tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47176127816046610092024-02-20T12:54:33.749-08:00The Secretive SlutLiving out our fantasies in private... and letting the world read about them.The Secretive Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089010587420949545noreply@blogger.comBlogger136125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717612781604661009.post-25277356272763302392012-01-23T10:05:00.000-08:002012-01-23T10:08:56.759-08:00Thanks V+R!No doubt we have mostly faded, but it is so nice to read that we have inspired at least one great couple! Look how far you guys have gone!<div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.whackmagazine.com/2012/01/19/violet-rye-—-“we-take-photos-make-videos-and-share-stories-it’s-fucking-fun-so-why-not-do-it”/">So very flattered and grateful! </a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>The Secretive Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089010587420949545noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717612781604661009.post-57679914736815521102011-03-03T19:23:00.000-08:002011-03-03T19:44:01.377-08:00Toy Review: "Lil Pearl Pleasure Sleeve"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Cane and I are always up for trying new things... so, when </span><a href="http://www.TheirToys.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">TheirToys.com</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> offered to send us a "toy" of our choosing to review, we said, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Why not?!"</span></i></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We chose something on the cheaper end of the spectrum. It's always nice to discover sex toys and accessories that don't cost a fortune (sure, glass dildos and Liberation ramps are lovely ... but most of us don't have hundreds of dollars to spend on these things). Enter our choice ... the "</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><a href="http://theirtoys.com/catalog/product/view/id/8526/s/lil-pearl-pleasure-sleeve/category/379/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Lil' Pearl Pleasure Sleeve</span></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Seemed simple enough. Cane puts it on his cock, and then it's business as usual ... except that the packaging promised that the "pleasure bumps" would stimulate me beyond the "usual." It is also made of 100% silicone, which means it contains </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">no</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> toxins, nor is it porous (materials that are can house bacteria despite cleaning).</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Cane already leaves my pussy dripping and pleased, so surely this would take it to the next level? And it seemed like the tightness of the device would even act as a sort of cock ring for him--after all, it had a bit of a vice-like grip on his appendage. He admitted it was uncomfortable a bit at first, but "in a good way..."; it was VERY tight on him!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Now to the entry. I braced myself, curious to see if the pleasure bumps really made a difference in addition to a little more girth than I am currently used to. Beyond feeling a couple of the nubs pressing against the point of entry at every re-entrance, there weren't really any fireworks. One of the bumps continuously grated against my opening, and it felt good in that odd sort of friction one feels against rubber when one is only used to skin on skin. (yes, we did use an ample amount of lube). </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We went all the way to climax still using it, but both of us agreed that it wasn't what we expected, but that really isn't bad...and even though it was given to us complimentary, the price is still spot-on! I'm actually curious about </span><a href="http://theirtoys.com/penis-sleeves-c-28-95.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">some of their other penis sleeves</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">... but a girl's got to admit, nothin' can beat a plain 'ol</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> cock!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Thanks to </span><a href="http://theirtoys.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">TheirToys.com</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> for letting us try it out! I think I have some shopping to do!</span></span></div>The Secretive Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089010587420949545noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717612781604661009.post-75257875254139367182011-01-25T08:45:00.000-08:002011-01-25T09:14:14.120-08:00Advice: Pussy & Complications<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 16px; "><i>"i would like to tell you about a man that can eat some good damn pussy and can make love the best i have had in 29 yrs... OMG i would have loved to meet him 29 yrs ago. i just hope that he wants to make me his soon..... it's complicated and i just want to get past this point.... what do you do when there is another woman involved.... we've wanted each other for many years... please tell me what to do.... i think i LOVE him."</i></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#222222;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#222222;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">First off, my sympathies that you are now only experiencing great oral sex in your life. Better late than never, eh? But more importantly, what to do? However, there is too little information here:</span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#222222;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#222222;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">How long has this affair been going on? Is the other woman his wife? Do they have children? Does his wife know about you? Do they have an open-relationship? What has he told you to lead you to hope that "he wants to make you his..." </span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#222222;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#222222;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Listen, you obviously have feelings that run deeper than flesh. But the torrid nature of your relationship with him can potentially be misleading. The blatant fact is, no matter how well you think you know him... you do not have a normal, grounded, basic relationship with this man because he is leading a (most likely) dishonest life. And that does not lay a good foundation for you two for any future you may have with him.</span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#222222;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#222222;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Right now, everything is heightened,secretive... fun. And while that might be exciting...sneaking off with him, slipping into the shadows to have mind-blowing sex, only to leave separately, panging with anticipation when it will happen again....</span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#222222;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#222222;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;">During these heightened-aspects, he's a great guy; sweet, passionate, attentive. You have no idea what he's like day in/out, or what will happen when sex becomes routine. Will the fire maintain? Or will he go looking for new thrills on the side, like it seems he might be doing with you?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#222222;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#222222;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;">Again, I have to little information to make a solid assessment. But your query does pose one all-encompassing question that you must ask yourself: how do <b>you</b> like being the <i>other</i> woman?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#222222;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#222222;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;">Because that what you are. No matter how loveless the relationship may be with his gf/wife... right now, and for an indefinite future, he's keeping you as his other woman.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#222222;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#222222;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;">Right now, he's buying your pride with orgasms and delivering nothing else. I hope they're as good as you say. </span></span></div>The Secretive Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089010587420949545noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717612781604661009.post-74540896635845513762011-01-25T08:43:00.001-08:002011-01-25T08:43:26.074-08:00Jez, when you cuckold or MMF with Cane, do you plan on asking a friend or finding a stranger?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Christ, never a friend. Evveeer. First of all, even IF any of them were remotely attractive, the weirdness factor post-romp would be too much to handle. Secondly, see first half of previous sentence. Which leaves the question, where would we even start??</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://www.formspring.me/secretiveslut?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">What do you want to know?</a></p>The Secretive Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089010587420949545noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717612781604661009.post-79964687182969998212011-01-25T08:31:00.000-08:002011-01-25T08:38:41.347-08:00Getting Comfortable With Fantasies<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I find it fascinating to hear people talk about relationships ... and how love fades and excitement wanes.<i> "You have to keep working at it"</i> is advice frequently tossed around, and though I see the value in the lesson, I find the delivery outright depressing. Ever since I first realized I was in love with Cain, I couldn't imagine not being giddy about him. Familiarity hasn't brought boredom ... instead it's brought greater security and confidence in US. There isn't a single thing I'm afraid to talk to him about, suggest or confess. If butterflies flee in wake of such bonding and closeness ... well, I can live without the butterflies. I don't think I could live without the level I've achieved with Cain--or the safety I feel in being my complete self.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Yeah, yeah, yeah ... I'm probably boring half of you and annoying the crap out of the rest. Love is great, love is grand ... blah, blah, blah. I'm annoying myself. But I have a point to make here.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">On a recent excursion to the a "toy" store, I was amused that my very forthright Cane got shy and embarrassed when I would walk over to him with a dildo in my hands. I didn't think twice about it. I am secure with him and I know he's secure with me. I just forgot that his security is WITH ME and not with the rest of the world. He wasn't so keen on a bunch of strangers witnessing our assessment of potential purchases (especially when I was asking "do you think you'd enjoy this in your ass?"). He completely weirded out and I felt badly about it. I started to feel a little rejected ... that is, until I thought about the fact that I am blessed with his confidence and willingness to share such a private side of himself with me. I appreciate that. I'm grateful for it. And I doubt I'd be so cocky (pun intended) about juggling dildos in a sex shop if the man I adore and feel so secure with wasn't with me.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I think this is why I find my comfort with certain fantasies has increased with time. You know what I mean ... there are those things that turn us on in our heads ... and then there are the things we actually are willing to talk about or do in real life. I think its a sad (but true) reality in this world that many couples are most terrified of sharing their fantasies and desire with each other. Many women are scared to death of coming off like a "slut" to their men ... and many men are terrified of weirding out their ladies, or even more scared of revealing things that might make them "seem gay." It's rather tragic that people wind up hiding so much of themselves from the ones they should be the most comfortable with ... and this is why I find myself grateful for the openness I have with Cain.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">He can talk about sharing me with another guy ... or watching me with another guy ... and it doesn't make me afraid he doesn't love me. It doesn't make me question his commitment. I'm not afraid he's gay because he gets rip-roaring hard at the idea of a threesome with another guy. I get turned on watching him get turned on. These fantasies have merged with mine in such a way that I feel ownership of them. </span></span><a href="http://thesecretiveslut.blogspot.com/2011/01/web-vid-wednesdayon-thurs.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Last weeks' video</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> had me soaking wet. I kept thinking the entire time about how hot it would be to give Cain what he wants ... and to be right there with him.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN1DDNnu8w2mebrM9eC1P__8ApWI8TLc2ZAYI_kB0gQWP82FxpBlGTBzEe-_25XFstrHfsHCvVoHTiB1KA2Gn4QJ9ZfEp5onAZsXChCpGQMNgq9l7nS584d51127XiFIJsz9aHTjPyaCg/s1600/tumblr_l6lc5qMhJP1qzw9y2o1_500.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN1DDNnu8w2mebrM9eC1P__8ApWI8TLc2ZAYI_kB0gQWP82FxpBlGTBzEe-_25XFstrHfsHCvVoHTiB1KA2Gn4QJ9ZfEp5onAZsXChCpGQMNgq9l7nS584d51127XiFIJsz9aHTjPyaCg/s400/tumblr_l6lc5qMhJP1qzw9y2o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566162745609859538" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px; " /></span></span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So, this girl is an advocate of relationships that have grown and become stable and butterfly free. You might love the excitement of new love ... but I prefer the kind you can look right in the eye and ask, "Can I stick this in your ass?" That's real love right there and it's a happiness no money will ever be able to buy.</span></span></div>The Secretive Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089010587420949545noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717612781604661009.post-30840268078130936642011-01-05T22:09:00.000-08:002011-01-09T17:46:38.638-08:00Web-Vid Wednesday<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Already off to a great start by posting late...but hey...</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1xFCgqilMxIVW4z_UOrTVCWTFOtLm4n6zRf-fG7rNarB_d9Na3BxFmqCd8vtmykNJTaNdTYAJcOUjUnnXlsQ1LRnIoWvoGsjo2ABrRHGqqqe5f29zMMRk2AFt4it5AYKoBZ1YK7Lt40E/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-01-05+at+7.15.41+PM.png"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1xFCgqilMxIVW4z_UOrTVCWTFOtLm4n6zRf-fG7rNarB_d9Na3BxFmqCd8vtmykNJTaNdTYAJcOUjUnnXlsQ1LRnIoWvoGsjo2ABrRHGqqqe5f29zMMRk2AFt4it5AYKoBZ1YK7Lt40E/s400/Screen+shot+2011-01-05+at+7.15.41+PM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560366122369062626" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px; " /></span></span></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><a href="http://www.youjizz.com/videos/tori-black-first-dp-2180742.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Click here</span></a></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">! (but come back!)</span><br /><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Jez says</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">: </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">When Cane sent me a link to this video, he told me the "prologue" was worth the price of admission alone. He was right. Watch the first minute. Just listening to this chick compare her first DP to “flying” made my day. I think she was serious. And as ridiculous as her attempt at a poetic metaphor might be, I was so wet by the time the video ended that all I could do was pounce Cane immediately. Sorry, Cane ... I don't think you minded.<br /><br /></span></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKI_TeI4cJcxQLbf5HHkLPetcNIKQDrQHjz45N2cYOhyphenhyphenY6br0JwKSdT_URl7FIlHcHQGDSjxoQycyiJ8KXfbmx9PhWHeoUjukDMqPUlIQWp-jcHqQw2tQt795xmuOCn5erU4cBk6s40ac/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-01-05+at+7.14.23+PM.png"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKI_TeI4cJcxQLbf5HHkLPetcNIKQDrQHjz45N2cYOhyphenhyphenY6br0JwKSdT_URl7FIlHcHQGDSjxoQycyiJ8KXfbmx9PhWHeoUjukDMqPUlIQWp-jcHqQw2tQt795xmuOCn5erU4cBk6s40ac/s400/Screen+shot+2011-01-05+at+7.14.23+PM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560366099982296546" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px; " /></span></span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br />There is definitely something awesome about seeing someone NOT filter their responses to a sex act. I think most anyone is tempted to do it when on camera ... refrain from a genuine O-face (because we look like we're having a seizure) or try to make sure we are only sounding and looking sexy, etc. It's normal to be a little self aware, I guess ... but its really hot to watch this girl let it all go. Her face conveys every internal reaction to each touch, push, thrust, caress and motion. I was worried she was having a stroke at one point. But the beauty of that is how you KNOW beyond a shadow of a doubt that it feels amazing. And by the time its over, you kind of want to know what it feels like to "fly" like that too. (Yeah ... I tried to use the metaphor as a joke ... but it still sounds unbelievably hilarious to compare a DP to flying)<br /><br />Bonus points for the fact that they left her panties on (always turns me on) and the way the one guy pulled her hair. This scenario is one of Cane's favorite fantasies ... and if this is his strategy for making it a reality, then he's done well.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1XD_y2zQYBTuXrpvR9morMAUm1nSxdrtqH1nPOC007yXxCE0AQIoY_BvxQjWMam9Oo6JsRMgATPjx-0lyPmtBDDO22Mn60SCZEy43vro7rxIXMKTMHWEDE1pwg5ZY4WWQ4rW-_GUJ4lQ/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-01-05+at+7.16.40+PM.png"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1XD_y2zQYBTuXrpvR9morMAUm1nSxdrtqH1nPOC007yXxCE0AQIoY_BvxQjWMam9Oo6JsRMgATPjx-0lyPmtBDDO22Mn60SCZEy43vro7rxIXMKTMHWEDE1pwg5ZY4WWQ4rW-_GUJ4lQ/s400/Screen+shot+2011-01-05+at+7.16.40+PM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560366118316314530" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px; " /></span></span></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Cane says:</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> First off, where can I get that chair-- the one they use in the beginning when split-roasting her (such a crass term, yet so apt)... that chair seems like it was made exactly for what it’s being used for in this scenario. Genius. Secondly, like Jez said... the prologue is f-ing amazing, comparing the child wonder of symbolically flying, to getting her first DP: </span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">“... watch me fly!” </span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">But you know what... she’s genuine. She’s truly excited about it... and by her expressions, truly overwhelmed when it finally happens. </span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">“ I never knew...I never knew... I never knew...” </span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">she utters, referring, of course, to the feeling of two cocks in her at once, completely exhausted after her 3rd orgasm, while the guys continue to pound away.<br /><br />There is something so deliciously dirty about </span></span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:DoublePenetration.svg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">DP</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> that captures my sexual imagination... something I could never experience, yet sympathetically wish it upon and am excited about it for women... Jez namely. To me it’s the ultimate sex act, perhaps only trumped by the “</span></span><a href="http://www.redhotsmut.com/fucking/linda-ray-triple-penetration-eurosexparties.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Airtight</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">”, which is a DP, plus a 3rd cock in the woman’s mouth. But then you’re getting into heavy group/gang-bang stuff, which is fine, but next level shit-- funny I call that “next level”, but keep DP in perspective like it’s “above average”, but still within a certain realm of reasonability. HA! My Catholic parents would turn over in their graves. If they were dead. Or still Catholic.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTb1NoUDxgRv89SW9t5GmRzxwxvhdu9KLyR8H9gYyrD2uNvZdILFRBNkZ4pXors03mAKxHg5wWokqtUHqBDcXnSS0yRBRXkcC31v-6nDIYx5UZJlTBDb3W8zf7MsXVbBn6p__97fYVE2E/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-01-05+at+7.15.14+PM.png"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTb1NoUDxgRv89SW9t5GmRzxwxvhdu9KLyR8H9gYyrD2uNvZdILFRBNkZ4pXors03mAKxHg5wWokqtUHqBDcXnSS0yRBRXkcC31v-6nDIYx5UZJlTBDb3W8zf7MsXVbBn6p__97fYVE2E/s400/Screen+shot+2011-01-05+at+7.15.14+PM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560366106007333346" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px; " /></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:12pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVma15BEVM_p3hQ3z2XxBsnN9aK0EmLuDcKyrssweX7NCPawl2-Pv0vhODjaiXG122xGO1b3Z6YH7aH9Od5PaZwhJ_6lBZpeqe79Kzp1z4Y3jHLpiTxuTEjI9yWx-NJwzYm3lgVcjjCj0/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-01-05+at+7.16.12+PM.png"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVma15BEVM_p3hQ3z2XxBsnN9aK0EmLuDcKyrssweX7NCPawl2-Pv0vhODjaiXG122xGO1b3Z6YH7aH9Od5PaZwhJ_6lBZpeqe79Kzp1z4Y3jHLpiTxuTEjI9yWx-NJwzYm3lgVcjjCj0/s400/Screen+shot+2011-01-05+at+7.16.12+PM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560366110824154898" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px; " /></span></span></a><br /></span></div></div></div></div>The Secretive Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089010587420949545noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717612781604661009.post-69940702452506027412011-01-04T15:59:00.000-08:002011-01-04T21:25:19.934-08:00Happy Sexy 2011<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Before we delve into it... </span></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">sidenote</span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-- can you believe it’s friggin’ 2011?? I mean, that just sounds so </span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">future-y</span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. Granted, I was...</span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">uh</span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">... only just born in 1993 (</span></span><a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/fib"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">it’s the truth</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">), but still it seems like 2011 was supposed to be some distant, science-fiction dystopian future, where we had flying cars, were unknowingly fed the reprocessed bodies of our dead, and the entirety of Earth’s population is dressed in identical metallic/reflective jump-suits. That, or the zombie-epidemic forces the surviving 1% of Earth’s population to band together into small, spread-out pockets in a vain hope of restarting civilization whilst traversing ruined cities, fending off marauding biker gangs and the undead..... all the while morale slowly drains amongst them which then quickly spirals into the group turning on themselves....<br /><br />....but instead, in 2011, we just have these:</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfVwFtAJyjHxq7iY1ioEVJJEnWemb1k9a3k6KuFgU8tzwndkNNs4CA1Q7sNhRfuYsLStAn4y61nFjzmNtI794Ux24G8Oy85VT0NAoNxaxJ11QUj0M05KJru5fegcgHuVfuxUnTOO_z-v0/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-01-04+at+4.47.04+PM.png"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfVwFtAJyjHxq7iY1ioEVJJEnWemb1k9a3k6KuFgU8tzwndkNNs4CA1Q7sNhRfuYsLStAn4y61nFjzmNtI794Ux24G8Oy85VT0NAoNxaxJ11QUj0M05KJru5fegcgHuVfuxUnTOO_z-v0/s400/Screen+shot+2011-01-04+at+4.47.04+PM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558567443252771058" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 201px; " /></span></span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.... I guess they’ll hold me over until we invent warp-drives.... just so long as you don’t wear your Bluetooth headset anywhere else besides INSIDE your car. Seriously people... don’t be “that guy”. You’re not cool. Wearing one in public will not make girls turn, swoon, then fall on their knees and blow you right in front of Cinnabon. Motto for 2011: </span></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Keep It In the Car.</span></span></strong></div><div><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But I digress.<br /><br />So once again, </span></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">HAPPY NEW YEAR!</span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> I hope you all spent it like we did (below). Note, I did not mean to infer that is actually us. That’s my sister Tina... “the crazy one”. Pictured is her “midnight kiss”. She had just met that guy, like 10 seconds before midnight. She’s very forward, I know... but that’s why we call her “Crazy Tina”.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcVmUt4VCURs1a7TMhXr_fFc2VVcaIMwduMpfzFBeTvhBPmqq4BmAWcDghEkZ2nI5o51kO2NS7QIst5pG_Cy4F7Wde95tCESg50x67j8AYEyJYWuRFQMekWUU-SP1JNLCIB1saDH0FO6s/s1600/tumblr_lard124fV41qzw9y2o1_500.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcVmUt4VCURs1a7TMhXr_fFc2VVcaIMwduMpfzFBeTvhBPmqq4BmAWcDghEkZ2nI5o51kO2NS7QIst5pG_Cy4F7Wde95tCESg50x67j8AYEyJYWuRFQMekWUU-SP1JNLCIB1saDH0FO6s/s400/tumblr_lard124fV41qzw9y2o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558567279065305330" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 325px; " /></span></span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">...Ok, that’s not Tina. I don’t even have a sister named Tina. But whoever that is, that’s one great way to ring in the new year.<br /><br />So, where have we been and </span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">what the hell happened?....</span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /><br />Well, darlings, </span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">life</span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> happened, as it has been ever since I was born (back in 1993). And turns out “living” actually means having to pay people in Washington, whom I’ll never see or meet, pretty much all of the money I make annually. Cane, too. And since they want more money every year, we have to work longer and harder... and then suddenly, we haven’t posted in 9 months.<br /><br />Indeed, I wish we could regale you with stories of torrid group-sex, midnight strangers in my bed while Cane listened in the other room, orgy-binges, bi-sexual encounters, rampant DP’s, and cream-pies all around....but alas, there was nary a dildo to be had---- in any hole, Cane’s or mine. Truth is, we turned into boring, exhausted adults, coupled with boring vanilla sex. Well, boring to YOU loyal readers, but not to us :-)<br /><br />We started this blog as a tool to improve our communication about our sexual desires and fantasies... and to hopefully realize a few, and at the very least, vet them all, if only for cathartic means.<br /><br />...but reading and talking all the time is </span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">bor-ing!! </span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We do have an audience: over 200k site hits and #76 in </span></span><a href="http://www.betweenmysheets.com/top-100-sex-bloggers-of-2010"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Top 100 sex-bloggers of 2010</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">!!! (not sure how official that poll or ranking is, but we’ll take it graciously!).... and that audience (aka, you guys) needs to be carnally sated...<br /><br />So, this year our motivation is YOU... our loyal readers; we don’t want to let you down, so along with our usual featured installments, editorials, pictures, videos, and observations..... we want you to come along </span></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">as we pioneer territories</span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> still unknown to us... that is to say, </span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">our darkest fantasies we have still yet to realize</span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. Yes, we are actually going to gather up the courage and DO THESE (well, at least some) while we’re still young, relatively attractive, and the siege with gravity is not yet lost.<br /><br />What are these fantasies? Some we’ve talked about, some we haven’t. I’m sure you can guess a few, and I’m sure you have no idea what you’re in store for... but you’ll be along for the ride.<br /><br />I can’t promise you all 52 weeks of 2011 are going to be jammed packed with ample content.... remember life is still kicking our asses daily... </span></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">but we can promise you we are back..</span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. <strong></strong>and it should be one hell of a year!<br /><br />So, as always, </span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">stay tuned kiddies....<br /></span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />... and until then, here are some </span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">fine fuckin’ pictures</span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> (literally!) of yours truly and the man of her life.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvAUGHrkqowXyaiRGsDibWXsijpU-EhRGe-cAmu0KiB0XvAuuCOPI-2CYKkYrcXo4pvpWVOXswaykvZXcJHfv8ybEKUmUleJiLFIUxjx4CRATq2ooFyrbCLz-Ygy5zNKw93Z-4kaX2Jvo/s1600/IMG_9951.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvAUGHrkqowXyaiRGsDibWXsijpU-EhRGe-cAmu0KiB0XvAuuCOPI-2CYKkYrcXo4pvpWVOXswaykvZXcJHfv8ybEKUmUleJiLFIUxjx4CRATq2ooFyrbCLz-Ygy5zNKw93Z-4kaX2Jvo/s400/IMG_9951.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558567868566362594" style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></span></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhPKCsGEpYX5YnpYvfy50kjVMjKQUIEFbZmtDsaaZs01NLv0wfbV5cA2gM76H9eooe1wr3bcGnku54606sODY66WHjYNJHkla1BCj_XPpBokl_NU_R2nk96j-SVCiwR2Sm9wqjGW0sXxE/s1600/IMG_9968.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhPKCsGEpYX5YnpYvfy50kjVMjKQUIEFbZmtDsaaZs01NLv0wfbV5cA2gM76H9eooe1wr3bcGnku54606sODY66WHjYNJHkla1BCj_XPpBokl_NU_R2nk96j-SVCiwR2Sm9wqjGW0sXxE/s400/IMG_9968.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558567960243610690" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></span></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE1u9RPI5PLLzm_mzYVENI_wlOOJEWIqkxAMXP0XOAQrhiQKSK2QKgKsh60A6-1pCFQWsHJ0RYhyphenhyphenX3U8rIdpgH63e2-NCOt85AUMvjBf2ary7MVLBUiDkQD8nJvg7YA47R_PTrQSx6tEU/s1600/IMG_9967.JPG"></a><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">All rights, “The Secretive Slut” 2011.</span></span></em></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />...and for fuck’s sake, if you’re going to repost these, do us the courtesy of linking back to our blog. xxox!!</span></span><br /></div></div>The Secretive Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089010587420949545noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717612781604661009.post-31199509267774424172011-01-03T23:29:00.000-08:002011-01-03T23:35:51.004-08:00She Returns...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Guess who, darlings? Yes, that's me. </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And I'm back.</span></span></i><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Stay tuned...</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8KyHMqXLl92W2iF1FGSu5NGMUyy9qhxZeOQzOmn6JsIV0rfIcKYs8CMeNxWs2aqPSLM_vK2HnfKW30FNwSSN-KcV04nad_Xt0i14Kyh3krDn1HhcZF6xiE1adcFj0tNw7IwqXZDWkZcs/s1600/IMG_9956.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8KyHMqXLl92W2iF1FGSu5NGMUyy9qhxZeOQzOmn6JsIV0rfIcKYs8CMeNxWs2aqPSLM_vK2HnfKW30FNwSSN-KcV04nad_Xt0i14Kyh3krDn1HhcZF6xiE1adcFj0tNw7IwqXZDWkZcs/s400/IMG_9956.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558230797957564738" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div>The Secretive Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089010587420949545noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717612781604661009.post-52070342687869689642010-09-29T20:23:00.001-07:002010-09-29T20:23:54.906-07:00Do you watch porn? If so, what do you watch?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">More than anything we CRAVE watching attractive people fuck. No, not talking about uber-models, but jesus christ, just any guy who is moderately in shape, not greasy and gross, and any woman who isn't bleach-blonde, fake-titted, and looks like she's been on meth for years!</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/secretiveslut?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">What do you want to know?</a></p>The Secretive Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089010587420949545noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717612781604661009.post-27572903334120753242010-09-29T20:22:00.001-07:002010-09-29T20:22:29.170-07:00When are you going to post something new?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Oy! I know, I'm so sorry. Hopefully soon, though!</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/secretiveslut?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">What do you want to know?</a></p>The Secretive Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089010587420949545noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717612781604661009.post-91871157493297584942010-09-29T20:21:00.003-07:002010-09-29T20:21:57.570-07:00do you cuckle him?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">He wishes!</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/secretiveslut?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">What do you want to know?</a></p>The Secretive Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089010587420949545noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717612781604661009.post-27828157630834753242010-09-29T20:21:00.001-07:002010-09-29T20:21:44.840-07:00Have you ever queefed while cane had his face buried up in there?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">HAHAHAHAHA! Not sure if this is serious or not, but this is freakin' hilarious. Answer is no, but still funny!</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/secretiveslut?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">What do you want to know?</a></p>The Secretive Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089010587420949545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717612781604661009.post-62782001896707660022010-09-09T20:21:00.001-07:002010-09-09T20:21:22.663-07:00I think your photos are amazingly artistic. What is your favorite place to fuck?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Hey thanks! We try. Hating to sound vanilla, but favorite place to fuck is the bed... as we can drift off comfortably while enjoying the orgasm after-glow. Nothing beats the after-sex nap. Nothing.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/secretiveslut?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">What do you want to know?</a></p>The Secretive Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089010587420949545noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717612781604661009.post-36543748465979811982010-09-09T20:20:00.001-07:002010-09-09T20:20:09.493-07:00Cane: What does your partner's vaginal juices taste like?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Rich and creamy, my man!</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/secretiveslut?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">What do you want to know?</a></p>The Secretive Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089010587420949545noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717612781604661009.post-90503305522442271892010-09-09T20:19:00.001-07:002010-09-09T20:19:47.801-07:00Are you a teaser?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">No. I bare it all.<br /><a href="http://thesecretiveslut.blogspot.com/2010/01/ass-wrap.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" class="nofollow">http://thesecretiveslut.blogspot.com/2010/01/ass-wrap.html</a></p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/secretiveslut?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">What do you want to know?</a></p>The Secretive Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089010587420949545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717612781604661009.post-14988204389167440132010-09-09T20:18:00.005-07:002010-09-09T20:18:55.076-07:00What qualities would the ideal man for a threesome with you and cane have?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Great question. Look for future post.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/secretiveslut?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">What do you want to know?</a></p>The Secretive Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089010587420949545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717612781604661009.post-65597680976599482322010-09-09T20:18:00.003-07:002010-09-09T20:18:44.080-07:00What do you think of penis that are not completely straight?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Will it still work? PS: no man's penis is completely straight; all have some degree of curve. Some more than others.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/secretiveslut?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">What do you want to know?</a></p>The Secretive Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089010587420949545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717612781604661009.post-90689549055786620132010-09-09T20:18:00.001-07:002010-09-09T20:18:06.326-07:00What kind of bras and panties do you have?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">I think V.C. is the standard, go-to for any gal. But since I'm naked so much, not really worth it to spring for La Perla</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/secretiveslut?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">What do you want to know?</a></p>The Secretive Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089010587420949545noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717612781604661009.post-49502385684007237582010-09-09T20:16:00.001-07:002010-09-09T20:16:45.558-07:00What nationalies are you and Cane?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">We're both from Earth.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/secretiveslut?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">What do you want to know?</a></p>The Secretive Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089010587420949545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717612781604661009.post-61932037619462634052010-09-06T12:25:00.001-07:002010-09-06T12:25:36.788-07:00What does cane's semen taste like?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Did you ever see the scene in the original Charlie & the Chocolate Factory where they first enter the willy wonka chocolate waterfall room? It tastes like that looks.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/secretiveslut?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">What do you want to know?</a></p>The Secretive Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089010587420949545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717612781604661009.post-49245982490070707832010-09-06T12:13:00.001-07:002010-09-06T12:13:05.933-07:00How long will I have to wait to see the picture I requested?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Have a little patience. We are real people with real lives and obligations. As soon as we have time alone we plan on taking care of business.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/secretiveslut?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">What do you want to know?</a></p>The Secretive Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089010587420949545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717612781604661009.post-45844747277335019212010-09-06T12:12:00.001-07:002010-09-06T12:12:18.903-07:00Are you good at giving blowjobs?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">It would be tragic if I wasn't. Blowjobs are Cane's favorite thing in the world. I'm extremely talented--and LOVE giving them. Nothing gets me wetter than having a cock in my mouth.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/secretiveslut?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">What do you want to know?</a></p>The Secretive Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089010587420949545noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717612781604661009.post-37150026411271515342010-09-06T12:10:00.001-07:002010-09-06T12:10:02.926-07:00What do you think of when you masturbate? Other than having sex with cane.<p class="formspringmeAnswer">I wrote about this a little while ago. Cane's fantasy has become my own. The idea of him giving me to someone else and watching me get fucked and violated. I feel powerless and utterly turned on.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/secretiveslut?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">What do you want to know?</a></p>The Secretive Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089010587420949545noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717612781604661009.post-7887773364374204502010-09-06T11:33:00.001-07:002010-09-06T11:33:27.998-07:00Have your neighbors ever complained of the noise coming from your house?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">More like we get funny looks and stifled giggles from a few neighbors. I don't blame them. The way I scream, I'd be thinking about it when I saw me on the street, too.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/secretiveslut?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">What do you want to know?</a></p>The Secretive Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089010587420949545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717612781604661009.post-53560219480907436582010-09-06T11:32:00.003-07:002010-09-06T11:32:37.071-07:00How many dildo's do you have?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Three.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/secretiveslut?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">What do you want to know?</a></p>The Secretive Sluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14089010587420949545noreply@blogger.com0