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Tue, 22 May 2012 19:30:00 -0400

It's uncommon, in my experience, at least, to see someone nude in public. It's rare, in fact, to spot someone who's even partially nude.

I can count the times I've seen such a display on one hand. Although I'd prefer to see more such spectacles--the more, the merrier--I guess having seen but a few instances of bare boobs and bare butts (I've never been fortunate enough to see a bare cunt or, for that matter, a bare cock and bare balls) makes the few that I have seen all that more memorable.

It's surprising to me, though, that more people, women especially, don't seem to want to strut their stuff to maximum effect. One would think that anyone with a body like that of Pamela Anderson or Jennifer Love Hewitt would welcome full exposure. Unfortunately, such does not seem to be the case.

My first sight of someone naked in public was of a couple who'd apparently had been caught in a thunderstorm while fucking in the woods. My parents warned me and my siblings not to look. "Hide your eyes!" we were instructed. Of course, we did nothing of the sort, and, consequently, got quite an eyeful of bouncing boobs, swaying cock, and jiggling balls.

My next sight of naked flesh was granted to me by the girlfriend of a friend who was driving us to Ocean City, Maryland. As we came to within half an hour's distance from our destination, she decided to change, in front of all of the rest of us. She was the only woman in our company, and, hardly out of her teens, she must have received quite a thrill by becoming not merely the focus of our attention, but also the center of the entire universe. Our eyes were focused on her maidenly tits, which were of the sleekness, firmness, and buoyancy that are possible only for the young and beautiful.

I was later treated to the sight of a young woman without panties who, on a blustery day, pumped gasoline into her sports car while the wind played havoc with her mini-skirt. As she tended to the business at hand, she affected to remain as unconcerned as any other motorist who'd stopped to top off his or gas tank, despite her skirt's fluttering about her hips to reveal the full, round globes of her sleek, firm buttocks to every Tom, Dick, and Harry. It's impossible to suppose that, with the breeze fanning her bare fanny, she was unaware that her bottom was on display for all the world to admire. Obviously, she'd dressed in this provocative manner intentionally, planning to be provocative. She succeeded.

My fourth encounter with deliberate nudity was at Mission Beach in San Diego, California. A woman in a thong bikini, apparently having developed an appetite while bathing in the sun, left the beach and the boardwalk to enter a fast-food restaurant, where she stood in line, waiting her turn to order, purchasing a hamburger, French fries, and a diet soda. All the while, she appeared to be oblivious of the stares, some indignant, some embarrassed, but many others admiring, of her fellow diners, a few of whom were minor children.

I also saw a man rollerblading on the same boardwalk, while wearing nothing but a gold lamé jockstrap. In addition, I spied a couple of young men, quite tan and handsome, walking together near Lake Havasu City's London Bridge, wearing the same article of clothing, but in white cotton, rather than gold lamé. Most likely, these men were gay, as no straight man is likely ever to wear such a garment--at least, not as his only costume--in public places (or, barring college or high school locker rooms, private ones, either, for that matter).

Other than these displays, I've seen only the tops of women's buttocks, including just the uppermost extreme of their nether cleavages, when they've sat down and their waistbands have not been quite tight-fitting enough to prevent a backward sagging of the seats of their pants. Although such glimpses are unexpected, as all serendipitous experiences are, and they are mildly tantalizing, they tease more than they please, rather like the projection of a woman's nipples through the thin fabric of her tee-shirt or halter top. One is grateful for, and appreciative of, what's shared, but one is not satisfied.

Were I the ruler of the world, all men and women would go naked from the day they were born, and they would be laid out nude in their caskets on the day of their funerals. I'm a firm, even usually swollen, believer in nudity for all. Unfortunately, Barack Obama is the leader of the world--or, if the mass media can be believed (which is very doubtful, indeed), the leader, at least, of the free world, and he has not yet decreed that every American, let alone every citizen of the world, go about always in the altogether. (I suspect that this is merely because he himself has a small, if not tiny, penis.)

Therefore, I do what any other all-America, red-blooded voyeur, denied a sufficiency of exhibitionism, would do: I turn to the Internet to supply the tits and asses and twats (and, in my case, as an equal-opportunity voyeur, the cocks and balls) that, otherwise, I would have to do without. I can't help it. I love skin. Nudity is a beautiful thing, especially when "private parts" are "secretly" revealed, rather than concealed, in public places (and even if the apparent secrecy is actually more feigned than real, as long as the covert display looks authentic).

With these confessions in mind, I'd like to lay out, so to speak, some of the criteria that I find useful in evaluating Internet sites' exhibitions of "public nudity," in the hope of advancing a connoisseurship of such exhibitions among aficionados of such delightful displays. Readers are free to disagree, of course, and to offer their own views. My observations, as Michael Savage is wont to say, in an altogether different context, are, after all, only "one man's opinion" (and a gay man's opinion, at that), but, hey, if we want to advance an appreciation of the fine art of exhibitionism, we have to begin somewhere, right? (In addition, writing this essay gives me the chance to ogle some fine naked ladies online as I establish and apply my criteria for determining what's hot and what's not with regard to depictions of public nudity.)

Let me start with what I don't like. For me, to be hot, public nudity photos have to look as if the model is actually exposing, or flashing, herself in public. Pictures in which a woman is mixing with pedestrians on a crowded street or in a busy shopping mall or store while everyone around her seems oblivious to her presence aren't what I'm looking for, even if the model herself is stunning.

Why not? There could be a reason for the blasé reaction of the passersby. For example, Europeans' ideas about nudity are, or can be, quite different than those of Americans. For many Europeans, nudity is no big deal. It's the natural state, and, if anything, it's clothing that's a bit bizarre. However, I'm a red-white-and-blue-blooded, all-American man (albeit more gay than is the norm among my fellow red-white-and-blue-blooded, all-American men), and I like to ogle women who appear naked in public because, in America, at least, such behavior is taboo, and it is because it's taboo that it's also titillating. When people are matter-of-fact about the presence of a nude woman among them, well, their nonchalant attitude reduces the pictures' erotic appeal.

For the same reason, if the model is unselfconsciously or openly naked, the pictures are less than invigorating. She doesn't necessarily have to be ashamed or embarrassed about showing her tits and ass to the world, but her expression should suggest, at least, a modicum of naughtiness, as if she's aware that she's doing something she shouldn't be doing, something a little risky, even, something that could land her tits and ass in jail, along with her twat. She should have the decency, at the very least, to smile, as if to say, What I'm doing is naughty and forbidden, but, hey, it's fun, too, and, besides, guys, I know that you like what you see and don't, for a moment, share the socially correct view that what I'm doing represents "indecent exposure."

Some photos show the model naked, but, although she's standing, sitting, squatting, or otherwise enjoying the Great American Outdoors, she's far from the madding crowd, as Thomas Hardy might have put it. In fact, unless one counts the deer and the antelope, she's pretty much alone. There are no prying eyes of the homo sapiens sort anywhere to be found, so, even though she's in a meadow or a forest or a swamp or the desert or wherever, its arguable as to whether she's nude in public at all.

I admire women's backsides. To me, they are the best feminine feature, bar none (with breasts a close second). However, for public nudity, the face is more important than the fanny in creating the illusion that one is checking out a gorgeous gal who is naked in public. I want to see her face, and I want her to be smiling, and I want it to appear that she knows that she's naked in public and that she knows that being naked in public is, on some level, in her society, at least, considered "wrong." I want her to be a bit of a bad girl, and that requires her not only to be aware that she is being naughty but also that she be aware that I, the voyeur, am aware that she's aware, and, alas, as pretty as most feminine fannies are, they haven't learned, as yet, to convey the finer nuances of subjectivity.

Too exaggerated a pose also fails to enter the arousal zone of my Public Nudity Erotic Scale for the simple reason, again, that a woman is unlikely to pose like a flamingo, balanced upon one leg, with her head down, if she's nude in public, nor is she likely to be executing cartwheels or standing on her head or squatting as if she's about to relieve her bladder all over a parking lot or a sidewalk or a street. If she's really an exhibitionist, she's going to be careful, she's going to be circumspect, she's going to be guarded and vigilant. In short, she's going to be practicing the techniques, tactics, and maneuvers I describe in "How To Flash Your Tits, Cunt or Ass," which fine article is also available on this site, expressly for your reading pleasure.

Although there will (or should) be others around her (she is, after all, supposed to be flashing in public, which presupposes an audience), she shouldn't be escorted by others. She should be by herself. I mean, what exhibitionist goes out to flash others while she is accompanied by an entourage (unless maybe she's Paris Hilton, Britney Spears, Lindsay Lohan, or Janet Jackson)?

As you can see, I've given this matter a lot--some might say, too much--thought. What can I say? I like public nudity.

I've laid down a few rules for what shouldn't appear in photographs that depict women nude in public. What should such pictures incorporate?

As it turns out the inclusive elements are easier to cite than the exclusive ones. First of all, the model must be a looker. Whether blonde, brunette, redhead, Asian, Caucasian, African-American, or Native American, she should be beautiful, both of face and of figure. (Personally, I prefer the wholesome girl-next-door look of spicy naughtiness mixed with saucy niceness, but, then, hey, I'm gay, so real men should take my opinion in this matter, at least, with a half ton of salt. What's essential, whether a voyeur is gay or straight, male, female, or shemale, is that the nude be drop-dead gorgeous. Her body should embody beauty.)

A lot of the other pluses are just the opposites of the minuses already mentioned: the model should smile, and her smile should say, What I'm doing is naughty and forbidden, but, hey, it's fun, too; although she should be alone in the sense that she's unescorted, she should also be surrounded by others, and her audience should regard her nudity as being a bit risqué and a little bawdy; and, finally, she should adopt and maintain a posture that looks natural rather than affected.

A few other positives also come to mind, which are not merely the contraries to the aforementioned negatives. One is that the outdoors should be scenic. Why should milady be slumming when she could be enjoying the beauty of the local park or the crowded streets of a quaint mountainside village? I want, most of the time, to see blue skies, green fields, and bright flowers. If sand must be shown, then, as a rule, make it a beach, not the desert.

Being nude in public isn't a right (at least, not in most places); it's a challenge, accepted not out of a sense of duty but as a dare. The model should suggest that she knows that she could be caught red-assed, as it were, and hauled off to jail. She should be sassy and shy, daring and wary, innocent and naughty, and wholesome and lewd, all at the same time, and, most of all, she should do all this with a coy look and a saucy smile.

byCal Y. Pygia

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Traditional Marriage Doesn't Work

Tue, 22 May 2012 12:31:34 -0400

Traditional Marriage Doesn't Work

I bet that title pissed some of you off. Please slow down and read the contents of this blog before judging. I just wanted to make sure I got you to this page so as to read my whole message. If you guys saw my twitter blow up this morning, yes I am mad, maybe more frustrated than mad but certainly all fired up. Love me or hate me one thing you guys know is that I am a passionate person. I have very strong opinions and fight feverishly to help people find their true selves and to have the courage to live life on their own, liberated terms. Trying to live up to the standards your folks or society have pressed upon you makes no one happy. Sadly some people leave this amazing planet having never gotten to know themselves, nor understanding that they had a purpose. Our purpose? it's simple…. live the life you were given! Too simple for you? Ok let's dig deeper.

I do not personally know you. I have no idea if you like the opera or football, travel by plane or care, being alone or in groups. So, how silly for me to TELL you that you SHOULD by a ticket to NY to see the opera this weekend and stay over night in a hotel by yourself. There would only be one reason I would do this. Because that would be what I would enjoy, not you. It is very presumptuous for me to tell you what to do being that I do not really know you. As a society we do this to "marriage". A clear definition was written hundreds of years ago about what marriage is and should be. As a society we have evolved however the marriage definition has not. And we can see by the shocking numbers of marriages that end in divorce just how good this tradition is working.

It is my firm belief no one can tell anyone what will make them happy other than themselves. Wow that was a tongue twister. As a society we have been trained to ostracize "different". Who defined "normal" and how it has managed to become so important to us still baffles me. I have some amazing articles in my site that I have compiled on the history of monogamy, Sex and relationships, etc. Very forth telling and intriguing. Most of the research only confirms my own theories. Not all, but most. I am by no means a nay sayer of monogamy. I simply do not believe it works for the majority of marriages. Just look at the facts. Divorce rates are ridiculous. Infidelity is on the rise. We have all fallen into the systematic process of date, marry, monogamy, too hard, too much work, divorce. This sucks! Marriage should be fun! It's can and should be a lifetime of adventure with your soulmate. When true deep passionate trusting love exists… our natural non monogamous feelings can perfectly fit into a fabulous marriage. getting some "strange" is a natural desire. Of course we are told to fight any urge to be with someone other than your spouse after marriage. Your a better person for fighting and beating the urge. Says who? That is absurd! If you and your mate are solid and love one another completely with your hearts, why would adding spice and fun to that coupling damage? That's the point… it wouldn't. But you see, if we all figured this out, what oh what would the media have to show during sweeps week? Everyone likes to feel "ok" with their life. They may not be happy but when news stories about "adulterers, and cheaters" come across the tube people can get on their fake pedestals and smirk "oh I am better than them." lol! Think again. More than likely you have cheating in your glass house marriage. The media uses negative words to portray a beautiful, honest loving lifestyle. I Never once heard nightline (watch video here) use the words I just did. On the contrary, they told the story but were very strategic to insert "adultery" "infidelity" " cheating" to describe what this loving couple was "participating" in. What a joke. They completely missed the point of "swinging" and made it into what the "normal" sec of society WANTS the Lifestyle to be. I think Monogamy can work for some. Few, but some. It can be beautiful, just as open marriages can be. Judge not, figure out your own way, and then start living that way.

Peace!
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Brandi

Caliente Caribe

Wed, 16 May 2012 00:00:00 -0400

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Seacliff Apartment - $186 per person per night -
A spacious two room suite (1062 sq. ft.). Living room with sofa, two chairs, coffee table, dining area and a kitchenette. Separate bedroom with two queen size or one king size bed, tile bath with shower and patio or balcony.

One Bedroom Ocean View Villa - $198 pppn
A private ocean view villa with 860 sq. ft.. Featuring a living room with sofa, two chairs, coffee table, dining area, and a kitchenette. All Villas have a separate bedroom with either two queen size or one king size bed and large tile bath

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A private OCEAN FRONT villa with 860 sq. ft.. Featuring a living room with sofa, two chairs, coffee table, dining area, and a kitchenette. All Villas have a separate bedroom with either two queen size or one king size bed and large tile bath

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brandi-naked-outdoors

Tue, 15 May 2012 00:00:00 -0400

“AAAAHHH, god I’m going to come, oohh yes your hot sucking mouth feels like hot melting butter being poured over my dick, aaaahhhh”.

It was one of many mornings that Eric was woken with his sensuous wife Teresa of three years sucking his cock. She could not get enough of his 12” hard purple headed blue veined penis. Sucking his massive cock and sperm loaded balls made the already hot Teresa even hotter. Eric raised his head from the pillow, watching as his wife enjoyed swallowing down his ready to shoot dick.

“Its coming my love, ooohhh yes, aaaahhhh”

Within seconds Eric’s raging cock began to ejaculate his hot load of sperm. Teresa could not take it in fast enough as her mouth was being flooded with the hot creamy jism. It began to run out at the corners of her sweet kissable mouth. Teresa hated to loose any sperm drop and licked it up with her pink tongue. The drops she missed dripped down upon her magnificent 40DD tits. Many women have a slight sag with a 40DD bust even at 28. With Teresa there was no sag to her marvelous breasts but large silky orbs with very sensitive nipples. When she was over heated Eric sucking her nipples would give her an orgasm. Teresa loved accentuating her body by wearing half cup bras or very often being braless. It gave her tits the lift that made men turn when she walked past them. Teresa enjoyed being a cock tease wearing clothing that showed off her slim delicious body. Her daily wardrobe either consisted of a tight white blouse which displayed a deep cleavage and a four inch long mini-skirt.

“Aaaahhh my love your cock sucking leaves me so exhausted”.

“It makes me so hot” Teresa responded

“And what does it do to your cunt?”

Teresa took his hand and guided it between her delicious silky thighs.

“Feel for yourself” Eric slipped three of his fingers into her wet cunt.

“Stop playing my pet, your driving me crazy, finger fuck me, do anything”

Eric hated to see Teresa who just satisfied him being so antsy. His 12” cock became hard again and guided it between her thighs. Teresa placed her legs around his back as he fucked his dick into his wife’s beautiful wet pussy. In pumping his cock in and out, it did not take long for the morning’s second load of sperm to wash into her already dripping pussy.

God what a dripping cunt she had now.

After Eric pulled out his dick he leaned over her pussy and gave it a slow tongue bath.

“Ah fuck me with your tongue” she moaned.

He too could not get enough of orally satisfying his dream wife. Eric’s long tongue fucked in and out of her sperm loaded pussy, passing over her clit with gentle tongue jabs. Each contact brought moaning sounds from Teresa’s beautiful mouth. Her convulsions became more powerful. And then electricity brought her to another peak of a power house orgasm. Seeing Teresa’s sexual shakes, gave another rise to Eric’s cock. It grew hard quickly. Watching her enjoyment, Eric took a hold of his hard dick and gently rubbed up and down on his love object. He once again felt pearls of pre-cum on the tip of his penis. He wet down his right hand and began to masturbate. Teresa had just opened her eyes from the joy of the electric orgasm. She saw Eric masturbating. Teresa could not resist by helping him jerk off. She placed her hand over his and both were now gliding up and down on his cock that already was sucked and gave Teresa the joy of a orgasmic fuck.

“I’m going to come again my pet” Eric said in a quite voice

“Go ahead, cum for me”

Teresa leaned over his throbbing dick, guiding it to her mouth. She was not quick enough and Eric’s massive cock erupted all over her luscious face. His sperm shot at her nose, eyes, succulent mouth and what was left, Teresa took into her mouth. She sucked and sucked once again as Eric reached between her wide spread thighs. This time instead of his tongue fucking her pussy, he finger fucked her. He brought her around for the third time to a fever pitch of heat and an orgasm that left her weak. As she was convulsing, Eric also came for the third time. The sperm ran down between his legs, dripping unto his balls and then unto the sheets.

“Oh Christ that was so good my love” Eric slowly spoke in somewhat of a whisper.

Teresa agreed that it was sumptuous.

After gathering her breath and some energy Teresa rose from the bed and headed into the bathroom trying to get ready for the day at the office. Eric seeing his sexy wife entering the bathroom, could not resist and followed her in.

“We really don’t have time to play” she said in a sexy throaty voice

He did not pay attention, knowing that the sound of her voice indicated her weakening. Teresa felt Eric standing behind her. His arms surrounded her with his hands sliding down, palming her massive tits. Teresa’s nipples stiffened quickly as she leaned back against him. His hands did not stop there, but slid up and down her hot body.

“Oh god yes don’t stop” Teresa said in a chocked up voice

“Are you sure my pet”

Teresa took one of his hands and guided it between her widely spread thighs.

“Always ready aren’t you my pussy cat” Eric whispered into her right ear

Teresa did not have to be asked for a second time giving easy access to Eric’s finger. …And then one of his fingers slipped between her fleshy lips. Her vulva was hot and wet. …And then slowly pulled out his finger, knowing that she would not be happy.

“Don’t stop, pinch it, suck it, do something to my cunt” Teresa begged as her clitoris popped out from the slick sheath.

He began to kiss and lick her neck making Teresa weaker and weaker. Her resistance melted as she bends over the sink spreading her silky gorgeous legs. Her clit was now sticking out of her wet sheath and clean shaven pussy. It was stiff and a sign of her animalistic needs. Eric’s hot cock began to drip on the floor. He took his stiff throbbing penis into his hand, and made it even harder by rubbing it up and down. It seemed his 12” was more like 13”.

“Please my love don’t make me wait”

Eric now encircled her hips and held on to her tightly. She slowly raised her right leg bringing her knee to rest on the wide rimmed sink. This movement spread Teresa’s anal eye. The hole was slick and with slowness Eric would be able to fuck her asshole without hurting her.

“Slowly my love” Teresa said in a sexy quite voice

Eric would never hurt her sexually it was all love and the joy of there hot fucking. He reached into the medicine cabinet and brought out olive oil. He took a hand full and rubbed it up and down of his ready to fuck cock. His oil covered penis head finally touched her anal eye.

“AAAAHHHH, god slowly”

“Yes my love slowly”

He rubbed his cock back and forth, round in circles, bringing her anal eye into a throbbing state. And then his cock slowly entered Teresa’s most gorgeous ass. At the same time he reached again for her wet vulva and let his finger circle her popped out clit.

“I’m coming already” Teresa moaned

“So am I” Eric replied

His cock was pumping and pumping, emptying into her round luscious ass. Eric’s cock was finally empty and as he withdrew his semi-hard dick, Teresa lowered her leg slowly from the wide rim of the sink.

“Oh my love my pussy is beautifully exhausted”

“So is my cock”

It seemed not to be completely true, since Eric’s dick was still in a semi-hard state. Teresa took it in her right hand and teased it into hardness.

“I just can’t get enough of that 12” thing of yours” Teresa said with a smile.

The finally began to dress. Eric saw Teresa getting dressed in the mirror. The clothes she was putting on brought him to another hard on. Wearing a tight blouse and a short pleated mini, left nothing to the imagination. As she was bending over for her shoes, Eric snuck up quickly on her and raised her skirt.

“God I love you when you are pantiles”

He caressed her ass cheeks and swiftly shoved his middle finger thru her anal ring.

“AAAAHHH, stop”

“You are already wet my love”

Teresa spread her legs slightly, as Eric unzipped himself, pulled out his dick and guided it into her pussy doggie style.

“OOOhhh yes make me cum”

….And so Eric did.

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Kelly Madison in Voodoo Sex Kitten

Fri, 11 May 2012 08:00:00 -0400

A Little About Me:

I get asked a lot why I got in to this sort of business. I suppose I was always a very sexually inquisitive child. I loved to sneak into my older sister's bedroom and look at her husband's Hustler magazines. I imagined myself one day being one of those women with the ability to turn people on. I started early in life playing doctor with my cousin Janine Lindemulder. My cousin is a very famous adult starlet so I guess we have each other to thank. I soon became very interested in boys and when I was in highschool I dated the same guy for 3 years before going out to explore the world of men. And beleive me, I did my share of exploring. I dated every kind of nationality out there.

Kelly Madison and her husband Ryan are two people I have come to appreciate and even consider friends. These two work hard and play hard! I honestly wouldn't consider them amateurs .. their content is better than many of the so called pro's. What I would consider them is wild! They are swingers for sure but they are so much more than that!

I am thrilled to have Kelly here at brandilove.com! Please be sure to send her a message and by all means visit her site sometime!

Visit Kelly Madison's Site Here >

My Angel

Thu, 10 May 2012 07:17:24 -0400

I have to share this wine with you all. It has to be one of the best I have had in a very long time under $100. You owe it to yourself to try it as long as you like chewy reds. This is NOT a beginers wine. One of the most robust and complex, but smooth! Absolutely delicious!

Product Notes:
"A very ambitious style, with dark, exotic toast leading the way for fig sauce, currant paste and Turkish coffee flavors that manage to stay pure and driven. The long, very polished finish let a mineral note echo. Carmenère and Petit Verdot. Drink now through 2011. 11,000 cases made. –JM" -Rated 91, Wine Spectator

"The 2006 Purple Angel is composed of 92% Carmenere and 8% Petit Verdot (an increasingly important blending grape in Chile) aged for 18 months in new French oak before bottling without filtration. Purple/black in color, it has a splendid perfume of toasty oak, pencil lead, incense, sage, blueberry, and blackberry. Layered, bordering on opulent, this full-throttle wine has gobs of fruit, succulent flavors, and a long, pure finish. Cellar it for 5-7 years and drink it from 2015 to 2026. It is another example of just how good Carmenere can be when grown in the right terroir with extended hang-time. Aurelio Montes remains one of Chile's great innovators and quality leaders. His latest releases are first class from entry level to the top of the portfolio." -Rated 93, Robert Parker's Wine Advocate

"The nose of black olive, grilled beef and black fruit is made elegant via a floral perfume, and overall this big-boned Carmenère is beautifully balanced and loaded with cola, blackberry, licorice and chocolate. Dark as night on the finish, and ageable for a few years. — M.S. (9/1/2009)" -Rated 92, Wine Enthusiast

"Glass-staining ruby. Pungent scents of red and dark berry preserves are complicated by musky herbs, cracked pepper and potpourri, with a suave undercurrent of oak spices. Sweet, pliant blackberry and candied cherry flavors are framed by velvety tannins and given a tangy edge by a bright minerality that builds on the finish. This will reward patience but is pretty delicious right now." -Rated 92, Stephen Tanzer's International Wine Cellar

94 Points - Robert Parker's Wine Advocate: "The 2007 Purple Angel is a blend of Carmenere and Petit Verdot that might be the only competition for Terrunyo’s Carmin de Peumo for top Carmenere-based wine in Chile. Purple/black in color, it displays a splendid nose of exotic spices, herbs, lavender, incense, blueberry, and blackberry. Dense, chewy, and opulent on the palate, this is a rich, already complex offering that is meant strictly for pleasure-seekers. Enjoy it from 2013-2022." (12/2010)

91 Points - Wine Spectator Magazine: "Broad and ripe, displaying layers of boysenberry, plum and fig fruit all held together by notes of maduro tobacco, spice cake and smoked applewood. The long, rich finish lets a dark licorice note play out. Drink now through 2011. 2,050 cases imported." –JM (10/15/2010)

93+ Points - Robert Parker's Wine Advocate (2006 vintage): "The 2006 Purple Angel is composed of 92% Carmenere and 8% Petit Verdot (an increasingly important blending grape in Chile) aged for 18 months in new French oak before bottling without filtration. Purple/black in color, it has a splendid perfume of toasty oak, pencil lead, incense, sage, blueberry, and blackberry. Layered, bordering on opulent, this full-throttle wine has gobs of fruit, succulent flavors, and a long, pure finish. Cellar it for 5-7 years and drink it from 2015 to 2026. It is another example of just how good Carmenere can be when grown in the right terroir with extended hang-time.

Aurelio Montes remains one of Chile's great innovators and quality leaders. His latest releases are first class from entry level to the top of the portfolio." -Jay Miller (6/2009)

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Brandi

brandi-brings-back-marilyn

Tue, 08 May 2012 20:30:00 -0400

Actress Marilyn Monroe was born Norma Jeane Mortenson on June 1, 1926, in Los Angeles, California. During her all-too-brief life, Marilyn Monroe overcame a difficult childhood to become of the world's biggest and most enduring sex symbols. During her career, Monroe's films grossed more than $200 million. At only 36 years old, Marilyn Monroe died of a drug overdose on August 5, 1962.

Actress. Born Norma Jeane Mortenson (later baptized as Norma Jeane Baker) on June 1, 1926, in Los Angeles, California. During her all-too-brief life, Marilyn Monroe overcame a difficult childhood to become of the world's biggest and most enduring sex symbols. She never knew her father, and her mother Gladys, developed psychiatric problems and was eventually placed in a mental institution. Growing up, Monroe spent much of her time in foster care and in an orphanage. In 1937, a family friend and her husband, Grace and Doc Goddard, took care of her for a few years. But when Doc's job was transferred in 1942 to the East Coast, the couple could not afford to bring Monroe with them.

Once again, Monroe faced life in foster care. But she had one way out—get married. She wed her boyfriend Jimmy Dougherty on June 19, 1942. A merchant marine, Dougherty was later sent to the South Pacific. Monroe went to work in a munitions factory in Burbank where she was discovered by a photographer. By the time Dougherty returned in 1946, Monroe had a successful career as a model. She dreamt of becoming an actress like Jean Harlow and Lana Turner.

Her marriage fizzled out as Monroe focused more on her career. The couple divorced in 1946—the same year she signed her first movie contract. With the movie contract came a new name and image, she began calling herself "Marilyn Monroe" and dyed her hair blonde. But her acting career didn't really take off until the 1950s. Her small part in John Huston's crime drama The Asphalt Jungle (1950) garnered her a lot of attention. That same year she impressed audiences and critics alike as Claudia Caswell in All About Eve, starring Bette Davis.

In 1953, Monroe made a star-making turn in Niagara, starring as a young married woman out to kill her husband with help from her lover. The emerging sex symbol was paired with another bombshell, Jane Russell, for the musical comedy Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (1953). The film was a hit and Monroe continued to find success in a string of light comedic fare, such as How to Marry a Millionaire with Betty Grable and Lauren Bacall, There's No Business like Show Business (1954) with Ethel Merman and Donald O'Connor, and The Seven Year Itch (1955). With her breathy voice and hourglass figure, Monroe became a much-admired international star.

Tired of bubbly, dumb blonde roles, Monroe moved to New York City to study acting with Lee Strasberg at the Actors' Studio. She returned to the screen in the dramatic comedy Bus Stop (1956), playing a saloon singer kidnapped by a rancher who has fallen in love with her. She received mostly praise for her performance.

In 1959, Monroe returned to familiar territory with the wildly popular comedy Some Like It Hot with Jack Lemmon and Tony Curtis. She played Sugar Kane Kowalczyk, a singer who hopes to marry a millionaire in this humorous film in which Lemmon and Curtis pretend to be women. They are on the run from the mob after witnessing the St. Valentine's Day Massacre and hide out with an all-girl orchestra featuring Monroe. Her work on the film earned her a Golden Globe Award for Best Actress in a Comedy.

Reunited with John Huston, Monroe starred opposite Clark Gable and Montgomery Clift in The Misfits (1961). Set in Nevada, this adventure drama features Monroe who falls for Gable's cowboy, but battles him over the fate of some wild mustangs. This was her last completed film.

In 1962, Monroe was dismissed from Something's Got to Give—also starring Dean Martin—for missing so many days of filming. According to an article in The New York Times, the actress claimed that...

Massage Part 2

Fri, 04 May 2012 21:53:37 -0400

While my feet were soaking my sweet new friend with the incredibly strong hands continued to work my neck and shoulders working all the way down to my lower back. A few minutes later she went back to my feet. After thoroughly drying them with a fresh white warm towel she had me move back onto the bed so my head was resting perfectly on a soft pillow and my feet were at the end of the bed. Each foot was lighten to be placed back down on a fluffy silk pillow. My eyes were covered with a light towel and the foot and leg massage began. Knuckles into the soles of my feet had me melting into the bed. 10 minutes of pure focus on each foot and then she began a thai "pressure point" style massage on my thighs. I am not a shy person at all but I have to tell you I did smirk a bit under my towel as her hands pressed down just centimeters from my hooha. I was only a tad nervous because this room, as I mentioned in the previous post… was very public. I tensed up a little and then was like , screw it…. She can do whatever she wants… this is awesome! LOL

45 minutes later, with crusty drained up drool on the corners of my mouth…. I was awoken to "ok, ok now you go with friend." I sleepily followed my masseuse down a narrow hallway. A linen cloth was pulled back and I was motioned to enter after removing my shoes. I was handed a white sheet and told to remove all clothing except my underwear and poof like that she was gone. I did as I was told (hehe) and laid down on my tummy and waited. Seconds later a soft little voice said "you ready? I come in". Ready I was! My eyes were already closed and the no time was wasted. As she entered the room her hands were already on my legs. Her tiny body was all over the bed and me. It was amazing. She must have been a gymnast! She used her weight and maneuvered around the massage bed like a nimble ballerina pressing on my muscles and releasing with swiftness and perfect accuracy. As the pain set in she was already applying relief. Intense yet totally relaxing. I am almost in a total slumber when my leg got yanked out from under the sheet and whipped over my head. OMG I had no idea I could even do that! She did some moves on me that hurt, but stretched so good, and made me laugh all at the same time.

I was sad to see my hour and masseuse vanish like a fart in the wind:( It was almost dream like… she entered and left with me never even seeing her. I will most definitely be back for another "thai massage" experience next time I am on LA. Everyone should experience this pain/ pleasure at least once in their lifetime, you won't regret it!

xxx
Brandi

Happy Ending?

Fri, 04 May 2012 01:47:19 -0400

It's not all sex! I know there is a ton of it for sure but some of the other experiences I have along the way are just as awesome. SO you guys know I have worked striated since arriving on the 23rd. I am doing amazingly well but surely started to slow down a tad. My muscles are screaming a bit and mentally I am a bit pooped. Being homesick can wreck havoc on you. Knowing how sore my muscles are my friends suggest a little "Thai" massage place right around the corner from them. I got home from my scene the other day so I walked over and they got me in right away.

I walked into this very unassuming door covered by a very thin bamboo looking blind. The small front window had linen covering the glass so patrons on the street could not "rally" see in. Steamers of blue blinking lights dangled from the ceiling adding interest and authenticity to the whole look. A tiny neon sign in the front window closest to the door blinked "open" walk in welcome". I have to admit I was a bit nervous. I always get a bit nervous for something new but in my more mature age I find the "new" more exciting than not. I walk in and the door jingles with Christmas like bells hanging above the door frame. I hear the scattering of little feet and a lot of movement in a prior very still room. Three Thai women not one over 4'9 greeted me with huge welcoming smiles. "can I help you?" They motioned for me to come further into the room. Pointing a the list of services on the wall they bent at the waist and smiled as if to say "choose what you would like." So I did!

I got a bit over excited with the options being that all I felt was sore. This was my chance to renew and relax. I had some time so I asked if I could do the 40 minute foot massage and then the 1 hour Thai/ swedish massage. A nod got people scurrying. I stood alone in the tiny room in the front of the parlor to wonder if I had offended. Luck for me I had not. My masseuse had run to the back to get the bucket of water to soak my feet. I was persuaded to have a seat on a low cushioned bed covered by a few sheets and blankets. A woman was on the bed next to me, maybe 2 feet away… enjoying her foot massage. Apparently they do those right tree in the front lobby area. The only thing separating our massage beds from the seating "hallway" was a paper thin divider like the ones you see in Asian restaurants. I was wearing a comfy sweat outfit so she simply had me pull the pants up over my knees. She placed my feet in the wooden bucket lined with plastic and then got on the bed with me and began giving me a neck massage. OMG I was tight. For a minute there I was nervous I was going to be in worse shape then before I got there. This tiny little package of a woman had the strongest damn hands I had ever felt. She felt me body tense up and lightened up. From that point I on I began a journey to heaven….

Part 2 coming soon!

xxx
Brandi

Ms Love Best Teacher

Tue, 01 May 2012 19:30:00 -0400

Bruce is shocked to learn the news that Ms. Love has been recently fired. Ms. Love knows it was his big mouth that did some talking & ruined it for them. She wonders why she did it and remembers that she loves hot, young, hung, and dumb boys.

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