Tiesto

DJ Tiesto is guaranteed to take you and your babe of choice to another level. While I prefer a full blown rave with countless rave monsters beer bonging water and massaging each other, this concert is bound to be a good time. The concert is going down November 25, 27, 28 and is at the Shrine right by USC. Ladies, shacking at SC shouldn’t be a problem and none of your friends or colleagues have to know you took several performance enhancers and ended up in a tantric orgy with 5 rave babies and 2 TKE pledges. Get your tickets at Ticketmaster.com.

Linh Hot - em gái Thủy Top hay Thùy Linh?

Cách đây không lâu, cư dân mạng đã khá kinh ngạc về bộ ảnh của một cô gái khá giống Thủy Top… Có nhiều người quả quyết rằng đây chính là em gái của Thủy Top, người thì bảo đây chính là Thủy Top khi xưa, cũng có người bảo người giống người, có người lại bảo là dùng Photoshop chỉnh sửa…

Em gái của Thủy Top?

Rất nhiều ý kiến thảo luận đã được đưa ra nhưng chưa ai biết chính xác về chủ nhân của bộ ảnh đó cả. Dù báo chí đã vào cuộc nhưng cũng không có thêm thông tin nào cụ thể, ngoài việc nêu ra hiện tượng “ăn theo” người nổi tiếng. Về phía Thủy Top cũng chưa có bất kỳ phản hồi nào về sự kiện này. Do đó, OnlyU đã nhận được khá nhiều message hỏi về thông tin của cô gái này. Thể theo yêu cầu của đông đảo bạn đọc, nhân dịp đầu năm Kỷ Sửu, OnlyU xin giới thiệu thông tin sơ bộ về cô gái này cũng như bổ sung thêm những bức ảnh để bạn đọc có góc nhìn nhiều chiều hơn.

Sau khi được cư dân mạng gọi là “em gái Thủy Top”, Thùy Linh (thường được gọi là Linh Milan, Linh Yuna, Linh Hậu đường…) ngày càng nổi tiếng tại trường Đại học Dân lập Văn Lang và địa bàn quê nhà (Nha Trang – Khánh Hòa) cũng như nơi cô sinh sống tại Tp. Hồ Chí Minh.

Tuy nhiên, sau sự kiện “em gái Thủy Top”, Linh Milan thường được biết đến nhiều hơn với nick name Linh Hot với hàm ý đã trở thành hot girl và nghe cho giống Thủy Top, cũng như để phân biệt Linh Milan với Vàng Anh (Linh Angel) và Milan Phạm.

Linh Hot hiện học khoa Tài chính Kế toán, trường Đại học Dân lập Văn Lang nhưng chúng bạn cho biết Linh Hot cũng rất hay nghỉ học để kinh doanh bên ngoài.

Thùy Linh – “em gái Thủy Top” hiện đang học Đại học Dân lập Văn Lang
Về chị em trên giấy tờ, Thủy Top chỉ có 1 chị gái ruột là Huỳnh Minh Thu, sinh năm 1982 và vẫn đang sống cùng Thủy Top ở Bà Triệu, Hà Nội, trong khi Linh Yuna lại đang sống và học tập tại Tp. Hồ Chí Minh. Vậy giữa Linh Hot và Thủy Top có dây mơ rễ má gì đến nhau như đồn đại hay đơn thuần chỉ là Linh Hot giống Thủy Top ở ngoài hình hay thôi?

Câu trả lời chính xác, có khi Thủy Top và Linh Milan cũng chưa biết. Tuy nhiên, theo bạn bè nhận xét, có thể do có gương mặt hao hao giống Thủy Top, lại biết sử dụng Photoshop nên khi Linh Yuna đưa một số bức ảnh của mình lên mạng, cư dân mạng đã truyền tay nhau và đồn đại đấy là “em gái Thủy Top”.

Có điều ít người biết, không chỉ có ngoại hình khá giống Thủy Top (có thể do chỉnh sửa Photoshop), Linh Hot còn có cái tên giống hệt Hoàng Thùy Linh. Nếu như muốn ăn theo và nổi tiếng, không rõ Linh Hot sẽ nhận mình là em gái của Thùy Linh hay Thủy Top khi 2 người “chị” của mình đang bất hòa?

Mặc dù được cư dân mạng coi là “em gái Thủy Top”, nhưng thực tế Linh Hot lại sinh năm 1987, tức ra đời trước cả Thủy Top (1989) và thậm chí cả Thùy Linh (1988). Như vậy, nếu xét về ngôi thứ thì “em gái của Thủy Top” lại là “chị gái của Thùy Linh” và “chị gái của Thủy Top”.

Linh Yuan tự nhận mình là sexy, shock và kute ^^

Chưa rõ thực hư việc Thùy Linh tự đưa những hình ảnh, trong đó có khá nhiều cái giống Thủy Top nhằm mục đích gì nhưng vụ việc đang ngày càng thú vị khi Linh Yuna có gương mặt giống Thủy Top trong khi lại có cái tên của Thùy Linh và 3 người chỉ cách nhau 1 năm. Dù cho hiện nay cả 3 chưa có gì liên quan trực tiếp đến nhau (ngoại trừ Linh Angel và Thủy Top từng là đôi bạn thân) nhưng chỉ có Chúa mới biết điều gì đã và sẽ xảy ra.

Growing My Relationships

My life is in the “life is great” stage with both my husband and my boyfriend. Each of my relationships are growing in ways that make me stop and marvel. The journey here was hard-fought.

Gator is so encouraging in regards to my relationship with Tech. He seems to be really feeling compersion for me these days. Can any of you who are not poly imagine how loved that makes me feel?

Tech is being…what is the word…attentive? Openly loving? Reaching out to me? I guess all of those explain what he seems to be doing lately. He is calling me more often. Sharing more things with me. Just making me feel loved in general.

Things are good between myself and both my men and I’m basking in this while it lasts. I’m not delusional enough not to know that we will have problems at some point. Any relationship does.

It’s amazing that each relationship feeds the other one I have. A circle is flowing here that Kitten’s behavior this weekend couldn’t really break. It caved a side of the circle for a bit while I let that get to me more than I might should have but, it ended up bouncing off the circle and it forming as it should be again.

I find myself wanting to talk with both of them throughout the day. Previously, I may have wanted/needed to talk with one more than the other depending on how my relationship with each was going. I’m in such a good place with both of them that my wants and needs for each are on more of an equal footing. I miss them both while I am at work. I look forward to possibly hearing from each of them throughout the day. I’m usually in touch with Tech a bit more during the day than Gator but, I get to spend time with Gator personally more each day for the most part.

Tech went to church with me while both Gator and Kitten worked Sunday morning. I can not explain how important that was to me. How much I enjoyed spending time with him doing that. I have never been to church with Tech before. I enjoyed doing the same with Gator the week before even though we both have spent many hours in church together in the past. I very much look forward to the day I can attend church with the both at the same time. I very much look forward to being able to claim a relationship with both of them at this church.

Speaking of claiming a relationship with both of them at the same time…we all got together with friends Monday night and in this group was a new young woman. I got to introduce Gator as my husband and Tech as my boyfriend. Awesome! Yes, as many of you know, I think of Tech more as another husband but, he has such fun with the terms boyfriend and girlfriend. Besides, as hard as the concept is for some to get the having a husband and a boyfriend, is seems to be harder for some reason for them to understand the concept of two husbands. Does that make sense to me? No. Both “labels” say I have two men in my life that I love.

I am such a lucky woman. All the time…whether things are going well all around or not. But I float on a cloud for a bit when things are going as they are now.

My heart is overflowing with the love I am getting from them both. And the love I am feeling for both of them.

Gay Marriage an End to Queer Sex & Queer Life?

Two articles, by Yasmin Nair and Mattilda Bernstein Sycamore and both posted on the Bilerico Project blog, are extremely important in terms of anti-assimilationist analysis about the gaystream agenda. An anti-assimilationist POV and stand for social justice for all is what I believe in. NOT a we-are-just-like-everyone-else agenda. Here is a scary article about some LGBT people who ARE in fact just like their straight married counterparts. Except they are gay and lesbian…Go figure.

Everything a Big, Bad Wolf Could Want

"Little Red Riding Hood" by Gustave Dore

[Little Red Riding Hood - Sam the Sham]

This story is another challenge post between Amy of Sex, Chocolate, and Red Lipstick, Z of Phaedra Fallen and I. The challenge was Fairy Tale Erotica, 1000-1500, and I am over a day late. Oops! Check out their blogs to see Cinderella and Snow White, Rose Red. But just a warning, this particular story is a little dark, and while it is certainly sexual, it might not be as ‘hot’ as some of my other posts. The original Little Red story is incredibly morbid and I wanted to keep that feel (though I admit I left out the part about her drinking her grandmother’s blood from a wine bottle…). My final disclaimer is that the Little Red character is of the age of consent where I grew up (sixteen), and not the child she is in the original story.

Once Upon a Time,

Little Red Riding Hood grew up, as little girls do. She married the Huntsman not but three days after he saved her from the Wolf, a prim and youthful bride of sixteen with rosy cheeks and a dark little secret which kept her wet between the thighs. She cried out on her wedding night, but not because she was a virgin, only because he wasn’t the Wolf. That night, and many nights after, she sobbed softly into her pillow after her husband had gone to sleep, letting her hands coax from her clit sad, wonderful orgasms as she remembered her secret over and over again.

She remembered his large, calloused hands touching her trembling lip, reaching up and pushing the hood of her little red cloak away off her head, stroking her dark ringlets… She knew he was bad, knew Mother’s warnings, but there was something so teasing about his smile, something hidden at the side of a smirk, a hint of a fang, maybe, but more like a dare to be bad. Oh, all little girls want to be bad, sure enough, and all little girls want to succumb to a bad man once or twice in their lives. And he was the worst, which, as far as she could tell as a good little girl who wanted to be bad, made him the best.

She protested, of course. She was expected to, wasn’t she? And with every feeble no, he seemed to smile a little wider. He asked her where she was going. She knew she shouldn’t say, but the words tumbled from her mouth like precious pearls and he gathered them up with care, as if she didn’t realize he was a rogue, a thief, and certainly not to be trusted. He led her down the path a little further, pointing one of those large hands toward a field of wildflowers.

She gave in. Less to bring something pretty to her grandmother and more to please him, to do as he had said and gather a bouquet of the best. She felt his eyes, hungry, following her through the field, settling her pert new bosom and rounded backside. She knew he was behind her when she bent to pick up the perfect little bunch of bluebells, and she felt exhilarated and terrified when he pressed himself hard into the back of her skirt. He reached his arms around her, catching at her wrists as her basket of goodies for her grandmother toppled to the ground. Her heart was in her throat and between her thighs, as he held her captive against him, his strange, masculine hardness pushing into her soft buttocks.

“Please,” she whimpered softly, suddenly sure this game was too adult for her, but he forced her to face him. His mouth was rough, and he nipped at her lips with sharp teeth. Her knees buckled and he grasped tight onto her arms, leaving huge handprints on her flesh from a necessity to hold her up. His tongue tasted her, moving from mouth to ear to neck, nibbling at her skin and savoring her salty-sweet flavor.

Finally, he let her fall to the earth, crushing the perfect bluebells. He undid the laces on his trousers and there was furry hair everywhere, and in the midst of it all, his hard, eager cock. He put it in front of her cherry lips and she stared up at him with wide, disbelieving eyes. He wrapped her curls around his fingers and pulled, and then she understood what he meant. She took his cock into her mouth, tentative, but he showed her what to do with each painful tug of her hair.

He nearly howled when he came, pulling himself from between her lips to cum hot and sticky across those rosy cheeks and down her dimpled chin. He smiled down at her, that twisted, fanged smile, and then he ran off, leaving her in the dirt. She stared after him, licking her lips, enjoying the strange, foul taste he’d left there, an odd delight spreading over her body.

 

She had gathered up the bread and biscuits for Grandmother, tucking them neatly back into the basket before finding the path once more. She couldn’t get his thick, hard cock out of her mind. She wanted more of it. She wanted him to pull her curls once more and make her heart beat faster in her chest. She felt slippery and moist, ready and not at the same time.

She opened Grandmother’s door slowly when she arrived, expecting her to be sleeping soundly in her bed. She saw instead the dark form of him, and she felt a rush of fear and excitement.

“Grandmother,” she called softly, and he stirred in the bed, pulling the bedclothes up over his face. “Is that you? What shall I do with my basket?”

“Oh, little dear,” he answer, his falsetto obvious and his smirk of a smile trickling into his tone. “Come get undressed and climb into bed with your sweet grandmother.”

“But Grandmother, where should I put my basket?”

“Oh, onto the table, dear! You shan’t be needing it anymore.”

“And Grandmother, where should I put my apron?”

“Throw it into the fire, dear, you shan’t be needing that anymore, either.”

She untied her apron and dropped it into the flames. “And my bodice, Grandmother?”

“Throw it onto the fire!”

“My dress, too, and my petticoats?”

“And your stockings and your shoes but…” he looked at her, shivering and naked except for her brilliant red cloak wrapped around her body. “Leave on your little red riding hood and come climb into bed with me.”

She climbed into the bed, nervous and barely able to breathe as she realized he was also completely nude. “Grandmother, how hairy you are!”

“Oh, the better to keep warm, my dear.”

“Grandmother, what big arms you have!” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, his dick erect and pressing into her thigh.

“The better to carry firewood with, my dear.” She gasped as his hands pulled and teased her nipples, tracing down her stomach to wriggle in between her legs.

“Grandmother, what big hands you have…!”

“The better to hold you with, my dear.” He climbed on top of her and she stared into his face.

“Grandmother, what big ears you have…” His mouth twitched and he smiled, leaning in close and murmuring to her in his own voice,

“The better to hear you with, my dear.”

“Grandmother, what big eyes you have,” she said to him.

“The better to see you with, my dear,” and he slid himself into her. She cried out, first in pain, then in pleasure, as he began to fuck her. He held her arms down, one of his large hands able to clasp her two wrists, but she did not struggle. Instead, she let her body rise and fall to meet his, frenzied and rousing. His free hand reach beneath the bedclothes, sweetly tormenting parts of her body she had never knew existed.

She felt herself burst. Her body tensed in unknown joy around his as she fell into his wild brown eyes. As she started to relax, he began to thrust harder, untamed, harder and harder and harder into her until it hurt again and she cried out once more, loudly. He closed his eyes, a grotesque serenity on his face, before she felt him cum, hot and filthy and fantastic inside her.

“Grandmother, what a big mouth you have…” she whispered as he lay next to her, and he turned to look at her, that hunger in his eyes no less abated. He smiled his awful smile and bared his fangs.

“The better to eat you with!” She shrank back as he lunged at her, not knowing if he was going to bite her or kiss her.

 

She never knew, for at that very moment, the Huntsman murdered the Wolf, his blood spilling over her, masking her own loss of innocence spattered on the bedsheets. She was supposed to be happy, grateful, and now, a good wife, and she threw her blood-soaked cloak into the river to forget. But somethings are never forgotten, replayed underneath her fingertips while tears roll down her cheeks, and no one actually lives happily after after.

Hot Swinging Stories for the Sexually Fluid!

Here’s a fascinating quote from a blog about a Scientific American research article on bisexuality: “Interestingly, [the author] also found that as women age, they become more aware of their sexual fluidity, and thus tend to turn more toward bisexuality than away from it.”

That would definitely be true at our house, where we discovered a few years back that both of us love to read f/f erotic scenes as well as sizzling m/f scenes. It wasn’t much of a leap from reading them to writing them – and once we’d opened up that possibility, new ones beckoned: three-way, four-way and more, in all sorts of combinations, crafted for heightened erotic excitement. Writing them is a tough job, but somebody’s got to do it!

For sure it’s true in the home of Jennifer Andrews, heroine of our Swinging Games series at Extasy Books. Discovering her bisexuality is the main reason Jen and her husband ventured into the swinging world at mid life. Reviewers at Whipped Cream, San Diego Erotica Books Examiner and Fallen Angels Reviews all agree the series is a smashing success!

San Diego Erotica Books Examiner  – Four Stars!

This is a sexual tale of a woman named Jennifer, who discovers after many years of marriage that she is bisexual. Her husband Brett, is more than happy to indulge her by getting into the swing of things. This story is hot … imagination takes on a life of its own. Don’t let this one pass you by.

 

Fallen Angel Reviews  – Five Angels!

Hookups is a fun quick read full of sexual fantasies, lust and passion. If Adriana Kraft writes to entertain, she has succeeded with Hookups… While the sex scenes are explicit, Ms. Kraft handles the content well. She has managed to write a unique love story with a twist. The characters are well rounded, each with their own idiosyncrasies that endear them to the reader. I’m interested to see if we are going to find out more about Jen and Brett and their band of merry swingers; I hope so.

 

 Whipped Cream Reviews  – Four Cherries!         

I wasn’t sure what to expect when I started reading A Tempting Taste Swinging Games 2. The title pretty much summarized the premise, but my oh my, did I underestimate just how scorching hot those next seventy or so pages were going to be!…Brett and Jen are not your typical gorgeous twenty or thirty-year olds. They are in their fifties, and some of their “partners” are older than that. It was also refreshing to read, and is something that is rarely found…This is something you read when you want straight up hotness, because there is plenty to go around!  

The next installment in the series will be out in just two weeks, on November 11:

 

What happens when the neighbors find out? Jen and Brett Andrews’ swinging world turns upside down when it comes too close to home – will their friends keep their secret? Will they have to stop swinging, or worse yet, move? What if the friends want to join in? Delectable complexities unfold as Jen and Brett continue their swinging adventures!

 

On the Verandah

Last night I caught up with an old friend. Seven years ago, as a result of “life’s upheavals”, marital break up for her, move interstate for me; we shared a home together. The house was in a cul de sac in a very family oriented suburb. Don’t ask what two thirty something professional women and a dog were doing living there, we definitely didn’t fit the stereo type. However we firmly believe to this day, that we kept the neighbors entertained with what we fondly termed our “verandah sessions”.

It was a colonial style, two storey, four bedroom family home, flanked by verandahs all round. The back balcony was long and wide, although located reasonably close to 3 neighbour’s properties. We could often hear them, so we figured they could hear us. We had great views across the local reserve that was a few streets away as the house was situated on top of a hill. I used to love sitting out there looking at the stars.

Anyway getting back to our verandah sessions, we would sit out there smoking cigarettes drinking wine and talking. Our conversations were erudite and enlightening and usually revolved around men and sex. The more wine we consumed the more enlightening and amusing (at least to us) our conversations became and the more we got into the nitty gritty of men and sex.

We never heard the neighbours during our verandah sessions, which we eventually realised was because they were so engrossed in listening and learning from our conversations that they kept quite. We were our own unique version of “Sex and the Suburbs” I was Carrie with a hint of Miranda and she was definitely Samantha. There was no Charlotte!

Anyway I caught up with this friend last night. The plan was that we would catch a movie and then go onto some trendy new cafe for a bite to eat and maybe a bit of talent spotting. I arrived at her place late, (par for the course). After admiring my retail therapy efforts from that afternoon; a gorgeous pair of Sergio Rossi shoes, that aren’t two inches too high and half a size too small, (really they’re not!) and a very bright fuchsia pink wallet that my friend assures me I can carry off (besides it matches the shoes), we ended up opening a bottle of wine (nice sparkling red D’Arenburg Peppermint Paddock,) and then another bottle of wine (Torbreck Shiraz yumm), sitting on her back deck laughing and talking about men and sex. It was just like old times (minus the cigarettes).

She finally fessed up the identity of her clandestine shag 4 years ago. I had known all about it at the time, but no matter how hard I tried, I could never get her to disclose his identity. This drove me crazy! Although I will never tell (girlfriend’s code of conduct), it cracked me up when I finally found out who it was. Now I know why she never disclosed!!

It made me realise that there is no therapy like sharing a laugh with a friend.