Magazine moguls kept things interesting today at 55th and Fifth. Without the usual intriguing mix of celebrities (who were,…
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Following a pair of Gawker posts — on the Observer’s redesign and the undulating Frank Bruni imbroglio — today’s…
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Bloggers love to debate their top ten lists, but it’s hard to argue with these choices for the best lesbian movie scenes that aren’t actually porn. (That list would fill a whole other website encyclopedia library.) There may be one or two glaring omissions and one can always quibble with rankings, but these are definitely beloved moments that have been seen and appreciated time and again. Everyone remembers where they were when Sarah Michelle Gellar first taught Selma Blair how to kiss—and taught millions of teenage boys how to lust. In fact, we recommend that next year’s Oscar ceremony do away with their "Salute to Key Grips" and add a montage of these wonderful memories instead.
· Top 10 Lesbian Movie Scenes (Excluding Porn Flicks) (wikia.com)
Previously: Encyclopedia of Lesbian Movie Scenes, Ela Com Ela (That’s "Hot Girls Kissing" To You, Bub), Lady Liplocks on YouTube, "That Lesbian JPop Clip": Gam, "Melodies", Video Playpen: Girls Just Wanna Have Fun!, Girls Touching on Flickr, Amateur Girls Kissing, Lesbian Obsession, Rating the Lesbians, The Encyclopedia of Women in Prison Films
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They say you never forget your first time(s): your first flash, your first client, your first anal, your first fuck before a crowd of admiring onlookers … .good times. In honor of busting cherries, we’ve scoured the best sex writing on the interwebs this week to bring you bloggers who view the fertile land of sex not just as virgin territory waiting to be plowed, but the object of their manifest destiny in their right to pursue happiness. When you look at it that way, it’d be downright unpatriotic not to do it all. At least once.
It’s all “Westward, Hos!” as we join the wagon train with your pioneer Chelsea Girl after the jump.
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by Chelsea Girl
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I wait in the park, on the sidewalk near the transit station, watching businesswomen eat hotdogs. August, still a little warm, I’m still a little jet-lagged from the eight-hour flight last week. Wearing, from the top down: pigtails; genuine-but-off-the-back-of-the-truck Chanel sunglasses; a smirk; orange spandex tank top; orange lacy bra with visible straps; low-slung black skirt, barely covers my ass, two little vinyl buckled straps, three pleats; fence-net stockings; black patent spike-heeled knee-high boots.
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I was living in a two bedroom apartment in downtown Denver. At the time, I was living with my girlfriend, up on the third floor - the top floor of the building. We faced out back, towards two lush, green courtyards. Towering acacia trees, in their phototropism, pushed their way up and out of the courtyards - reaching for the sun.
And then there were the windows.
All around us they were….
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Interlude: How I Lost My Virginity
I hooked up with JC behind the large shed, and we kissed for ages, fondled and she played the “experienced” hand very well, commenting on my penis so forth, but when I snuck my hands down her pants to stimulate her, she hushed into my ear that she had her “rags” and it probably wasn’t a good idea. I stopped, and we continued with various other petting exercises. At the same time I was enjoying it immensely I also couldn’t wait to be by myself to regale in its glorious memory, selfishly in the most hedonistic of satisfactory self-smugging ways. My quieter moments of contemplation and theatrical masturbatory activities.
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I start to exit the cooler, but he comes up behind me and whispers in my ear that he thinks I’m hot. His hands grip my hips and his breath is hot on my neck, causing me to shiver. My clit clenched, and I remember thinking that I might be in trouble. Since I don’t move, he leans in and presses his body to the back of me. I can feel his cock against my ass, and he’s definitely happy to be there. I took a step back, and let the cooler door close on us.
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TW had finally agreed to do a little flashing, after years of my trying to get her expose herself to others. We were headed down the ramp onto westbound 80. The truckers had spotted us coming down the ramp and had seen TW adjusting the straps of her bikini. I merged onto the expressway and listened as the drivers tried to spot us.
“Where’d she go?”, one driver asked.
“Probably out to the hammer lane,” replied another.
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Much like my most expensive pair of shoes, I really like the idea of anal, but when put to use, it really hurts.
I hope the shoe analogy wasn’t too Bradshaw, but it’s totally true. And I don’t care what people say about getting what you pay for–expensive shoes hurt, even the Tara Subkoff for Easy Spirit wedges that I have. Oddly enough, those were the shoes I was wearing the first time I had my back field plowed.
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I Think It was the First Time…
i think it was the first time fingers were wrapped tightly in my hair while i gave a blow job, that something inside of me snapped open. Those tiny hairs on the back of my neck being pulled, the discomfort from that, the firmness of a strong hand guiding and pushing my face down on a cock. This small act was being controlled, and i loved it.
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Inconvenient Power: Gore home using too much electricity? [AP] Academy: Threatens YouTube over Oscar clips [Variety] James Cameron: Finds…
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