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"Part two as promised. She really is something special. I am confident we will be seeing more of this Angel."
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"Here's part two as promised. The video that I have of Tasia Loomer totals to about 12 minutes, so I'm posting the second half as a 'soft' xtra. The first five minutes are below. Tasia is so damn naturally sweet and adorable with a delectable figure. I have the feeling you won't be finding her anywhere else on the internet. Thanks for supporting some of the most authentic smut this planet has to offer."
Max our contributor from Kyiv not Kiev returns. He's been fighting on the frontlines so his contributions trickle in slowly excuses. Max discovered Francheska Parre serving as a military medic. In fact, she nursed him back to semi-functional health after suffering a traumatic injury. It was due to one of those drone attacks that you hear about all the time in the news. These 'innovative' food delivery methods should really be banned. Luckily it was only his left eye. Heal up, Max.
This is part one of our finale with Sara and Brandy. These two give us a candid glimpse into their close friendship. The friends that I would smoke with in college were never this close. We never partook in any naked tickle fights nor showed each other our pubic hair. I kinda wish we had such intimacy. Or at least they could have let me do that with their girlfriends. What a selfish bunch we were. I will upload part two tomorrow.
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"Happy Valentines. Hope you guys are doing well and have a beautiful lady to spoil this evening. If you don't, click off Zishy and go get one. Seriously. I love looking at women in scandalous photos, but it doesn't substitute for the real thing. Please accept this as a friendly reminder. Once you do get a girl, enjoy Zishy all you want. Most likely, you are still going to want to look at other women like Queti."
When you ask a woman if she is hungry and she says, a little, then you better get some food quick! The answer is never a simple, yes. It is usually something like, mother fucker why didn't you get me food when I said I was hungry?, referring to when she said a little. More of my profound insight and more of the extra-tasty Vonnie Bean to come. Shout-out to Bianchi's in Tucson. Bye Bye.
"I am currently at a popular tourist destination, dealing with long lines and high prices. It has brought me to the realization that I hate crowds. They are smelly, noisy, and full of disgusting strangers. The only redeeming aspect of crowds is the rare beautiful woman that can be found among them. An attractive female makes my tired life worth living. Evidently, some people even pay their hard earned munnies just to see photos of women on the internet. Bless your souls, my fellow space cowboys."
If I had a time machine and could visit any moment in my life, I think I would relive this experience a few times. Meadow Brink is an incredible person who puts a lot of passion into everything she does. She is quirky and strange and uninhibited with her own personal history, which includes some trauma. She can be kinky, and is gifted with SUPER noteworthy genitalia. I have some bonus material from this day that I could share for a nice tip in my jar. Email me for details. Stay weird.
Stella Barry was sent down from the heavens to shoot with Anthony in Portland. I don't know how the lucky bastard found her, but he definitely did something right, whether it be here or in some past life. This is the first time Anthony faced his fears of shooting in such a public place for us. He was also concerned that the scratches from Stella's cat would ruin the photos for me. Scratches? Really? Where? All I have to say is thank you and Merry Christmas in July. More Stella to come.
Here is the second part of my idyllic morning with Jezebel. There will be a part three that continues in her bedroom, but that will drop much later. Don't worry. It will be worth the wait. And remember, I am always available to photograph your beautiful wild friendloversistercousinmother whenever she is ready to be admired by thousands. Have a great weekend.
"Real art doesn’t need to be pretty, polished, or easy to swallow. It’s got to make you feel something, like a punch to the gut or a strong narcotic. It doesn’t try to impress you with fancy tricks; it just is. Real art doesn’t give a damn if you like it or not. It’s not about being perfect or profound—it’s about speaking the truth as the artist sees it. And maybe, just maybe, someone out there will see it and also get it. Real art is like life: messy, painful, beautiful, and fleeting. But real art and ""good"" art are two different things. Good art has to convince enough suckers and jerks that it is worth a bunch of money."
"It was the kind of day that made you wish for a cold mimosa instead of boots, but here I was, trudging up a dusty trail with this nature freak. My buddy, a wide-eyed optimist named Zach, had dragged me out here, saying it’d be “good for my soul.” I figured I’d have a better chance of saving my soul with a binge-watch and a nap, but what the hell, why not? The sun was an unforgiving bastard, beating down on us like we owed it money. Zach, of course, was practically skipping up the trail, pointing out birds and plants that seemed half dead due to the heat. “Look, BB! A Pickerel Frog!” he exclaimed, like I gave a damn. At least I didn't have to live in this giant oven called Texas."