got some Brit in me.”

I laughed at his next comment, though
We’ve all heard it before
“If you want to step outside with me
“I’ll put in a whole lot more.”

We sat and had a drink or three
We kissed, he squeezed my breast
He whispered how he’d love to see it
I murmured “and the rest?”

He nodded and we went outside
And I don’t want to gloat
But I got a lot more Brit in me
He poured it down my throat

Thick and sweet and so damned much
I could barely keep it in
But I swallowed hard and wiped my mouth
As it dripped down from my chin

Then we went back into the dance club
He introduced me to his friends
An Oz, a Scot, one Welsh, one Dutch
… and I swallowed the UN!

Christmas Just Won't Quit

Abby, Jennys and Melia dancing away the night-after-Christmas!

The Ghost of Christmas Parties Past

HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYBODY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Found this pic on Blue-eyed Vixen's ever-wonderful blog. Funnily enough, I remember a few parties along the lines of this one.

A Holiday Carol

A HOLIDAY CAROL
Okay, there’s definitely some wishful thinking going on in this one. Day four, to be precise. I don’t have the biggest tits in the world, and they were a lot smaller when I was at college. My boyfriend of the time was desperate to try a tit fuck,and he wasn’t going to take no for an answer, so I was lying there trying to hold his cock between these two tiny breasts, and he was pounding away… and it wasn’t my fault he didn’t realize he was rubbing himself against my watchband, and actually scraping the skin off the side of his cock. He was hurting for days! And no, he didn’t even want me to kiss it better.

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
A hot and steaming facial!
And I wasn’t even expecting it
I thought we were just petting
I wasn’t even touching it
But suddenly he rose up
Gave out a mighty cry
And it splashed across my cheeks and lips
And dripped down from my eye

On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
The best head that I’ve ever had
He started slow and teasing
Just lapping at my pussy lips
The tension stopped me breathing
I felt each delicate shift he made
Felt that loving tongue
Flicking wildly at my screaming clit
Oh God, I’m gonna cum!

On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Eight sweet inches of rock hard cock
Slipped between my legs
Teased me with an inch or two
He likes to hear me beg
At first I tried to bite my lip
But he kept on poking faster
Until I couldn’t help myself
“Just ram it in, you bastard!”

On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A tit fuck like you won’t believe
So hot against my breasts
I held them tight against his cock
Felt his balls scraping my chest
Saw his face screw up with pleasure
Felt his rhythm quicken
Then splashing hot against my neck
And his cock was ripe for licking

On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A hot cock up my back passage
On the kitchen table
He asked me how much I could take
I said “all that you are able’
I felt my tight flesh clinging to him
While his fingers fucked my cunt
And when we came hard both together
It felt better than up front

On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
The chance to suck him long and slow
To relish every inch
To take him deep inside my throat
To feel my tonsils pinch
His helmet, grasp it, tease the tip
I love to suck him off
And when he came like a runaway train
I swallowed every drop

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A few days rest! And fuck, I needed them.!

Date with a Dalek

I know I'm not the only Dark Sider who loves BBC America's new Doctor Who... and I'm not the only one who can't wait for this year's Christmas special. But I may be the only one who has posed naked with a Dalek that I found on my travels one day.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS FROM ALL AT DARK SIDE

HAPPY HOLIDAYS... MERRY CHRISTMAS... JINGLE BELLS... AND ALL THAT GOOD STUFF...

TO EVERYONE, FROM ALL OF US!

THANKS FOR A WONDERFUL YEAR - AND HERE'S TO AN EVEN BETTER NEW ONE

XXXX

Melia's Birthday Spanking - Today at noon SL

It's Melia's birthday today... and what better way to celebrate than to offer her a resounding spanking, Dark Side style?

The celebration begins at midday SL... and, as we don';t know how old she is, and are far too polite tyo ask, there is no limit to the number of spanks you can give her.

Sixty-nine is apparently a nice round number.

So bring your favorite spanking pose, make sure your wrist is good and limber, and let's give the lovely Melia a birthday to remember.

And, if she's lucky, she may be able to sit down again in time for the holidays to really begin....


Melia's bottom awaits its reward

Smoking and sucking.... a happy holidays collage

It's a filthy habit but I love it! (And smoking is often frowned upon as well)






















I found this series of photos while searching for something else entirely. They all seem to have been posted to very different websites, and there were no links between them so I'm sure there's more that I'm missing. (So please let me know if you find them!)

But a couple of things strike me about them - well three, if you consider how incredibly sexy she looks! First, how much fun she's having, and second, how natural the cigarette looks in her hand - as though she smokes and sucks at the same time all the time.

I don't know she does it... my cigarettes always go out when I try!

The Stones on the Roof

Christmas with the Rolling Stones

They've been called the greatest rock'n'roll band in the world, and it would be a brave soul who would argue with that.

And tonight in the Dark Side roof, the legendary Rolling Stones will be confirming their supremacy with a live show that simply cannot be beat.

The show starts at 6pm SL - but get there early. This one is sure to fill up!

Some girls swallow...

“And some don’t.” I don’t think I’d ever seen Cassie look more flustered; we’d been sitting here for an hour, talking over everything that had happened with Brian, and still she was caught halfway between tears and temper, and the more I tried to reason with her, the more frustrated she became.

For the I-don-t-know-how-many times, I tried to reassure her. “He’s a guy. They like making lists. That’s why they’re so boring about baseball, they don’t talk about the game, they talk about the statistics. And that’s all this is.”

She looked at me as though I was simple or something, clenched her teeth and hissed through tight lips,

“He.

“Made.

“A.

“List.

“Of.

“Every.

“Girl.

“Who’s.

“Ever.

“Swallowed.

“His.

“Come. That’s not statistics, that’s a sickness.”

I couldn’t resist a smile. “What the swallowing? Or the list?”

“Either. Both. Yes, I’m sure some girls have done it with him, but I’m not one of them and I don’t really care for him comparing me with them.” She unfolded the offending piece of paper again, and stared at it. Reading it upside down, I silently smirked at how methodical it was. Twenty-one names, three columns. It’s amazing what you can do with a computer spreadsheet – and amazing how stupid a guy must be, to leave such a thing on the family machine, where anyone could… and did… stumble across it.

Kay. She Fucked, but neither Sucked nor Swallowed. Wendy did all three, Stephanie and Les did the first two, Heather went the whole hog once, Michelle was intercourse alone. And so on up to the present day, with 20 Fuckers, 17 Suckers, 1 who Sucked but didn’t Fuck – and just five who gulped it down enough to have their names highlighted in red. Cassie wasn’t one of them.

“And what is it with the highlighting?” Cassie obviously read my mind. “Is he going to be off hunting them down on Myspace next, to ask if they want to rekindle old glories?”

“I doubt that very much. How old is he now, 40-something? He’s probably just feeling old and going back over his memories… some people get out the photo album, some people take out old love letters. Brian takes out old sex partners. But it doesn’t mean any more or less.”

“Well, it does to me.” The temper was flaring again. “And I don’t know how I’m going to do it, but I am going to pay him back for this. Somehow. Someday.”

“If you ask me, the best way you can get him back is to forget you ever saw it, then make sure that the next time he’s on the computer, he’s highlighting your name as well. It’ll take you ten minutes, but if this is anything to go by, he’ll still be thinking about it for the next 20-odd years.”

She looked at me curiously. “And how, exactly, does that pay him back?”

“It doesn’t. But it might remind him that his sex life hasn’t already peaked, and that the future can hold as many surprises as the past. Besides, if you really haven’t ever tried it…” (she pulled a face) … “you ought to just once. You never know, it might give you something else to look forward to, as well.”

Just Another Night on the Dancepole

thanks to my friend Veritas, over at No Words Spoken, for offering us this little tale....

STRIP


"Strip for me...." he whispers in her ear.

"Now?" She looks up with a coy smile....

"Yes , now...."

She rises, a little uncertain, a little aroused... no scratch that, very aroused.

"Will you cum watching me?" She whispers, her eyes bright...

"What do you think?" He answers low, pausing a moment as he looks into her eyes.... "and you'll like it won't you?"

"Oh yes....oh so yes...." She whispers as she rises.....

Already only seated wearing but a tee and boy short panties, she rises and leans forward a little to him, smoothly pushing the chair back her with her arms, giving him a little peak down her neckline as she arches forward in offering. Her hands move to her hips, tugging on her panties as her hips sway slowly to music soft, almost unheard....fingertips moving closer between thighs feeling the heat and wetness through the silky fabric....

Sitting back, he watches her familiar feline moves... the girl nearly naked in the thin fabric..."That's it baby girl..." he mummers..."tug that fabric and show me how it arouses you..." His hand moves to his pants, already hard. His eyes stray from her mound to decolletage....a glimpse of breast catching the half light. "It isn't a game..."

"I know...." she whispers back looking deep into his eyes, searching....hips swaying....

His cock rises as he watches...."shall I tip?"

"Not ones...." I don't strip for singles....a look passes....She laughs bright like a crystal prism with a sharp flick of a nail resonating in the quiet room.

"I don't tip singles..".as he tosses a hundred casually at her bare feet...."and I expect a happy ending..."
"I wouldn't give you any less..." She replies deep and slow as she cupped a breast a fingertip playing coyly at her lips.....

“Oh, just keep talking...tell me what you are going to do to me if you have me” she whispers in a sudden rush as her heart begins to race...a mixture of nervous arousal, desire and sudden self conscious uncertainty washes over her, triggered yet again by this familiar man.

Until....

Tasty...

My buddy the Naughty Professor posted this a few weeks ago... but in case you missed it... WOW!!!!!

Live on the club house roof -PINK!

Virtual Infidelity

(originally published on the ACES website, November 21 2010)

We speak a lot about relationships in SL, but we are also aware that (with the obvious exception of when they spill into rl), that the relationship is solely with whatever aspect of your partner’s personality they care to show. With the key word being “solely.”

An owner who is in a loving and committed relationship with her/his slave, in which more secrets and dreams have been shared than with any rl counterpart (for that is another attraction of SL – you really can say what you think), might not dream that the slave is leading an equally committed relationship as the owner of another slave, in the guise of a well-disguised alt. But it happens, and probably a lot more than any of us – even the suspicious ones among us – realize. For, short of monitoring your online playmate’s online existence 24/7, you have no way of knowing, and in any case, is it even our concern?

In some ways, it is. You enter into an SL relationship in the belief that what you tell and are told comes from the heart, at least within the parameters of the game.

No, when the girl you met last Saturday tells you that she is happier than she has ever been in her entire life, and loves you from the bottom of her heart, your rl self probably takes her words with a pinch of salt.

When the guy you’ve been seeing for the last month suddenly brings out the anal hook and asks you to impale his ass, you know that he is more likely to be exercising his curiosity, than reliving the last seventeen times it happened in rl.

At the same time, however, some things must be taken at face value, for otherwise the entire SL experience is reduced to a bizarre game of charades. Her cries of genuine surprise and delight the first time you drip hot wax on her nipples suggest to you that this is indeed a brand new sensation. His insistence that meeting you has been a truly life changing experience should be more than hollow platitude, especially if he can back it up with rl examples.

We accept that much of what we see and hear in SL is role-playing, but some truths are more sacred than others, and the thought that those same truths might well have been uttered by the same person, through a different avatar, just fifteen minutes ago, could be seen to cross that boundary.

At the same time, however, how much of your own personality is truly revealed to your partner? Most of us, probably, would say “all of it” – or, at least, as much as is necessary to allow you the immersion you need to enjoy the game. We do not lightly use words such as “love,” “devotion,” and “please do me again with the cactus.” But we would be fooling ourselves if we said that, because something is always held back, just as it is in rl. The Master who fantasizes about being a mernaid. The tiny who wants to be an amazon. The dancer who dreams of being a soldier.

So, what do we do? We create an alt and live out those fantasies through it – and we don’t even consider it to be cheating because we are exercising a completely different aspect of our personality, for completely different ends. They become, in effect, two completely different people operating out of the same rl body, and provoking completely different responses and emotions in that body.

Which is fine until we screw up – completely forgetting which av you signed on as, and loudly blaming the Lindens because none of your landmarks are there. Buying yourself in a slave auction, because you can’t bear to be left unsold. And asking yourself how you are feeling is a total no-no, even in the most relaxed rl situation. Doing so when your only means of explanation are fast typing skills and a slice of self-deprecation (“it’s okay, last week I was talking to the wallpaper”) is… well, it’s not fatal.

But it does leave your partner with their first unanswered question – which, once the computers have been shut down – can rapidly multiply into a host of others. And where questions are asked, answers quickly follow, and in the wee small hours of the night, you can bet that those answers are not the most considered ones.

Where are we going here? For now, nowhere. I intend continuing to follow this line of thought in future postings, but I hope first to open it up for discussion here. Is your alt a cheating scumbag? Or is your partner just being paranoid? Answers in the comment box below, please.

AUCTION TONIGHT - X02MIG KARU

ONLY SIXTEEN SHOPPING DAYS LEFT TILL CHRISTMAS....



*****Xo2mig Karu - DS Verified by Master Pyria Minor *****

MASTER PY'S COMMENTS: This sub is very outgoing and has a great sense of humor. A cute neco that prizes the adventure of being a sub along with pleasing her Owner. Treat this one as you wish and respect her limits and the amount of pleasure that she can bring is almost limitless.

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See you there

Breakfast Time

I have a friend, a very dear friend, who woke me up recently with the news that she has a Pavlovian Pussy. That the mention of a certain name, the thought of a certain face, the memory of a certain night, are all it takes to set her pussy salivating uncontrollably, no matter where or when it happens.

It’s a sensation that we are all familiar with, whether we choose to use a term for it or not. A smell, a taste… and not necessarily immediately sexual ones, either. The smell of the perfume I was wearing the first time I met her, the feel of the purse I was carrying as I fumbled for my keys, the candy bar we shared for breakfast the next day, because someone had neglected to do any shopping that week and was living off vending machines till her next day off.

Other things. A picture that I’d posted on my blog a few days earlier… one that I love for a lot of very private reasons, all of which she repeated when she remarked upon it herself. I look at the picture now and I don’t see the imagery that drew me to it in the first place; I hear her voice outlining a love that in turn leads into a fantasy that I thought was mine alone. And Pavlov’s Pussy salivates.

Certain songs, certain sounds, certain textures and, most of all, certain words. Because, beyond all and every physical, visual and sensorial stimulus that we consider play a major part in attracting us to someone, and particularly once the initial impact of those things has waned, the power of the word is the one that holds me spellbound, because it is a power that shifts, drifts and changes as many times as there are words in the language.

Today, the word… well, words… is “Pavlovian Pussy.” Tomorrow it or they might be something else entirely. And all we have to do is listen for them.

PANTIES - THE CAUSE OF ALL LAG

WANTED, RED OR ALIVE



FOR CRIMES AGAINST A LAG FREE ENVIRONMENT... PANTIES!!!!

DO NOT ATTEMPT TO REMOVE THE PANTIES SINGLE-HANDEDLY. IF YOU SEE THE PANTIES, CONTACT A PANTIE-LAW ENFORCEMENT OFFICER. REWARD PAID FOR THE SUCCESSFUL APPREHENSION AND REMOVAL OF THE PANTIES.

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