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I wore this pink shower-cap during my first session with a dominatrix.
The version with lace would have been greater, the fuchsia-colored seems nice
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One of the most abundant and widespread carnivores that is very versatile and adaptable and has successfully colonized urban areas. When mating the male and female will lock as the fox semen is very slow moving and the male's penis needs to expand to stop the pair separating before ejaculation as seen here.
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Today I am going to talk about Hazel's sex life! Oh yes, and fascinating it is too. The Hazel tree is monoecious, i.e. it has different male and female flowers on the same plant. The male catkins dandle down full of pollen ready to explode in a crescendo with the tiny delicate female flower receptive and all sticky ready to receive. In woods of birch and hazel if you are lucky you may see the spectacular ejaculation, a thick mist of pollen is released in synchronicity looking like fog enveloping the forest. The female ovaries then swell over the summer until autumn when the ripe fruit is ready to be plucked. So, here is the male catkins...................
Angle Tarn is a lake in Cumbria, England, about a mile north-east of Hartsop. Located at an altitude of 479 m, with a maximum depth of 9 m. The lake is very distinctive in that it resembles a fish hook in shape.
It was forecast to thunder storm in the night. A severe weather warning had been issued. I decided to brave the elements and camp out anyway, I was after all a man of danger, right?
Only my second wild camp I had pushed myself and chosen an ambitious location. A friend had joined me late on and set up her tent just over the nearest hillock. We had said our good nights and bedded down for an early night after the arduous trek with the heavy bag. Tiredness shrouded my memory of the storm forecast and I ambled along into a dreamless slumber.
I woke suddenly, very late, in the inky dark facing my tent doorway which I had left open facing the tarn.
Flashes of an electrical storm sizzled all around and to my eyes widening shock lit up a tall shadowy figure seemingly stood right outside the fucking tent!
Wearing a wide brim hat and bandaleroes, he was stick thin and cut an intimidating figure.
Discombobulated from waking into the storm.. A definite tremble in my voice accenuating my spike of fear..
I shouted this time. An escalating spiral of terror and unproportionaly intense desperation spuring my overly confident ejaculation..
He turned, way too slowly, almost creakingly, like a Sinbad skeleton, to look at me..
I woke with a start. Just before those eyes found mine.
I was facing the other way, in my vulnerable sheath of a tent.
The eerieness of the dream figure and isolated setting combined to deeply unsettle my soul. A sigh of relief involuntarily escaped my frozen lungs.
Far away the single crack of thunder left me with the hair on my arms fiizzling.
I worried, had I shouted out in my sleep. Had my nearby compatriot heard my dream cries?
Too vivid to be a regular dream, what had the spirit wanted to communicate?
Humbled by a real man of danger. These hills hold such secrets.
A Single Sperm Has 37.5 MB Of DNA Information In It. That Means A Normal Ejaculation Represents A Data Transfer Of 1587.5 TB.
That's A Lot Of Information To Swallow.
Yes, they're in a reproductive mood. But differently than you might think.
In flies, the female pokes her ovipositor into the seminal organ of the male; female is on the left in the photo, the male right. Once there, sperm ejaculate is forced into it, and she stores it until her eggs are ready to be ovideposited.
The Act is quite a feat: it usually takes at least 20 minutes and can last up to two hours. Ejaculative Time by the male is about 9 minutes. It has been claimed by entomologists that the time between those 9 minutes and those two hours shows that these Beasties enjoy what they're doing.
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I'm a young Crossdresser, T-gurl, Tranny, CD, Transvestite, what ever label you want use. I'm not Transsexual or Transgender and have no desire to live my life as a woman 24/7.
Only 70's I've been cross dressing in secret only for a short time.. My first memory of girly feelings was one night when my parents were going out.
I was fascinated to try my mom's makeup, eye shadow, lipstick etc. . I was excited about the outcome . When I looked in the mirror there was a pretty young girl looking back. I was hooked. As with many cross dressers I started young. Sneaking into my moms room and wearing her lingerie. I got caught once wearing her girdle, stockings and longline bra. Everything was resolved by her understanding behavior....
My need to dress has changed over the years, good old times, when the urge is very strong.
I love the feeling of women's tight pants, girdle, stay-up, panties long bra and being girly, even if it's just for a short time.
I also quite like being a sissy whore or leather mistress at times.
70's — I'm not sure where my pants and leather fetish came from but I do remember it was from a fairly young age. When I was in junior school (10 -11 yrs old) I became interested in women who wore the fashion of that era, long tight women’s trouser. I imagined funny, that they were using them to arouse them sexually. The style of dress was resent, I suspected that something forbidden was associated with their use... my home, seamstress mother one by a customer zipper repair, blue stir-up long trouser and curiosity woke up and I dared to secretly dress. I tremble with emotional turmoil, what an exciting thing happens when I pull women pants in my feet ? I looked at myself in front of a large mirror and felt a strong erection after taking a few steps in high heels......quickly the pants got wet from ejaculation, only soft stroking (virtual masturbation) leads to an adequate amount of arousal and production of pre-ejaculatory fluid. The moment made a big impression, the world had changed for me since then and fetishism was born.
this is from my art series named: "Jokers, fools, Freaks, Mutants and other humanoid Creatures"
This one is Goes by the name: "The Premature eruption of the camel and the volcano hidden in the ancient pyramid building just a normal Day in Danny Hennesy´s life"
the Medium ballpoint and acrylic paint and more
Came across these strange products at the flea market in Serikin, Sarawak, Borneo. Never came across my mind that people buy and use products like “Gambier or Gambir Sarawak” and animal parts to improve libido ( as claimed by the local and Indonesian sellers) at a flea market. This particular stall specializes in Gambir Sarawak, crocodile penis and home made creams from plants and animals to alleviate premature ejaculation.
Street sign: ¨Masturbation produces: physical and mental exhaustion, headaches, nervous problems, sleep loss, premature ejaculation, impotence and aging. Come and we´ll teach you conscious and wise sex in order to have physical vitality and conserve your youth. Central Anael, Free courses¨. (street sign in Barranquilla, Colombia)
Police Lieutenant Freya Vilulf seethed quietly, as she walked through the museum crime scene. The statuesque blonde’s face betrayed no emotion as she cursed her lot pretending to be a mortal police officer assigned to ‘smooth’ over supernatural events to the humans. As one of the Valkyrja or Valkyrie as the legendary choosers of the slain, she would rather be in the thick of battle than navigating mortal city politics with the supernatural community. Alas, she thought, it was her duty that brought her here and her devotion to duty meant she would excel at it, regardless of her desires. The Supernaturals tried to keep a low profile, but someone or something threw around enough magic last night, that even the ‘normals’ noticed the event.
Freya turned her attention back toward Detective Marcus Strong, who was jotting notes down as he examined the crime scene. For a human, the tall black man was a superlative detective with a talent for investigation and an honest desire to help others. Detective Strong experienced enough inexplicable situations and events to be aware of the supernatural, or as he put it ‘spooky shit’ but he was unaware of what Freya truly was.
Freya stepped up to the detective, “Got any theories Detective?”
Marcus glanced at his gorgeous boss, with only the hint of a rakish smile as he knew the woman was a ball buster with uncanny skill at unarmed combat. “Yes, but it doesn’t make sense. We have missing Egyptian mummies, several priceless artifacts and one missing professor Malinda Aeon. We have evidence on the altar of multiple sex acts with both male and female ejaculation. So, Professor Aeon has an orgy at work and then runs off with the exhibit?”
Marcus walked around the altar, “The professor was having a very good time, so I don’t see her motivation to rob the exhibit she was working on and have an orgy in the middle of the heist.” The detective pointed at the debris around the room. “My gut tells me the professor was interrupted, in flagrante delicto by whoever pulled the heist. As no one has heard from her, we assume she’s been taken captive or worse.”
Freya nodded as the detective briefed her on the scene, glancing up with a frown as a patrolman ushered in an unlikely pair. The tall man she knew well and by many names. Both hero and boogeyman to the supernatural world, his involvement did not bode well for keeping a lid on this mess.
“Morgan Talbot…” She announced with a hard edge to her voice. “What brings you to my crime scene?”
The tall man brushed a snow-white lock on his forehead and smiled wide, “Lieutenant Vilulf, always a pleasure to see you too.” His green eyes glanced around the scene before returning to Freya, “Looks like quite the party happened here.”
Detective Strong stepped forward, “I don’t need a civilian contaminating my crime scene. You’ve got two seconds before I have my officers book you for tampering with evidence.”
Freya lifted a hand and interrupted the Detective, “I’m sure Mr. Talbot was about to explain why he’s here.”
Morgan nodded at Freya, “Of course… Detective, the Egyptian government is understandably upset about the loss of their national treasures. They in turn contacted the State Department, the US Ambassador and the President of the United States. Which all trickled down to the FBI, who in turn contacted me as I have experience in artifact recovery.”
“Oh, hells no! The Feds?” Marcus exclaimed.
“Exactly, so as the jurisdiction is a little fuzzy around the edges. We’re more than willing to work with you on this case. But let me be clear, it IS a federal case.”
Lieutenant Vilulf had a pained look on her face, “Detective Strong… Marcus. I’d like to talk to the ‘Special Agent’ alone for a moment.”
Marcus looked as if he wanted to argue, but he implacable ‘ice queen’ look from the Lieutenant settled him down. “Yes ma’am… I’ll go check on the forensics team.”
Freya watched him go before turning to Morgan and May, “Federal agent… Really? My detective is not a fool, he will check your credentials.”
“While not Tunguska, Krakatoa or Santorini. There was a lot of high-level magic tossed around here and it was noticed at the highest levels. The credentials are legitimate.”
Freya snorted, “As I recall you were at all three of those events. I’d appreciate you not blowing up my city.”
“I think everyone would like to avoid that as well.”
Freya arched an eyebrow and turned to May, “Miss Nizhoni, I see you’re still keeping him out of trouble?”
May returned a dazzling smile, “As much as anyone can with someone so… ancient. So set in their ways… y’know.. And call me May, please.”
Morgan grumbled, “I prefer ‘experienced’ thank you.”
Freya shook her head, “You’re the first mystic on the scene May. Your impressions?”
May closed her eyes and opened her senses, suddenly moaning softly as her nipples hardened, “Oh God… The sexual energy in here… it almost blanks out the rest.”
May leaned up against Morgan as she struggled with the echoes of the power released in the room, “Yesss… an old ritual. Tantric… very primal. Echoes of something else too… Ancient power, very focused and brief. There’s a third, rage… demonic rage and frustration.”
May gave Morgan a look full of heat and desire, “Three powers; Wild primal sexual, an ancient power inhuman and very focused. Finally, something demonic was here too.”
Freya nodded, “So our missing Professor and her orgy?”
“Definitely the sexual energy, was she one of the ‘community’?”
“No, that’s the first thing I checked.” Freya replied.
“What came after concerns me the most.” Morgan added. “Someone dabbled in some tantric ritual and got noticed. But by who or what?”
“That’s what you get to find out ‘Special Agent’. Work with my detective, he’s not fully clued in, but he’s got suspicions. Just don’t get him killed.”
Just a male thing in a fresh morning
Typha plants are conspicuous and hence have many common names. They may be known in British English as bulrush, or reedmace, in American English as cattail, catninetail, punks, or corn dog grass, in Australia as cumbungi or bulrush, and in New Zealand as raupo.
Typha leaves are alternate and mostly basal to a simple, jointless stem that eventually bears the flowering spikes. Typha plants are monoecious and bear unisexual, wind-pollinated flowers, developing in dense spikes. The numerous male flowers form a narrow spike at the top of the vertical stem. Each male (staminate) flower is reduced to a pair of stamens and hairs, and withers once the pollen is shed. The very large numbers of tiny female flowers form a dense, sausage-shaped spike on the stem below the male spike — in larger species this can be up to 30 centimetres (12 in) long. When ripe the heads disintegrate into dense cottony fluff, from which the seeds disperse by wind.
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It is not for nothing that we nicknamed Edouard, Camille and Paul the fantastic three. These northern friends are three inseparable accomplices always ready to try all kinds of new experiences. Despite the imposed acrobatic positions, they really rock in this beautiful and explosive trio on the pool table.
So the year's up and everyone's posting ejaculations of their favorite stuff on a big MS paint file then posting it on this cozy home we call Flickr. Now, I had a hard time making these because as vain as it sounds all of my pics this past year have been good. So much so that I couldn't fit them all into one photographic end of the year bukake. Look around on this one for a bit then go to the next one.
At a party at the Malabar Sec Club minds and bodies heat up and in this very suitable setting it doesn’t take much for it to turn into a huge orgy! 8 guys all intensely sucking and fucking.
While Anthony was masturbating in the shower, Baptiste gets up to a little voyeurism and watches through the door left ajar. The 18 Year old twink starts to jerk in turn and Anthony who invited him to join him. The boys suck each other in the hot water before heading to the bedroom.
Baptist who has only just gotten over his hard fucking by Dr Fox recently into his friend Xavier in the Doctors office after Xavier gets alerted by the weird sounds he hears. Both the boys are feeling a little frisky still and one thing will certainly lead to another!
After having played soccer all the afternoon, Yoan Desanges, aged 18 is in undressing in his bedroom, still sweaty and covered in mud when his friend Anthony arrives. At the sight of Yoan's little white shorts which he Can see the bulging outline of his dick appearing, Anthony cannot resist jumping on him.
This one is named: "Organic Hive-city Colony of Collaborating Alien species Spawn simultaneously in to the Open atmosphere "
Media: Bic-biro pen, acrylics and some other stuff on cardboard
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