Shauna Sand Exposed…coming to a tissue near you October 14, 2009
Posted by Nathan in Fantasies.Tags: fantasy, Playboy, porn, reality TV, Shauna Sand
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Shauna Sand
I really never heard of Shuana Sand before this past week, and now I’m kinda surprised (and saddened) I hadn’t. It seems Ms. Sand (formely Shauna Sand-Lamas) is yet another D list celebrity to have a sex tape …um stolen? leaked?…to the public and it looks like porn studi Vivid.com is about to release it in the upcoming weeks.
Shauna’s claim to fame, other than her incredible rockin body after have at least three kids, was that she was married to serial womanizer and fellow D-list clebrity actor husband Lornezo Lamas (of Renegade fame). She was also a former Playboy playmate, and rumored to have once had an affair with her husbands teenage son (from a previous marriage….see it seems Lorenzo likes to be married…4 times so far).
Anyway, it is ‘rumored’ her former boyfriend…leaked or let get stolen or whatever the story is… a very explicit sex tape compilation of some of their private encounters that would make the Tommy Lee/Pam Anderson tape look a bit tame.
It also just so happens that TMZ reported all this and Vivid is about to release this tape just as the Lamas family forray into the reality TV genre is about to air. Coincidence? Publicity stunt? I can’t answer that and it ‘appears’ that Ms. Sand wants this tape not to be released, but the timing all just seems a little too staged for me.
So what would any curious hot blooded man do in my shoes? Well, he’d want to satisfy his curiosity and check her out.
Enter Google….and lo and behold….she is f’n gorgeous!! Then I went over to the Vivid site and saw the trailer…of course meant to tantalize and tease…but none the less, it looks incredible! She looks incredible! They look incredible! Lots of close ups, and of course, she’s rockin’ the super tight tan lines…my personal kryponite and uber turn on that turns my knees to jelly.
Oh I’ve seen the Paris tape (good), the Pam Anderson (better), the Janine/Vince tape (good), but for the first time I am considering marching out the day it is released to buy this spanktacular home movie. I haven’t been this turned on or excited from a softcore amateur trailer in a long time, and now I may even seek the new reality series out just to take her in a bit more.
I’m just super impressed that she has had like three kids and her body just seems still perfect. Not sure if she had any surgeries other than my guess she had her lips done with injections, but I saw nary a stretch mark, and from what I saw in the previews…she is one adventerous and sexual MILF. She appears as if she’s really into it; toys, lingerie, foods, camera play, really hamming it up more so that these other celebrity types. But those tan lines especially……yummmmmm
Necklaces April 29, 2009
Posted by Nathan in Fantasies, Random Musings.Tags: adam corolla, fantasy, lingerie, necklace, sexy
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I was listening to an Adam Corolla podcast earlier and the topic of necklaces came up, and what men generally think of them.
In Adam’s style of sarcastic humor, he made the observation that most men don’t give a shit about necklaces. His theory was that women buy necklaces to impress or dress for other women. While men may indeed recognize that necklaces become an obligatory gift from time to time to a woman we want to bed or have a relationship, you’ll generally never hear or catch a man talking to another man about the type of necklace his girlfriend/spouse is wearing. Seriously, in everyday life situations we don’t talk about trendy, earthy necklaces, or dainty gold and silver chains with little pendants or gems on the end. As Adam said, generally, it’s just another item we find ourselves removing from you when we wanna bump uglies.
In this manner, I’ll have to agree. I cannot recall myself ever having any conversation with my guy friends about necklace trends. The only necklaces guys are ever caught talking about with each other is perhaps a ‘pearl necklace’ if you catch my drift. And even that was when I was talking back in my late high-school and college years….the subject of ‘pearl necklaces’ never comes up at the company lunch, or when we’re playing X-box. Maybe on a rare occasion when we’ve had a bit much liquid libations do we wax poetic about the waxing we left on a woman’s neck and chest.
However, the more I began thinking about it, the more I can honestly say I appreciate the right necklace in the right circumstance to accentuate a woman’s sexuality…and it can be a turn on at the right moment.
Necklaces can be downright sexy.
What red-blooded young man has never had the fantasy of a girlfriend showing up at the house at late hours in the evening wearing a only an over-sized coat, only to open it up completely nude and only wearing a necklace. Same thing with my beach bunny fantasies…I’d love to meet an exotic woman at a pristine beach, tanned, bikini clad and wearing some tribal bauble around her neck. And who can deny the allure of a nice choker around the neck of a taut body at a night club. The visualization if that in my head makes me hard.
But again, it must be stated that the right necklace for the right setting is a must. I can’t see the attraction of a delicate silver chain plunging between beautiful breasts if I were playing Survivor out in the jungle. That’s when I want to see that leather, stone, and pewter around your neck. The same thought goes for an elegant evening…..We go out for a very nice dinner, perhaps a very special and romantic event, share some wine or regal beverage, then we get back to our room and I slide that form fitting dress off your shoulder to reveal that very special lacy lingerie, that when a nice real beaded necklace or gold string is appropriate. If we go out to a shit-kicker bar, or have some BBQ, and your all up in your denim jean, then by goodness, I hope you have that choker chain on under that flannel or ribbed tank-top.
Yeah, to see your naked body laying down before me, awaiting me to enter you and ravish your curves, then the accoutrement of the perfect necklace becomes a symbol of mystique and eros will make me want to pound you all the more and in all the right ways.
Sexy Song: Family Man October 16, 2008
Posted by Nathan in Fantasies, Random Musings.Tags: fantasy, Hall & Oates, Iio, Nadia Ali, Sexy Songs, temptation
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If you push me too far, I just might
She had sulky smile
She took her standard pose as she presented herself
She had sultry eyes, she made it perfectly plain that she was his
For a price
But he said “Leave me alone, I’m a family man
And my bark is much worse than my bite”
He said “Leave me alone, I’m a family man
If you push me too far I just might”
She wore a hurt surprise as she rechecked her make-up to protect herself
Dropped her price and pride she made it totally clear that she was his
For a night
But he said “Leave me alone, I’m a family man
And my bark is much worse than my bite”
He said “Leave me alone, I’m a family man
But if you push me too far I just might”
She gave him her look, it would have worked on any other man around
He looked her up and down, she knew he couldn’t decide if he should
Hold his ground
But he said “Leave me alone, I’m a family man
And my bark is much worse than my bite”
He said “Leave me alone, I’m a family man
But if you push me too far I just might”
She turned, tossed her head unlike her opening move, her final exit line
He waited much too long but by the time he got his courage up she was gone
Then he screamed “Leave me alone, I’m a family man
And my bark is much worse than my bite”
He said “Leave me alone, I’m a family man
But if you push me too far, I just might.
Nates Take: Man, it’s been a loooong time since I posted lyrics for a sexy song. I’ve always like this song, and even at a very young age I knew what it was implying. The whole Hall & Oates GH album has some great tracks on it with a late 70’s early 80’s funk groove on some of the songs that can easily be termed sexy.
This song could be easily covered by a group with a sultry woman lead as well, like Iio (Rapture). Can you imagine Nadia Ali singing this in her slow sexy voice?
Anyway, read the lyrics. I close my eyes and think about the temptations I have and had. The way she stood there once, seducing me, knowing I was in a relationship with someone else and it was soooo hard not to give in. I wonder where was my breaking point at those times? Was it one more drink? Would it have been a special song? A particular fragrance? The way her body could move? If she just unbuttoned one more button on her blouse? Would it be the warm summer breeze on my skin?
Thy name is Paloma July 11, 2008
Posted by Nathan in Fantasies, True Stories.Tags: fantasy, Lolita
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Paloma...my Supercut Lolita
Here is story number two from this past week.
Unlike women who can drop quite a bit of cabbage and free time on their hair, I am of a simpler time. Now I don’t like to think as myself as a cheap bastard. I spend the best money I can on the things I place value on….my appliances, my car, my alcohol, my dates, etc. But I do not place a lot of value on my own haircuts.
When you have a full head of hair like me, and it grows fast, I don’t really don’t see the need to spend $30+ dollars on my hair. It’s pretty simple….tight on the sides, spiky on top, raise the sideburns, clean up the neck. Nothing that $15 at Supercuts can’t do usually in 20 minutes or so.
So with the holiday weekend approaching, and the heat index rapidly approaching 100, I decided I had the free time after the gym to get my dark locks (now somewhat peppered with a little gray) trimmed. I wasn’t looking my freshest either. I had on a pair of athletic shorts that looked like basketball shorts I guess (with no pockets…dammit) and a beater of an old T-shirt.
As I pulled up in front of Supercuts, I saw her….
Like Phoebe Cates emerging from the pool in Fast Time at Ridgemont High, time began to slow and ‘ole Natester began to suffer from tunnel vision. (Note- I scoured the web looking for a picture…the one her despite the brunette hair get my point across I think).
She was very tan. Her long legs sprouted from underneath a washed denim skirt and reached all the way down to those $.99 pink flip flops. Her blouse was a very tight white spaghetti strapped tee, with her b+ cup chest looked tight and perfectly round, no doubt from her black strapped bra underneath. Her sun-kissed blond hair hung low and full down her mid back, and her tone arms held the white iPod she carried and I traced the wires of her earbuds all the way up until they disappeared under her hair. She looked flawless…..and young.
For the first time in a long, long time I felt like that creepy guy you may read about in newspapers or see on the 11 o’cock news.
To this late 30-something guy, I could only guess that my new found Lolita could be no older than 16 or 17. Aye’-Caramba,…clearly I am twice her age and begin to realize my age. I also realize that my basketball shorts are not the right type of material to even begin to hide the chubby I feel I am starting to sport.
Oh man, she enters Supercuts as well..just my luck. I can steal more adulterous glances at her and begin to fantasize what I would do to her in the stylists chair if it were just me and her.
At this point I am about 10 yards behind as the door closes behind her when she enters. When I do finally enter, I the receptionist takes my name to write down and asks me to sit in the waiting area. There my Lolita sits alone facing the window on the vinyl bench shuffling through her iPod songs. I take a seat directly across and a little to the left of her.
I begin to steal the occasion glance her way, pretending I am interested in the latest shitty excuse of a tabloid magazine, mindlessly thumbing through pages as I stare at her golden legs. As she doesn’t sit cross legged, I try and sneak a peak on what may be underneath her beautiful denim skirt, but alas I cannot see a thing. My mind has to fill in the blanks as to whether she is wearing a swimsuit, panties, or thong.
I look at her closer now…her face….she has a little cleft in her chin like Jessica Simpson, her eyes are green in color, and she has a little button nose. My gawd…..I just notice she isn’t wearing any makeup and I’m astounded on how natural her ‘natural’ beauty is. She’s a tad exotic looking too. There is some European blood in the mix…Portuguese? Spanish? Some Mediterranean?
Nate, how old are you again? How old is she? Look at the shape of those young breasts. Breath taking to put it mildly. Clearly she looks like one of those young girls that you see on those late night commercials peddling Girls Gone Wild…1st timers. ‘Yeah’, my mind tells me…..I’ll be her first time I secretly volunteer in my head. Oh man….it’s like the neighbor of mine with the hawt daughter….I can barely look at her either for how guilty I feel for sizing up my friends daughter (though she is now 20).
Her name is called…’Paloma’….
Are you fricking kidding me? Her name is as exotic and beautiful as she is…’Paloma’. Oh, that just feel so good rolling off my tongue. “Paloma…come here.” I imagine. “Paloma, turn around for me”. “Paloma…take off your skirt”. Definitely Spanish…Her parents did well. She has sex kitten written all over her.
I watch her get up and walk up the ramp, her golden stems pumping her flip flops (clickity-clack….clickity-clack). They better not call me name now….I can’t stand up.
