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It’s no secret I like a beautiful pair of female feet and shoes. In my experience, a beautiful, flawless pair of female feet comes thru 1 in every 100 chicks.

Fortunately, an exquisite pair of shoes can be found a bit easier.

Take these insanely sexy Costume National heels for example.

 Beautiful bondage for the feet.

And when you have a perfect, flawless pair of feet slipped inside these sexy shoes it is intoxicating. Feet so flawless it appears they were birthed just that day. It is impossible not to visualize those gorgeous toes slipped into the end of these shoes. How the shoe, the leather, the soft supple leather of the interior cradles the foot. How you know, when you finally remove that shoe that you just might shove it up to your face and suck in the air left by that perfect foot.

You know, these shoes are so goddamn refined, so elegant and sexy, there should be some sort of licensing mechanism in place to make certain no one with ugly feet can purchase them.

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It starts like this: Zed feels like he can make a better vac bed than the one we paid $350 buckaroo’s for. So we head down to Home Depot with Angel in tow. While Zed and I are combing the aisles for the needed by-products Angel turns up a few of her own:

That’s another blog post though…

Anyway, so Zed buys about $10 worth of parts and before I know it Angel is in the new vac bed. Zed hooks up the vac pump and away we go. It takes a couple of minutes and some additional taping but suddenly we find Angel completely sucked into the 1mm plastic sheeting Zed used over real latex.

As you can see, Angel’s face is thoroughly sucked in and flattened. Look at that nose. It’s disfigured by how strong the plastic has been sucked down onto her face. Let there be no doubt that this type of vac bed, this clear 1mm plastic sheeting does a very good job at holding the subject in place. That it does a very good job at transferring the erotic feeling of being contained in a fetish substance to the subject at hand.

And I really like the clear look. I like being able to see the subject. To see any distress, pleasure or anguish.

And when it was all over Zed had her tear herself out of the vac bed. That was hot.

With a few minor adjustments this vac bed will come in just under $20. Contrast that against the other bed which retails for $350. Sure, it’s latex. But you can’t see through it and you can’t have the chick tear herself out. Let’s face it, if you can tear up the material the chick is bound in that’s going to be a whole lot more fun.

The Incomparable Zed.

Tags: angel, Vacuum Bed, Zed by JR
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It can be a little unsettling to keep seeing entries like this in your log file. But at the end of the day you know law makers have the same desires and issues as the rest of us. I’m sure it isn’t Nancy Pelosi. More likely it is some Republican that goes to church every Sunday, consistently votes against gay rights, and fucks either another, younger man boy or sees an escort on the side.

Pervert. Over there looking up pornography on tax payer time.

How about that sex industry bailout?

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I suppose there are a few different ways a blow job can be enjoyed. Getting one yourself, personally, comes to the top of the list. Paradoxically, I suspect the vicarious one is probably a very common way of enjoying one as well. You know, watching an anonymous penis get sucked off –either thru an Internet flick or looking at pages of a magazine. So I have a slightly different twist to the vicarious BJ –having the girl suck a dead penis, just behind me, as I watch it on an HDTV.

It was a bit like watching the Super Bowl and being able to arm chair quarterback the whole game. As I enjoyed my cheese sandwich and Coke I occasionally yelled out helpful hints which magically came to fruition right away! Like when I mumbled something about how I wished chicks would use their hands more, suddenly more hand action appeared. And when I said something about how it needed to be more messy –she not only spit on Luther but she spit on herself! Awesome!

This is a a phenomenal alternative to the regular ole’ BJ –don’t take my word for it, try it out yourself!

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As if there weren’t enough reasons to quit smoking –here’s another. Meet Iris. She has a bad nicotine habit. Here she is enjoying a couple of Marlboro Ultra Lights. Good thing it’s ultra lights. Anything more might be a tad too much judging by the tear coming out of her right eye. I better go get her an ashtray.

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Sometimes I think it must be tough to be a photographer here at The Attic. You’re always working under difficult lighting situations, trying to catch a timeless moment while staying out of the way of the videographer. Not to mention you are a girl. And as a girl, between scenes, you’re trying to make the other girl feel comfortable. That girl that just had something terrible happen to her. It’s a balance, a dance. But the thing that strikes me most is the facial expression I sometimes see. While the photographer is very much into the lifestyle, it’s clear I do things that they find unsettling; even unnerving. More than once I’ve done something unkind to a girl. So unkind I had to stop and wait for a moment. For the girl to collect herself. And while waiting my eye has gazed about the room and caught, to my own surprise, the look of absolute horror on the photographer’s face. A look so stark, so compelling it sometimes brings me out of my own head space. Almost as though the photographer has just learned a little something about themselves.

After a recent shoot, a shoot in which I found the girl to be one of my personal favorites, a shoot in which the girl suffered desperately, I heard the photographer say that she had the best job in the world.

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Hello,
My name is XXX and I am interested in your ad on ZZZ. I am 23 years old and can still pass as a minor if I want to. I have a rockin’ tight body, flawless face, straight teeth, mesmerizing eyes, and best of all: a stunning ass, hips, and curves. I am 5’5” and 120lbs. Slender, athletic build with a girl next door persona. I’m in great shape and am a dancer at a local club. I enjoy fetish scenes, domination, bdsm shoots, pin-up modeling, and am open to try something new. I have a flexible schedule, am patient, and reliable. I guarantee an outgoing personality and that I am fun to work with.
If you are still looking for a girl, please email me and I will send you some photos.
XXX

Oh yes, I get these all the time. Pretty much daily. This is the type of response I find myself hurrying through, maybe not even reading it completely. I learned a long time ago this is precisely the type, the style of email that always goes unanswered. Don’t get me wrong now, I will respond to it, but I have no illusions about her ultimately coming in here.

Hello,

My name is YYY and I came across your ad on WWW. I am interested in modeling, and would like to tell you a bit more about myself: I am in my early 20s, measurements: 34B, 26, 34. 5’5, and 130 lb. I pride myself on being very naturally pretty: I have good skin, good teeth, and fine features. I am more 1957 Playboy bunny than 2007 Bunny, having more of an old-fashioned charm which I believe makes me more natural, more happy.
I enjoy being naked, look good naked, and have an open mind. I do not have any formal experience modeling, but by nature I am a theatrical person and enjoy attention. I have included the requested photos that were taken recently.

Thank you and Take Care.

YYY.

I don’t know about you, but experience has taught me the latter is a shoe-in. They may look similar but they have important, subtle differences. In this case, I don’t even think the differences are subtle. I bet you can see them as well.

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Do I have another apple wood smoked ham sandwich or should I have scrambled eggs with fromage blanc goat cheese and sweet onions?

Every time I walk my dogs, Frank waits until he is perfectly situated in terms of distance from every garbage can in the vicinity before he’s ready to take his shit. Now I have to carry a bag of shit the maximum distance.

My vehicle has been in and out of the shop. Last bill was $1300. The rig isn’t worth more than $2400. Now they want $1500 to fix it. Weigh that against the fact it’s useful life has already passed. But I like the vehicle.

With the vehicle down I have no transportation. The closest grocery store is seven tenths of a mile away. I can walk that. But it is the most expensive grocery store known to man. I mean, really stupid, egregiously expensive. The cheap store is five miles away.

Do I bring in the girl who had all the right things to say or do I bring in the girl who had very little to say but my intuition tells me is a better choice?

Do I ditch the plane in an intensely urban area and us all burn to death or do I ditch the plane in the river and hope we all don’t drown?

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Sometimes the chick goes into the bathroom for a long time. I’m just wondering, what are they doing in there? There’s been a time or two I thought maybe somebody should go knock on the door. Check on them. Did they lose their composure? I don’t think so. Not after evaluating the whole countenance of the person once they’ve returned and, of course, before they went in. So what’s up? It only takes so long to do you know what. It isn’t like they need to fix their make-up or hair or anything. Hmm, just looking in the mirror? Did something need some extra special cleaning? I know they aren’t checking their clothes since they only had a robe on when they went in. They are all by themselves.

Jesus. This is a mystery. On par with still waters that run deep, those singular socks that get lost in the drier and the single shoe seen on the side of the road from time to time.

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You know it’s happened. It happened to me the other day. Your tracking along, stroking it and suddenly, without any usual warning, it slips by you. It gets away. Your suddenly at that point of no return. Almost panic stricken in a way. It’s a bit like someone stepping up behind you, tapping you on the shoulder and then punching you in the face when you turn around. Suddenly your faced with a dilemma or two. Should you just go with it? Milk it for all you can? Milk it, stroke it, fuck it with the full knowledge you’ve got a tad bit of explaining to do when your done salvaging the wreck. Or do you just pull back and let your dick sort of convulse, unrequited with that last bit of spew? This latter tactic an effort to keep from feeling so badly about ripping her off (assuming you’re not jacking off, and then why would it matter).

If you’re like me, it rarely happens and that alone is enough to get you off the hook (with a constant lover). But otherwise, fuck, I think you’re screwed (what? did you think I was going to give you a tip or something?).

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