Attu has found a page with a bunch of pictures (for so long as their bandwidth lasts) of the lovely Nadine, who has vast, er, tracts of land:

Simply amazing. And (if you study all the pictures carefully, purely in the name of science of course) pretty likely real.

From DeeGee Girl we have tales of wild weekends and at least two threesomes, one of which she herself compares to those stories in Penthouse Forum. An entertaining read to be sure:

We were all in the middle of our menage a trois, languidly lying in bed. I decided that it was time to deep throat JR. I moved between his legs and took his hard cock all the way into my throat and slowly started fucking him with my mouth. My pal moved to kiss him deeply at the same time, muffling his moans. I moved my hand out to play with her pussy at the same time which caused her to start moaning.

At some point she got up and walked over to get a 10 inch dildo from my toy bag. She came back to bed, got on her knees, put the dildo on the bed and started fucking it while she watched me blow JR. JR opened his eyes and looked over at her and almost blew his load into my mouth.

I stole this excellent photograph from wKenShow:

Commentary seems superfluous.

I didn’t make up that title; the article is here. A sample:

You can feel everything. Your asshole is very sensitive; a lot more sensitive than your cunt in fact, and of course a lot tighter. Every move, every nuance, every twist and turn of the finger or dildo or cock goes right through your ass and into your brain. It doesn’t take much to feel completely filled up, and it rarely leaves you feeling like you didn’t get enough.
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Getting buttfucked also forces you to slow down, loosen up, and enjoy the moment. You can’t be too goal-oriented about it — it simply doesn’t work. You have to relax, mentally as well as physically, and you have to be willing to enjoy as much as you enjoy and not push yourself to take more than you can. If you approach getting assfucked like you’re training for a marathon, you’re going to wind up with an extremely sore asshole. For someone like me, an instant-gratification junkie who has to get there right now and wants to be at the next place as soon as she arrives, it’s very valuable to get fucked in a way that forces me to stay in the moment.

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Here’s some really bad dating advice from DragonFly Experiment:

Stop off at a Walgreens on your first date. When she asks what you’re doing tell her, “I’m getting some condoms so when I bang you tonight I won’t get you pregnant.” If she’s still in the car when you get back, you’re set. If she’s gone, you saved yourself some time and money.

Sounds like somebody has been reading too much Maxim magazine again.

Guys, how many gallons have you spilt upon the ground, and in assorted fecund crevices? Now you can find out.

(*Cough* 22 *Cough*)

Jay over at Makeout City (remember, “all you need are kisses to start a makeout party”) weighs in on the marriage question:

I don’t like the idea of marriage much, why do we need the law to force us to be faithful and loving of each other for Quite Some Time. I’d rather just have a girl, who is my girl and I’m her boy. I’d swoon over her all day, make sure she’s happy and we’ll read books together. Every day I would write her a new sonnet, then I’d either read it to her in the morning to wake her up or I’d give it to her to read to herself while I fixed her breakfast – that way I could have the best moment ever, every day. I like the idea of knowing people are smiling because of you but not being able to see them, and when they are behind you it makes my neck tingle. yep.

Sounds nice. Although I might run out of sonnets and have to switch to dirty limericks.