<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336742308952659929</id><updated>2012-01-05T12:08:47.973-05:00</updated><category term='DP'/><category term='pussy'/><category term='obsession'/><category term='threesome'/><category term='legs'/><category term='leather'/><category term='news'/><category term='costume'/><category term='sybian'/><category term='power'/><category term='video'/><category term='glasses'/><category term='dildo'/><category term='wet'/><category term='hot'/><category term='orgasm'/><category term='sexy'/><category term='YouPorn'/><category term='cum'/><category term='fetish'/><category term='Sarah Palin'/><category term='pleasure'/><category term='RedTube'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Evilette</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~Me~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SO7PAVoggoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_MgrXv3QWrA/S220/tease2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336742308952659929.post-8222279415380832053</id><published>2009-11-09T22:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:47:20.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know its been awhile since I've said hello.... but this little gem cannot go unshared...  it takes about 6 minutes until take off, but the end is the winner in my book... She makes me want to strap something on just to watch her ride it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://cdn-www.pornhub.com/flash/embed_player_v1.3.swf" width="408" height="276"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://cdn-www.pornhub.com/flash/embed_player_v1.3.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgColor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="options=http://www.pornhub.com/embed_player.php?id=142692"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336742308952659929-8222279415380832053?l=evilettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/feeds/8222279415380832053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336742308952659929&amp;postID=8222279415380832053&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default/8222279415380832053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default/8222279415380832053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-know-its-been-awhile-since-ive-said.html' title=''/><author><name>~Me~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SO7PAVoggoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_MgrXv3QWrA/S220/tease2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336742308952659929.post-351569430478116698</id><published>2009-06-03T13:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:41:22.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it wrong that I've already orgasmed three times today.... by myself?  Porn just never gets old to me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336742308952659929-351569430478116698?l=evilettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/feeds/351569430478116698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336742308952659929&amp;postID=351569430478116698&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default/351569430478116698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default/351569430478116698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-it-wrong-that-ive-already-orgasmed.html' title=''/><author><name>~Me~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SO7PAVoggoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_MgrXv3QWrA/S220/tease2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336742308952659929.post-304411238842796296</id><published>2009-01-24T13:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T13:22:00.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trojan's Vibrating Touch</title><content type='html'>Wow a whole new vibe!!!!  Or maybe just one they found a way to market on national TV.  I mean really if a bunch of boys can sit around and sing Viva Viagra, why in the world can't we find out what all the ~Buzz~ is about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SXTU9NBUKmI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Ubyf4n_-ZJg/s1600-h/Logan+Levkoff.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 155px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SXTU9NBUKmI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Ubyf4n_-ZJg/s320/Logan+Levkoff.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293089609999460962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I'm feeling the need to comment on this simply because of the lovely Logan Levkoff's infomercial with her wealth of Sexology information to promote this fabulous new product.  I mean really... I find Logan Levkoff's vibrator infomercial did not make me want to run out and buy one of these, but rather left me with a desire to watch her get gang banged with a glorious bukkake finale with wads of dripping cum intermingled in those perky little curls.  Maybe inappropriate but entirely factual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I'd like to note is her comment that 70% of women are unable to achieve orgasm thru intercourse alone... and that often times we forget that and feel badly about ourselves.  This should not be happening and it takes me entirely back to my self-awareness and self-responsibility view.  If I want to orgasm why should I be dependant on someone else to achieve that for me.  If I am not "getting off" thru intercourse alone... you better believe I am getting off, with or without my partners assistance.  If someones feeling badly about sex and the lack of an orgasm, they really need to work on themselves and figure out how to make the "O" happen consistantly for their own personal pleasure and for the pleasure of their partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SXTF1awUrUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/PpjW-xjOQyI/s1600-h/trojan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SXTF1awUrUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/PpjW-xjOQyI/s320/trojan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293072983572917570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also points out that “A recent Berman Center study found a link between vibrator use and overall well being. American women aren’t only using vibrators but they contribute to their health as well.”  This goes back to my earlier blog about long-term relationships needing sexual chemistry and satisfaction.  If you are not in a sexually healthy relationship with #1 yourself and #2 with your partner then you are ultimately not going to live a fully satisfied life.  She talks about communication but really feeling comfortable enough to figure out what you like, and then comfortable enough to express it to another is the basic key to this entire concept... not necessarily a vibe.  What the hell did people do before vibrators?  What would you do if you were stuck on a remote island?!  You've got to know the basic rundown of how to please yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that frustrates me with this entire informercial is that she says women are very hard and complex to turn on.  That it is a head to toe experience.  I entirely do not agree with that.  I think that women are as easy to turn on as men are... BUT that is entirely dependant on a persons state of mind, the couples sexual compatibility, attraction levels and the way they feel about each other.  I know for a fact that in the right relationships mere comments or suggestions can start the fuel burning and that the flame will catch very fast.  If you are in the wrong relationship or if the spark has been allowed to die out then it may be difficult or nearly impossible to make it passionate, fun and ultimately orgasmic.  And again, people need to be responsible to a degree for their own pleasure and for communicating wants and needs to the person they are with, be it for the afternoon or a lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336742308952659929-304411238842796296?l=evilettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/feeds/304411238842796296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336742308952659929&amp;postID=304411238842796296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default/304411238842796296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default/304411238842796296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/2009/01/trojans-vibrating-touch.html' title='Trojan&apos;s Vibrating Touch'/><author><name>~Me~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SO7PAVoggoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_MgrXv3QWrA/S220/tease2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SXTU9NBUKmI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Ubyf4n_-ZJg/s72-c/Logan+Levkoff.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336742308952659929.post-5811564878927834248</id><published>2009-01-20T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:55:00.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>But I got to know... What's your fantasy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SSY0wbDrR8I/AAAAAAAAAIM/msHgWq_FDCM/s1600-h/ladycop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270958420385286082" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 214px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SSY0wbDrR8I/AAAAAAAAAIM/msHgWq_FDCM/s320/ladycop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SSY0jsWuFnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/v5KXFp1d-kY/s1600-h/ladycop.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many fantasies, so little time... From lil Wayne telling Mrs. Officer "We only want you in hand cuffs and heels..." to Ludacris licking me from my "head to my toes"... Life is just begging me to come up with all the ways I need to shizzle my lil nizzle.  What is it tonight... whips and chains, twins or toes... Mariah's dream lover come to rescue me... pigtails and innocence or teacher's firm knowledge... punishment for pleasure, would you give or receive... friends, stars or strangers in dark alleys...  to be on display or watch secretly behind the curtains.  What can it be tomorrow... fixation on one or experimentation with all of the above... what would you be willing to do for another's pleasure... where are your limits... Can you move beyond them for the experience?  Are you strong enough to be in control or is giving up control beyond your comprehension...  What is a fantasy really, other than something beyond the normal... the taboo?  If we are lucky enough to bring the dream into reality, how long before the fantasy is too normal to be the fantasy anymore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had a fantasy longer than I can remember... It came from reading one of those Penthouse Variation books years ago and has served as an orgasm guarantee thru the years.  Everything starts out innocent enough... a little lover's play... lying naked and exposed on a bed... a bit of blindfold and some nylon pulling my arms taut above my head... exposed and vulnerable, the cool air teasing my skin... but feeling very safe with my partner.   Everything very quiet, almost unnerving, so I am helplessly aware of every rustle and any hint of movement and then alone... alone with my thoughts and anticipation... not sure of what is to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336742308952659929-5811564878927834248?l=evilettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/feeds/5811564878927834248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336742308952659929&amp;postID=5811564878927834248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default/5811564878927834248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default/5811564878927834248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/2009/01/but-i-got-to-know-whats-your-fantasy.html' title='But I got to know... What&apos;s your fantasy....'/><author><name>~Me~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SO7PAVoggoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_MgrXv3QWrA/S220/tease2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SSY0wbDrR8I/AAAAAAAAAIM/msHgWq_FDCM/s72-c/ladycop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336742308952659929.post-5061275859922740316</id><published>2009-01-19T07:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:56:49.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its not the size, but the fit that counts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SXSUqUkmzBI/AAAAAAAAAIU/detHLopsypI/s1600-h/Keyhole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SXSUqUkmzBI/AAAAAAAAAIU/detHLopsypI/s320/Keyhole.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293018916864838674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was listening to the radio a few mornings ago and a woman's fiancee has been harassing her about the size of his dick compared to other men shes been with.  Her problem is that it is not larger than other men shes been with and apparently in her opinion leaves something to be desired.  Now to me this IS a major issue, not because she's trying to figure out how to answer him but because this is a lifetime commitment to the man and her satisfaction.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look ladies and gentlemen I am telling you now.  THIS IS A PROBLEM!!!!  You have got to be compatible in a multitude of ways and sexually might just be number 1.  His size or lack of size is not the issue.  There are women out there that he is going to fit like a glove and that are utterly satisfied with him both in fit and in sexual chemistry.  Either he or she, but probably both, are going to end up sexually and emotionally frustrated down the road when their needs aren't being met.  Look the bottom line is, if I am going to commit to a man and his penis, I have got to see a long road of fabulous sexual chemistry going on.  There are so many things you can compromise on to make a relationship work... SEX IS NOT ONE OF THEM!  The temp of the house, coffee or tea, early riser vs the night owl... all these things can be meshed together to make a healthy relationship, but how do you mesh someone with a crazy libido and someone that just doesn't want it that often.  Someone who lusts after monster cock in love with someone whos just not monster quality (it ain't gonna work).  Believe it or not, love will only take you so far until physical needs take over.  I think sex is just a key component of a happy relationship.  Obviously there are other key components to balance and make people happy, but how can you live the rest of your life with someone if one of your most primal needs is not being met.  Think about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336742308952659929-5061275859922740316?l=evilettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/feeds/5061275859922740316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336742308952659929&amp;postID=5061275859922740316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default/5061275859922740316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default/5061275859922740316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-not-size-but-fit-that-counts.html' title='Its not the size, but the fit that counts...'/><author><name>~Me~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SO7PAVoggoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_MgrXv3QWrA/S220/tease2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SXSUqUkmzBI/AAAAAAAAAIU/detHLopsypI/s72-c/Keyhole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336742308952659929.post-686257583595733533</id><published>2008-12-21T22:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T17:30:17.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes its all about the POV</title><content type='html'>I'm beyond thinking at this point... but I wanted to share before I crawled into my bed with the post-orgasmic yummy fog I'm snuggled in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.pornhub.com/players/pornhub_embed_2.swf" width="408" height="276"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.pornhub.com/players/pornhub_embed_2.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgColor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="options=http://www.pornhub.com/embed_player_v3.php?id=117012"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336742308952659929-686257583595733533?l=evilettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/feeds/686257583595733533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336742308952659929&amp;postID=686257583595733533&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default/686257583595733533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default/686257583595733533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/2008/12/sometimes-its-all-about-pov.html' title='Sometimes its all about the POV'/><author><name>~Me~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SO7PAVoggoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_MgrXv3QWrA/S220/tease2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336742308952659929.post-7977141942897789166</id><published>2008-11-30T13:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:07:06.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old school porn.... arent these days nearly extinct?</title><content type='html'>This did give me a good chuckle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qbd4Mhaunn8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qbd4Mhaunn8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336742308952659929-7977141942897789166?l=evilettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/feeds/7977141942897789166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SO7PAVoggoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_MgrXv3QWrA/S220/tease2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336742308952659929.post-3995619723073536536</id><published>2008-11-19T00:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:26:41.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Workplace misconduct</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SSOwuHasZKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/MjUJh2HrG4A/s1600-h/friday7xx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SSOwuHasZKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/MjUJh2HrG4A/s200/friday7xx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270250295265092770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously the job should be all work and no fun... but luckily for me I work with some fabulous people.  We come from all walks of life and everyone brings something special to the table, they are really a great group of people.  They all have a fabulous sense of humor and things can get a bit rowdy, we are truly an HR nightmare in 99% of most companies... but for us its the perfect dynamic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among this interesting crew there is one though that has perked my interest.  I can't quite figure out when the fog drifted back, but one day suddenly out of the blue I was laughing with him over something and everything inside of me started to tingle... that delicious flooding warmth all over that explodes from the nether regions, making my body scream, "Oh my god I want to crawl all over you covered in warm oil".  Now typically for me, I am usually getting that vibe from Mr. Interesting before I get the vibe myself... in this random case I've found the roles reversed... I am constantly making passes at him and trying to gauge the reaction... but omg how intimidating.  I seriously have a healthy respect for what men go thru for the first time in a long time.  Its funny though trying to analyze this from an outside perspective... trying to get my 3rd person POV on the situation... theres all that stereotypical bullshit that just doesnt fit me...  Its not like I play by the rules anyways, but wow, am I coming on too strong, or should I be more bold (yes, I have the desire to drag him into the storage room just for a moment of experimentation but thats not exactly ladylike now is it).  Invite him over to hang out because Id like to get to know him and watch some football because hes funny and interesting vs. inviting him over for a round of wrestling... or all of the above.  What the fuck do you men think during all this?  Over analyzing, under analyzing... molest or not to molest!?  THESE ARE SERIOUS ISSUES!  But really they aren't... the truth is I like him all the way around, combine that with an over healthy sex drive and it makes for brain, clit niggling fodder.  Today he said, once you cross the line, you cant go back.  Isn't that true... now for me that doesn't seem so intimidating because I think that no matter what the end result is he and I are very much alike in our ability to deal with reality.  I don't think that either of us carry stalker-anon 12 step programs in our wallets and either way we are both pretty cool folks.  See now heres the thing... why is all this niggling around in my brain?  I like him, I'm deliciously attracted to him and I have most fabulous urges to show him exactly what that means, period.  Its all this psychobabble bullshit mixed in with our culture that has me second guessing how to go about seducing him in an acceptable fashion, when in all reality all I should have to do is get some sign of approval and jump on him.  I kid, I kid!  Okay no I wont literally jump on him... that wouldnt be sexy, but I wouldnt mind making a few buttons pop in my attempt.  LOL!  Either way this is all delectable fun... the flirting... the anticipation, meow... I don't exactly feel like a rabbit... but more like a fluffy cat licking her lips in anticipation of that rich bowl of cream. YUM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336742308952659929-3995619723073536536?l=evilettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/feeds/3995619723073536536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336742308952659929&amp;postID=3995619723073536536&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default/3995619723073536536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default/3995619723073536536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/2008/11/workplace-misconduct.html' title='Workplace misconduct'/><author><name>~Me~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SO7PAVoggoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_MgrXv3QWrA/S220/tease2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SSOwuHasZKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/MjUJh2HrG4A/s72-c/friday7xx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336742308952659929.post-6809285872532570391</id><published>2008-10-31T13:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T14:00:45.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Fucking</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Eye fucking... and no this is not ocular penetration you sickos... this is that thing that happens when two people spend a few moments with a friend, SO or stranger sizing each other up and without speaking, they exchange the "I would fuck you raw" look.  That tingling thrill that flits from my nipples to my netherlips bringing a small ache to the pleasant moment.  Anyways... it still amazes me how powerful that draw can be for perfect strangers...  Here in Florida, the hispanic male wrote the book on eye fucking.... one in particular caught my eye the other evening... leaning half way across the car, nearly in his girlfriends lap, there it is... the open invitation stare.  Now lucky for him hes pretty damn good looking but rather retarded in his goofy stare.  So I get a little twich with my sense of humor and decide to mess with him a little bit.  After the inital glance over I decide to glance back an give him the once over and a little smile, which of course gets an immediate grin and a little tilt of the head.  I turn back to the lights in front of me and realize the turn signal is about to come on which leaves me just a minute or so until its our turn to go.  I casually glance back and lick my lips a bit, giving my lower lip a scrape with my teeth. No reaction from the girlfriend, not even a glance my way... DAMNIT!  I am aiming at getting him slapped for my own entertainment purposes.  So I sit up, lean halfway out of the window, stroke the tops of my breasts and give one a little squeeze.  It was like watching that cartoon wolf whos mouth drops open and a large whistle appears out of the top of his head to let the steam out.  It was hilarious... AND STILL NOTHING FROM THE GIRLFRIEND!!  WTF!!  Needless to say I sat back and shrugged my shoulder at him and took off like a bullet.  He starts trying to catch me... I am watching him in the rear view mirror and much to my pleasure, she starts hitting him in the arm.  SCORE!!!  So he slows down and I make my turn further up the road, laughing delightedly.  People kill me... I can find entertainment anywhere....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and for you sick pervs that are now considering ocular penetration.... you need to make note of the following informational video...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ee8n-xvYETg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ee8n-xvYETg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336742308952659929-6809285872532570391?l=evilettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/feeds/6809285872532570391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336742308952659929&amp;postID=6809285872532570391&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default/6809285872532570391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default/6809285872532570391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/2008/10/eye-fucking.html' title='Eye Fucking'/><author><name>~Me~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SO7PAVoggoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_MgrXv3QWrA/S220/tease2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336742308952659929.post-5466400556074581373</id><published>2008-10-24T20:20:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T20:47:02.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Click me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shoptoearntour.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i438.photobucket.com/albums/qq108/evilettes/shoptoearn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shoptoearn.net/cgi-bin/genesis.exe/repagreeform.html?sid=3stGwB1@cAGU4Y7-44108365998.30" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i438.photobucket.com/albums/qq108/evilettes/JoinNow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336742308952659929-5466400556074581373?l=evilettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default/5466400556074581373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default/5466400556074581373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>~Me~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SO7PAVoggoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_MgrXv3QWrA/S220/tease2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336742308952659929.post-4192039699272838678</id><published>2008-10-23T21:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:50:00.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Orgasm music anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/slQXtbZ9TWM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/slQXtbZ9TWM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.... now I wanna....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336742308952659929-4192039699272838678?l=evilettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/feeds/4192039699272838678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336742308952659929&amp;postID=4192039699272838678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default/4192039699272838678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default/4192039699272838678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/2008/10/orgasm-music-anyone.html' title='Orgasm music anyone?'/><author><name>~Me~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SO7PAVoggoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_MgrXv3QWrA/S220/tease2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336742308952659929.post-200984946215437184</id><published>2008-10-23T17:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:29:53.511-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's responsible for your "O"reo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://orgasm.tritriadproductions.com/orgasm5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 409px" alt="" src="http://orgasm.tritriadproductions.com/orgasm5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to Y100's morning show with Elvis Duran a few days ago and one of the morning conversations was about this girl who was with her ex for 5 years and he never gave her the "O".  Now to be honest... all I could think is WTF?!  How in the hell could she be with someone and not "O" with them in 5 years... and then I thought, why did she stay for 5 years?!  I quickly realized, ~WOW~ the finger is pointing in the wrooooong direction.  Seriously, if you don't know what you need to do to get off there is a serious problem that goes way beyond your relationship.  Now take me for example (Yes, I know I am on the far end of the spectrum, but I’m not abnormal) if I really want to cum all I need is a warm body (okay so I don't even need a warm body, but that is besides the point) and a little bit of hip rocking/grinding and the orgasm is imminent.  So how do you have sex for 5 years and not get frustrated enough to say... ROLL OVER AND DONT MOVE UNTIL I CUM! or at the very least just show him/her how to please you and if they just can't get it... MOVE ON!  I am not saying that sex replaces a loving relationship but if you are going to spend 1826+ days with someone, FIND SOMEONE THAT CAN HELP YOU ENJOY THE OREO (and love you too)!!!! Seriously folks... now I believe, ultimately, that our partners are responsible to some degree to keep it fresh and new but if you are unable to achieve orgasm and it is not a medical issue...  It is time to look inward and stop blaming others for your lack of motivation in bed.  Because ultimately if its not a priority to you... why the hell should it be a priority to them?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336742308952659929-200984946215437184?l=evilettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/feeds/200984946215437184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336742308952659929&amp;postID=200984946215437184&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default/200984946215437184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default/200984946215437184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/2008/10/whos-responsible-for-your-oreo.html' title='Who&apos;s responsible for your &quot;O&quot;reo?'/><author><name>~Me~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SO7PAVoggoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_MgrXv3QWrA/S220/tease2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336742308952659929.post-322279360503197152</id><published>2008-10-20T09:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T09:34:00.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Which leads me to.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.31chan.org/gif/src/121097090519.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.31chan.org/gif/src/121097090519.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my desire to have a woman in my life that I can spend hour upon hour experimenting with. I have been with women many times but always in couple/couple or threesome situations. I really really really REALLY would love to just have a relationship with a woman that is fun and exploratory. I have this desire to just lay with her for hours and explore with no pressure to perform for all other participants. I want to lick and nibble my way all over her body. Trace my lips down her back and lick from the tip of her clit slowly between her wet lips and then dip it slowly in her ass. I want to suck on her little nub with my fingers deep inside her until I can feel her pulsing sloppy wet orgasm. Then after she is sated 'n soaking wet I just want to straddle her and slowly rub my pussy against hers like I did as a little girl humping my pillow. I just want to grind my lips against her till we orgasm. Hell, any kind of sexy tribadism would be delectable. Its not just that though.... I would love to just lie naked with her... and make out for hours, fondling each other, my breasts pressed and rubbing on hers. I want to sleep wrapped around her with one hand snuggly around her nipple... so I can pinch it, pull on it and twist it all night. *sigh* All of this lies unfulfilled in my happy place.... maybe one day, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336742308952659929-322279360503197152?l=evilettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/feeds/322279360503197152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336742308952659929&amp;postID=322279360503197152&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default/322279360503197152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default/322279360503197152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/2008/10/which-leads-me-to.html' title='Which leads me to.....'/><author><name>~Me~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SO7PAVoggoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_MgrXv3QWrA/S220/tease2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336742308952659929.post-7737200608415735796</id><published>2008-10-19T11:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T22:19:49.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dom vs. Sub</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SPvpRKcoZfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/QChIcWPAQHo/s1600-h/bettiepage-backside-780570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SPvpRKcoZfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/QChIcWPAQHo/s400/bettiepage-backside-780570.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259053470956676594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was a discussion that happened last night that sparked this post... who am I?  Who are you?  Sub or Dom (even switch....  As much as I can perform as a dom without any hesitation (its fun for entertainment value), it only holds the sexual pleasure of pleasing another.  There is something empowering about giving that ultimate satisfaction.  I remember the first time I made a man cum with my mouth.  There I am with my neck sore, jaw and lips aching, I guess some people would be feeling relief that the effort is over... not me, I was elated.  I literally danced around the room with giddy joy.  It was a moment of realization for me... the feeling that happens when I have satisfied someone, it gives me an incredible amount of joy, satifaction, a bit of a thrill and a total sense of power.  Power because I know I can choose to give that ultimate pleasure or not.  Its a choice to do something passionately.  To know that my ultimate effort produces the result that I want.  I admit... I love to suck cock... I love the way his legs start to tighten and relax as he gets closer to cumming.  I love when my hair is grabbed and my head is thrust harder and harder on his dick... the precum flavor consuming my thoughts as I coax it out with my tongue, knowing ultimately that I can stop at any point, or change it up to prolong or shorten the feeling.  So ultimately it is up to me... what I want to do, but the truth is... I just want to please and be pleasured.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336742308952659929-7737200608415735796?l=evilettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/feeds/7737200608415735796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336742308952659929&amp;postID=7737200608415735796&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default/7737200608415735796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default/7737200608415735796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/2008/10/dom-vs-sub.html' title='Dom vs. Sub'/><author><name>~Me~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SO7PAVoggoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_MgrXv3QWrA/S220/tease2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SPvpRKcoZfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/QChIcWPAQHo/s72-c/bettiepage-backside-780570.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336742308952659929.post-7286236442901960660</id><published>2008-10-17T01:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T02:02:31.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meg Ryan loves PornHub and so do I!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SPgaucvo22I/AAAAAAAAAHA/qAz-z_GcSYQ/s1600-h/mee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257981950247361378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SPgaucvo22I/AAAAAAAAAHA/qAz-z_GcSYQ/s400/mee.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean where else can I go and find everything from labia licking (yes yes I love clitoral tongue massages) to gloryhole goodness... All one has to do is acknowledge our individual status of being old enough to orgasm legally to promiscious deliciousness, click that ENTER button and off we go.... where will I find my orgasm tonight? Who knows.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;........!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the verdict is!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amy Donovannananana or whatever the fuck her name is (we dont really care do we?).... Truth be known I am in love with redheads... and besides shes got some of the most beautiful breasts in the world to go along with a perfect little puss.  Something about her red welted juicy ass bouncing and being slapped 14:08 and then fast forward to the 17 minute mark and mmmm I am struggling to even sit here a minute longer to share instead of crawl to my room in quivering yummy exhaustion....  so good night good night... its not the best porn ever, but as promised... its what pushed the button over the edge.... so very vanilla tonight but thats okay... not everyday is mint chocolatey chip goodness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.pornhub.com/players/pornhub_embed_2.swf" width="608" height="476"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.pornhub.com/players/pornhub_embed_2.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgColor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="options=http://www.pornhub.com/embed_player_v3.php?id=143483"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336742308952659929-7286236442901960660?l=evilettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/feeds/7286236442901960660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336742308952659929&amp;postID=7286236442901960660&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default/7286236442901960660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default/7286236442901960660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/2008/10/meg-ryan-loves-youporn-and-so-do-i.html' title='Meg Ryan loves PornHub and so do I!'/><author><name>~Me~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SO7PAVoggoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_MgrXv3QWrA/S220/tease2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SPgaucvo22I/AAAAAAAAAHA/qAz-z_GcSYQ/s72-c/mee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336742308952659929.post-8831592697139278057</id><published>2008-10-12T19:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:06:23.698-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='threesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Sex and Friendships</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SPKQJ_LNK_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/z20nkndHR7Y/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256422216346446834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SPKQJ_LNK_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/z20nkndHR7Y/s400/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today I had a friend over for an afternoon visit with her kids. She and I are pretty close, we work together and hang out every Sunday lately. Today she napped on my couch in the late afternoon after football and woke up a bit groggy. We talked for awhile as she was waking up and told me it would be so relaxing if she could just put her boys to bed and sleep at my house. I jokingly said, "Feel free I have plenty of room in my bed and you can sleep with me". I was floored when she made a joke about bringing her male friend over to share. Then I got to thinking about it. Why not? Then of course a flood of answers came to mind.... it might affect our friendship? what could happen if ...? what would she think of ...? All that crazy crap that comes into our head.... the thoughts that revolve around the consequenses of our actions. Something to fuck up the fantasy!!!!!! Damn reality. In my own world we would all be just a bit more relaxed and free. Wanna fuck? OK! Well and all the beautiful women would be bi and lust after me in droves.... Speaking of which.... it is really hard to find a female friend with benefits. I can find male FB's all day long, but a delicious woman that wants to hang out, talk, shop and lick labias together? IMPOSSIBLE! Like I said... reality bites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336742308952659929-8831592697139278057?l=evilettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/feeds/8831592697139278057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336742308952659929&amp;postID=8831592697139278057&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default/8831592697139278057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default/8831592697139278057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/2008/10/sex-and-friendships.html' title='Sex and Friendships'/><author><name>~Me~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SO7PAVoggoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_MgrXv3QWrA/S220/tease2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SPKQJ_LNK_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/z20nkndHR7Y/s72-c/untitled1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336742308952659929.post-3677057391070746755</id><published>2008-10-10T13:34:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:17:42.834-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Palin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><title type='text'>So what is all the drama about?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SO-YpAHzzHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9vy1cTQDrPI/s1600-h/1009081844_M_100908_legspalinReuters2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255587120339471474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SO-YpAHzzHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9vy1cTQDrPI/s400/1009081844_M_100908_legspalinReuters2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes this is my third post about &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/photoessay/0,4644,5309,00.html"&gt;Palin&lt;/a&gt; and her yumminess. While this whole political debacle rages on there is something that keeps me cumming back for a bit more &lt;a href="http://www.johnmccain.com/palin.htm"&gt;Palin&lt;/a&gt;... is it the glasses? is it wanting to see her sexy calm violently stripped away? I'm not sure... She just seems like a firecracker of pent up passion tied up behind that pretty good girl image they are covering her with. Such a pity she went into politics and not porn. Huge reactions to the &lt;a href="http://elections.foxnews.com/2008/10/10/viewers-perspectives-widespread-palin-leg-photo/"&gt;Fox News photo of her legs &lt;/a&gt;today.... It doesn't offend me as a woman at all.... all these negative reactions are just redickulass. The woman has beautiful legs. You know the photo represents many things to me... and none of them are degrading.... Maybe women who have been mistreated in the past will take the picture negatively based on their own experiences but it feels like just another ploy to scream in frustration about their own &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Self-Help"&gt;personal issues&lt;/a&gt;. When I see this picture, I see strength. I see sex and power. I see desire, admiration and even a feeling of idolation from that face between her calves. Don't women know the power we all posess? She did not have to open her mouth or say one word and the world was in a buzz because of her sex appeal. I think most straight men with at least half a penis have considered sticking it between those creamy thighs at least once. Either way... women should embrace the power of the pussy before throwing a tantrum about the power we possess. Everyone has assets... USE THEM! As for lovely Sarah, I can only sit an ponder being spanked by the Palin couple while wearing nothing but &lt;a href="http://www.furboots.net/"&gt;fur boots&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://stores.ebay.com/lauraleeleathers"&gt;little leather cuffs with a matching collar&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336742308952659929-3677057391070746755?l=evilettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/feeds/3677057391070746755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336742308952659929&amp;postID=3677057391070746755&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default/3677057391070746755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default/3677057391070746755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-what-is-all-drama-about.html' title='So what is all the drama about?'/><author><name>~Me~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SO7PAVoggoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_MgrXv3QWrA/S220/tease2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SO-YpAHzzHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9vy1cTQDrPI/s72-c/1009081844_M_100908_legspalinReuters2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336742308952659929.post-1583614932302266505</id><published>2008-10-10T08:14:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:06:39.558-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='costume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Palin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leather'/><title type='text'>Speaking of Sarah Palin....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gov.state.ak.us/"&gt;Sarah Palin&lt;/a&gt;.... very fuckable!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SO9Hir59mGI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Tve1UZZC2Ho/s1600-h/sarah-palin-mini-skirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255497951391619170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SO9Hir59mGI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Tve1UZZC2Ho/s400/sarah-palin-mini-skirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336742308952659929-1583614932302266505?l=evilettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/feeds/1583614932302266505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336742308952659929&amp;postID=1583614932302266505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default/1583614932302266505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default/1583614932302266505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/2008/10/speaking-of-sarah-palin.html' title='Speaking of Sarah Palin....'/><author><name>~Me~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SO7PAVoggoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_MgrXv3QWrA/S220/tease2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SO9Hir59mGI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Tve1UZZC2Ho/s72-c/sarah-palin-mini-skirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336742308952659929.post-2829110607912686812</id><published>2008-10-10T07:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T07:59:54.561-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Palin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pussy'/><title type='text'>Sarah Palin wanted you to know....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i438.photobucket.com/albums/qq108/evilettes/PalinsPussy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i438.photobucket.com/albums/qq108/evilettes/PalinsPussy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sarah_Palin"&gt;Sarah Palin&lt;/a&gt; is just delicious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336742308952659929-2829110607912686812?l=evilettes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/feeds/2829110607912686812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2336742308952659929&amp;postID=2829110607912686812&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default/2829110607912686812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2336742308952659929/posts/default/2829110607912686812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilettes.blogspot.com/2008/10/sarah-palin-wanted-you-to-know.html' title='Sarah Palin wanted you to know....'/><author><name>~Me~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ5CT2ugtao/SO7PAVoggoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_MgrXv3QWrA/S220/tease2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336742308952659929.post-5158949286824497405</id><published>2008-10-09T23:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:11:33.137-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouPorn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dildo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RedTube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obsession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pussy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pleasure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sybian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orgasm'/><title type='text'>Whats that thing that does it for you?</title><content type='html'>I never know what it is going to be. That visual, audio, physical something that sends me over the edge. I can't predict what I need or want at any given moment until it happens and sends me over the edge. Rubbing my clit while flipping thru &lt;a href="http://youporn.com/"&gt;YouPorn&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://redtube.com/"&gt;RedTube&lt;/a&gt; leads me thru many different ideas of what might flip that switch. What works one night doesn't work the next. I find myself drawn to close ups, to the real sounds of great sex or skin slapping skin and sometimes its just looking down and watching my fingers between my thighs while hearing the wet sounds of my own pleasure. Is everyone this way? So fickle in their thoughts.... I have no standard pleasure, no steady fetishes. I have cum to big black cocks in little tight white pussies, girls riding &lt;a href="http://www.sybian.com/"&gt;sybians&lt;/a&gt;, DP, orgies, cum dripping assholes, gloryhole anonymity and even more simple homeade amature porn. One night I even got off watching a video on massages. I think some people may go thru stages in life where one thing is like a mini obsession until a new thing is found.... for others its a lifetime devotion to a fetish. But my interest is perked quickly (unexpectedly) and fades with orgasm. Sometimes I am horny but tired... I come to the computer wet and ready to find something I think may work quickly but always fail. The more thought I put into it, the longer it takes.... random clicking works so much faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this thinking about orgasm has made me crave one.... I think I will share what gets me off tonight... maybe you will enjoy it as much as I will. LOL, just thinking about people getting off to what I got off to made my pussy flex with delight. I didn't expect that either.... Let me go look and find something delicious....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="345" width="434"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.redtube.com/player/"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="id=6810&amp;amp;style=redtube"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.redtube.com/player/?id=6810&amp;style=redtube" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="345" width="434"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually getting off to this was a weird combination.... to imagine someone else getting off to this turns me on but then again the reflective part of me is judging and critiquing every moment of the video wondering what others will think... So I will tell you what I was thinking.... well I wasn't thinking much, haha. I flipped thru it pretty fast, expecting to go onto the next video quickly but the end caught my eye and I only had to replay that part twice before cum was dripping between my fingers and down my lips. When she was pulling off the dildo and you could see it pulling her, stretching her and then right at then end you could see the edge of the head outline thru the lips... omg orgasmic... THATS WHAT I MEAN! The girl was hideous and the video had no redeeming qualities until BAM... that something something that I least expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*purrs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to snuggle down in bed now... I am a post orgasm sleeper. I admit it. 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