I'm a 24 year old man who loves posing for nude pictures. (Yes, I had a birthday at the beginning of November!!!) I'm on here just to have fun and see what kind of reaction my pics get, maybe even meet some hot ladies for some Internet fun, but I am married so the fun ends there. And believe me when I say, if she knew I was on this site she would kill me! (Then again, that's part of the appeal to it. ;) ) I love getting PMs and make it a point to answer them all, even if I can't answer right away. Something that people seem to enjoy, and that I've started to enjoy doing, is cum on their pics. Ladies, if you don't mind doing some special sexy poses for me, I'll give your pics all the cum you want. >:)
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Sunday, October 16, 2005, 6:16:32 AM- Raider's Rant 16-Oct-2005 | ||
Ain't this a bitch... I think there's a problem with the PC cable that came with my digital camera, and thus must obtain a new one. Until I do, though, I won't be able to post any more pics. It's a shame too, because I had some requests for cum to fill this weekend, but now I won't be able to post them. | ||
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Saturday, October 15, 2005, 3:24:25 PM- Raider's Rant 16-Oct-2005 | ||
I just want to say thank you to all the people who take time to post public comments on my pictures or to send me private messages... keep them cumming (I mean coming!) | ||
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Thursday, October 13, 2005, 4:31:27 AM- Yay!!! | ||
I'm off the Least Viewed List!!! LOL | ||
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Wednesday, October 12, 2005, 2:27:06 PM- "The Ethereal Plane" Part 1 | ||||||
This is an erotic story that I recently finished writing... hope you all enjoy it. ---------------------------------------------------------------- The Ethereal Plane was one of northern California's best kept secrets. The high-end customers who frequented the day spa were treated with higher-than-high-end care. Manicures, pedicures, hair treatments, body massages, and just about any pampering a rich suburbanite could want could be had here, and at prices not too far above those of similar facilities in large cities. A nearby college ensured that the establishment was frequented by customers of all demographics. One unique thing about this particular spa, however, was that in the massage and depilation rooms, sexual activity frequently took place between the therapists and their clients! Mind you, this was not a whorehouse of any sort; both males and females staffed the place, and prices for massages or any other service remained the same across the board. All payments took place before sessions, and since the therapists worked in little or no clothing, there was no place to hide any extra cash they might receive, plus they were searched thoroughly at the end of each shift. Any sex that occurred was strictly consensual, and payments or tips behind closed doors were forbidden. If a client found his or her therapist particularly attractive, and the therapist was willing, then they would do whatever their own individual limits allowed them to. One Wednesday morning, the phone rang around 10:00. The receptionist answered, "Ethereal Plane Day Spa, this is Genevieve, how may I help you sir or ma'am?" "Good morning Genevieve, this is Mrs. Redmond. I'm running a little late this morning, but I just wanted to call to confirm my weekly massage appointment." If Ethereal had one client that they would jump through flaming hoops over a pit of poison-tipped spikes to keep happy, it was Delilah Redmond. Between her inheritance from her grandfather and her husband being one of the richest men in the community, she could afford to spend five out of every seven days in the salon. On Monday it was the tanning beds, Tuesday a full body wax, Wednesday a full body massage, Thursday was hair, nails and toes, and Friday she capped her week off with a facial in the morning and make-up in the evening before she went out on the town. Genevieve calmly asked Mrs. Redmond to hold for a moment, which she was taken aback at as such had never happened to her before. Genevieve immediately called the manager, Rosalyn Garrison. "Yes, Vivi, what is it?" "Mrs. Redmond is calling to confirm her appointment this morning!" "Didn't you call her last night to reschedule because Greg is on vacation?" Gregory Rhodes was the spa's best erotic masseur, the favorite of many women including Mrs. Redmond. "I did, but she wasn't home so I left a message." Vivi's voice was audibly cracking. She knew that if Mrs. Redmond went home unhappy, someone could very well lose a job; it had happened before when someone cut her hair too short. Rosalyn was nervous too; Mrs. Redmond was too high profile a client to lose. Regardless of what she got done a particular day, she paid a flat 200 dollars every time she went into the spa. She had six favorite attendants, one in each area. In the beginning the management was staunchly against tipping, but because she continually paid such exorbitant amounts they relented, and allowed the excess beyond the actual cost to go to the workers. Eventually Rosalyn collected herself and asked Vivi to transfer the call to her. Once connection was made and Rosalyn had identified herself, Delilah repeated her confirmation request. "Mrs. Redmond, I'm terribly sorry, but your usual therapist went on vacation starting yesterday." "Oh... well, I trust he'll make the trip back for me?" "Ma'am, he's in New York City right now." Rosalyn tried to hide the nervousness in her voice as she heard an audible gulp. "Excuse me; did you say Greg was in New York?" Delilah asked with more than a little irritation. "Yes, he is. We left-" The line went dead before Rosalyn could finish her statement. She became deathly afraid; she could tell that Mrs. Redmond was on her way to the spa because she heard the noise of vehicles in the background. If she deemed the treatment she was getting was anything less than absolutely fantastic, she would leave and take her $1200 worth of weekly business with her. All of her other therapists were busy with other clients; however, she did have one chance at redemption, but not one she felt terribly confident in. She had hired another massage therapist to replace Greg, as he was leaving in a year once he graduated school. However, he had only been on the staff since Sunday and was still going through training. Rosalyn went out to the lobby to await Mrs. Redmond's arrival, but not before going to the bathroom to vomit. ===================================================================== Hanging up the phone, Delilah harshly commanded her driver to make haste to the Ethereal Plane. As she fumed in the back seat, she wondered how they could possibly do such a thing, letting one of her preferred staffers go on vacation without so much as a courtesy call. At thirty-nine years old, she had the body of a woman half that age, with long, slender legs, toned abs, and a heavenly pair of tits. Every Wednesday she entrusted her body to Greg's golden hands and his platinum tongue. He wasn't the best hung guy out there, so only on rare occasion did she have sex with him, but he could lick a pussy like no one she'd ever met. Her husband was twenty-two years her senior and while they were very much in love in every sense of the word, he didn't provide much pleasure in the bedroom. Having accepted this, he had no problems with allowing her to seek sexual fulfillment elsewhere. He had spoiled her for eighteen years, and now was the only person she took the word 'no' from. Things happened two ways with Delilah: her way or not at all. They arrived at the spa at 10:30, right on time for her appointment. She exited the car and stood to her full six feet, two inches of height. Without saying a word, she waved her driver off and strode towards the door. Once inside, she was immediately greeted by Miss Garrison, whose five-foot-six frame she dwarfed in comparison. "Mrs. Redmond, it's a pleasure to see you again," she said, trying her best not to feel intimidated. "Miss Garrison, I know I'm a little late, so I'd like to see my masseur immediately, please." There was a definite emphasis on the word 'my.' "Mrs. Redmond, I'm terribly sorry, but like I explained on the phone, he's gone on vacation," Rosalyn stammered while trying to keep up with Delilah, who was moving towards the elevator. Surprisingly enough, Delilah's next words were spoken as calmly as if nothing were wrong. "Well then, I'll just have to settle for another staffer this week." "Umm, ma'am, he'll be gone for a whole month," Rosalyn responded as they stepped into the elevator. "A WHAT?!" Delilah exploded once the elevator had shut. "That's right, and there's no one else available for another half hour." Delilah cornered Rosalyn, making her cower. "Would you make me wait, Miss Garrison? I am the reason this spa is in business. If I leave, every client who's worth anything will leave right along with me. I don't care what you have to do, if I have to wait as much as five minutes to be seen, I am never coming here again!" She turned stone-faced towards the door as Rosalyn attempted to keep from bursting into tears. She didn't care, however; the world revolved around her, and no one was going to tell her differently. Eventually the car reached the tenth floor of the building, where the massage rooms were. She looked around the waiting room and saw nobody. She took a seat angrily, while Rosalyn shrank to another side of the room. Eventually a door opened and a man came out wearing a crimson silk kimono. Rosalyn immediately recognized him; it was her latest hire, but he was still in training. Before she could ask him what he was doing not on the training floor, however, he was already in Mrs. Redmond's face. He stepped beside her and said, "Good morning, ma'am. You must be Mrs. Delilah Redmond. I'm sorry to inform you, but your usual therapist isn't here today. I could see you if you'd like, or would you prefer to wait until someone else is free?" Once Delilah locked her eyes on him, Rosalyn knew that the situation was out of her hands. Delilah slowly stood up, and then turned around to face the origin of the voice she'd heard. The voice was owned by an African-American man, and although she had seen very few black men up close and personal before, he was extremely good looking. He had his hair in cornrows, a 'thuggish' aspect which was offset by a pair of very scholarly wire-framed glasses. He stood just a few inches shorter than her, so she guessed him to be around five-foot-ten. After looking her over for a few moments she finally she addressed him, her gruff, harsh tone the polar opposite of his complete courtesy. "Who are you? I've never seen you here before." Undeterred, the young man smiled as he spoke. "My name is Victor, and I'm still in training. I've only been working here a couple of days, but-" and his eyes dropped a little but before he continued '-my instructors do speak very highly of my abilities." Delilah jutted her chin. "Is that so, Rosalyn?" "Y-y-yes, Mrs. Redmond, he's making the fastest progress of anyone we've hired in a long time," Rosalyn gushed; she needed to save her own ass right now and if this kid could get Mrs. Redmond on the massage table, more power to him. "In fact," she whispered, "he's being called the next Gregory Rhodes." "The next Greg Rhodes?" Delilah laughed. "Stick out your hands, kid," she barked, which the young man obliged. She traced her fingertips over his palms before dropping them back at his sides. "Hmm... I don't know about letting a newbie work on me, I don't care what his teachers say," she told Rosalyn. Now getting desperate, Rosalyn finally sold Delilah on this new kid by promising that if she wasn't satisfied, her next two weeks' worth of visits would be free of charge. Victor escorted Delilah back to Greg's massage room, and upon entering she immediately recognized the soft music coming from the stereo. Victor hung his kimono on a hook on the wall, allowing Delilah to get an even better look at him. Greg was big and bulky, whereas Victor was lighter built, but better defined. He had tattoos on his arms from his collarbones clear down to his wrists, and he also had one surrounding each nipple and his navel. His entire body was oiled up, from his neck to his feet, just the way she liked her masseurs. He was wearing a black bikini brief, something else Delilah liked about Greg. What she liked more about Victor, however, was the way his package threatened to tear the underwear at the seams. He helped her out of her clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on a shelf. He retrieved a sleep mask from a drawer and a sash from the wall. Delilah put the mask on and lay stomach down on the table. She felt a cool liquid drip onto her spine, which made her moan with excitement. Victor rubbed the oil into her back, mixing a powerful, massaging touch with a light, sensuous caress. The smell of pina colada permeated the air as Victor applied more and more oil to his customer's body. Delilah was awash with sexual excitement, and at one point she was so turned on that she began dry-humping the table! Victor swatted her on the ass, telling her to hold still. Delilah was incensed; she ripped the mask off and prepared to lay into Victor, but to her shock she saw he was blindfolded! He grinned and said, "No peeking... put the mask on and lay back down." Dumbstruck, Delilah did something she hadn't done in years: what she was told to do. She gave herself to Victor's touch once again, and realized just how capable a touch it was. He massaged her back and legs with the same cooled oil, and did her arms with a warm one, just like Greg did. She was amazed at how well this young man knew how to knead her supple flesh between his fingers, manipulating every inch of every muscle as he worked from her neck, down her spine, over her ass, and down her legs to her feet. He even paid meticulous care to her feet and toes, something no one had ever done before. Eventually Victor finished with Delilah's back and guided her onto her back. Instinctively she opened her legs as if she were preparing for Greg to go down on her. Albeit blindfolded, Victor knew what was going on, but he was taking a gamble and deviating from the playbook in favor of his own erotic instincts. He wanted to have his way with her, but he knew that might not go over so well. "Mrs. Redmond?" "Yes, Victor?" "Since this is our first session together, I want to let you know that from here on out, everything that happens will be sexual in nature. You are free to tell me to stop doing whatever I'm doing, or to tell me to do something you want. I'm here strictly for your pleasure, understood?" His diplomacy was astounding, almost unnerving, and his bassy voice made Delilah moist to the point where her pussy lips where glistening as much as her oiled skin. Delilah responded in the affirmative, and Victor climbed between her legs, rubbing his oiled body against hers. His cock was hard as a rock and his tip actually poked out of the waistband of his underwear, which meant that every time he moved his hips upwards he poked himself against Delilah's swollen clit. Delilah was subconsciously gyrating her hips, attempting to make his next poke the one that slipped down into her eager tunnel. Victor was all too aware of what she was trying to do, but refused to indulge her unless she asked for it. He had met women like her before: controlling, domineering, even downright snobbish in this particular case, but once they laid down in bed with him he put them at his mercy. He snickered, "You're doing an awful lot of moving down there." "Huh?" Delilah responded in almost a daze. "You're moving your hips an awful lot and I've poked against you more than a few times." "Then I suggest you quit poking against me and poke in me." "Now why on earth would I do a thing like that?" "Because I want you inside me, now are you going to give it to me or must I take it?" "No, that'll be all right... it would be my pleasure." Delilah felt him reaching around between her legs, presumably liberating his pecker from its fabric prison. She still had the mask on per his instructions, so while she couldn't see anything, there was no mistaking the sensations that shot through her as he pushed his way through her folds. Her back arched as he slowly fed his member into her... And fed... And fed... And fed until Delilah could literally take no more. "Is it all the way in yet?" she asked in a husky voice. "No, not yet... are you full?" Victor responded. "Oh god yes, no way could I take any more. How big is it, anyway?" "Big enough to get the job done. I've never actually measured it, but I've certainly never had any complaints." "I bet... you made me cum just from putting it in." "Not surprising, you were squeezing me awfully tight." Victor lay back down, putting his entire weight on Delilah as she opened her legs completely to accommodate him. "Are you all right?" he inquired, slowly and shallowly pumping the lady below him. "Yes, I'm fine, just please be gentle," Delilah gasped; it had been such a long time since she had had a real flesh and blood male inside her, and longer than that since she'd had one as big as he was. She scissored her legs open and shut, moving her hips around trying to get him to hit her in just the right spots. Victor laughed, "You're doing too much work; here, let me help you," he said, grasping both of her ankles with one hand behind his back and placing his other arm under her waist. Delilah was struggling to keep quiet; this monster now had her completely stretched out and accommodating the entire dimension of Victor's manhood. She bit down on the nearest thing she could locate, which unfortunately happened to be Victor's ear! The reason such a discovery was unfortunate was because his ears were Victor's sensitive spot; any stimulation there resulted in an increasing of both the frequency and the strength of his thrusts, as Delilah could now attest to! She let out moan after moan at as low a volume as she could, finally signaling her climactic release. Victor, however, wasn't through yet, and he was seemingly intent on breaking through her cervix before he was all said and done. He now placed her knees in the crook of his elbows and his hands on her shoulders, fully opening her sex up to his primal sexual urgings. Delilah climaxed three more times before she felt Victor's member swell and contract in his own sensory-numbing orgasm. Once he had regained his bearings, Victor (still blindfolded) guided Delilah (also still blindfolded) into the shower, where he washed each and every inch of her body in yet another erotic concert. When he was finished, he dried her off and finally removed their sight bindings. Neither one spoke as they dressed and stepped out into the waiting room, where Rosalyn was still pacing the floor. "Miss Garrison, I have to say, I didn't think this rookie had it in him, but he got the job done." Turning to Victor, she asked, "See you next week?" "Without fail, Mrs. Redmond," he answered with that same unwavering diplomacy. "Please, call me Delilah." Rosalyn was shocked; never had she made such a concession to any staffer. "Delilah, then... next Wednesday, 10 AM sharp." "I'll be here." She entered the elevator and left Rosalyn and Victor alone in the waiting room. Once the door was shut, Rosalyn practically collapsed, her only respite being Victor's quickness in catching her before she hit the floor. "Good night, you're quivering, Miss Garrison," Victor noted. "Would you like to see for yourself what I can do?" "Please," Rosalyn slurred, her mind in a total blur. The two went into the same room that Victor had used for Delilah. Victor removed both of their clothes, but when he moved to lay Rosalyn on the table, she stood back up. "Screw the massage, I just want a fuck," Rosalyn said matter-of-factly as she bent over the table. Victor said nothing, merely obliging her as she pushed his semi-erect cock past her pussy lips. The wetness and heat got rid of the 'semi' fairly quickly, and soon Victor was at full speed, banging his boss for all he was worth. "Oh yeah, fuck me, your cock feels so fucking good in my little pussy," Rosalyn spouted; she could be as foul-mouthed a slut as she wanted to be with some hard dick in her, regardless of what her public persona might convey. She continued, "Do you have another load of cum for your boss's tight little pussy?" "How bad do you want it?" was his response. "I want it real bad, I wanna feel that hot cum splattering inside my walls, I want you to cum in my little box and make me squeeze it back out." The words coming out of the mouth of the tight-twatted whore overwhelmed Victor, and he gave her her wish: a hot load of cum in her blazing cunt. They took turns using the shower, and after they got dressed they met in Rosalyn's office. Before any discussions went on, however, Rosalyn saw a perfect opportunity to live out her 'office' fantasy, beckoning Victor to take her again, this time on her desk. After another satisfying spate of orgasms, the two sat down to business. Rosalyn really had no choice: he had impressed a client so well, and a star client at that, that he deserved to be promoted to the working floor. Since there were no open rooms, it was decided that Victor would get Greg's room, and Greg would be assigned as an instructor on the training floor when he returned from vacation. Victor had four years left of school; he could only hope that this was just the beginning of a long, prosperous, and pleasurable career. THE END | ||||||
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Monday, October 10, 2005, 4:55:02 AM- Raider's Rant 10-Oct-2005 | ||
I found a comment on one of my pics: 'gay boy.' That was it. That was the comment in its entirety. What the hell are six letters grouped into threes supposed to tell me? That he's a gay boy? That he wishes I was a goy boy? Such comments have no depth or meaning behind them, and I wish people would take the time to leave a decent, weighty comment of at least one complete sentence. What I found insulting was that I garnered enough of this guy's attention to look at my pic (and probably 1-bomb it) yet not enough to get a complete thought of a comment. People like this are the reason I believe stupidity is the worst terminal disease on the planet, because it doesn't KILL THE HOST!!! Having said that, for those of you who do enjoy my pictures (and even those of you that don't) I have plenty more and will be posting them soon. Sincerely, WombRaider20XX | ||
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