Too clean to f*@k...

Sometimes I don’t want sweet, sentimental sex. I don’t want to kiss, I don’t want to hug, I just want a rough, hard fuck. I haven’t had angry sex in so long, I could really use a good grudge fuck. There’s something to be said for the passion that comes out of anger… sometimes it is even more intense than the passion that arises from love.

I remember the last angry fuck I had. It was a few years ago and I had been sleeping with a guy for about a year. We never dated, were never seen in public together (unless it was a late-night meet up for a night cap before heading home to the sack), and our entire “relationship” was based on sex and sex alone. One night I’d gotten drunk and started texting him, asking him to take me home. He was at work so I went and sat at his bar to wait for him. I was pretty wasted so he gave me his keys and told me I could go crash at his house. I took his keys, got on my bike, and wobbled my way to his house.

I was somehow able to drag my bike up his front steps and into his half of the modified double shotgun. I tried to be quiet so to not wake his roomate as I drunkenly crashed through the house to his bedroom. It was a pigsty, as usual, but I was used to it. I fell into the bed and starred at the cigarette-smoke-stained ceiling. I felt ill so I got up and hurried to his bathroom, just in time to yack. After I got all of the booze out of my stomach, I felt much better. But when I looked around at the bathroom whose floor I was sitting on, I felt sick all over again. It was disgusting! The sink was covered in stubble hairs and old, used, plastic razors. The toilet hadn’t been cleaned since god knows when. The floor had a layer of funk and the bathtub had a nice, brown ring where the water had stood after many baths. It revolted me. I thought it would be a nice surprise for him to come home and find his bathroom clean.

So I cleaned it. And I hate cleaning.

I scrubbed out the tub with bleach, I mopped the floor, I tossed the old razors and scrubbed out the sink. I cleaned the stains underneith the old shampoo and soap bottles around the tub. I did everything but scrub out the toilet, which was just too much for me. I took care to stack his fishing magazines outside in the hallway so they didn’t get wet while I mopped. I didn’t replace them because the floor needed time to dry.

By the time I had finished, I was filthy and exausted and much more sober than when I started (although still fairly drunk). The sun was going to rise soon which meant my lover would be coming home. I went into his room, shut off the lamp, and quickly fell into a heavy sleep.

I was awoken by my lover coming in the room and turning on the lamp.

“Did you clean my bathroom?!” he asked. He sounded pissed.

“Maybe” I said, feeling groggy and intoxicated.

“I thought you were drunk!” he said, still pissed.

“I was but I couldn’t sleep”.

He let out a heavy sigh and climbed into the bed with me. I tried to kiss him but he pushed me away. I turned my back to him and after a minute or two he put his arm around me and roughly pulled me against him, his hard cock pressing against my back. I smiled to myself, thinking I was about to be rewarded.

He made me turn around and he pulled out his hard dick. He pushed my head down towards it and I gladly put it in my mouth. He loved when I did that, saying I gave the best head, and I enjoyed pleasuring him. After sucking him until he nearly came, he got up and pulled my clothes off of me. He slid on a condom and pushed and pulled me into doggy style before fucking the living hell out of me. We didn’t have sex very often, with us both usually being too drunk to perform properly, but this was incredible. We came at the same time and he collapsed onto my back before sliding out of me and falling on to the bed next to me.

“I thought you were mad at me” I said.

“I was. But I got over it”.

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Paradise Marketing, the leading source for sensuality, health and medical products, is introducing the updated packaging to trade and consumers by bringing stores around the world an innovative and updated business opportunity to carry this newly revamped, packaged product. Condom retailers across the globe have started to display the new packaging including major hotels in Atlantic City and Las Vegas.

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The stylish and chic, well-designed boxes are sure to increase sales for adult store owners. The use of illustrious color puts Vivid condoms in a light like no other. So, “slip into something vivid, where pleasure and protection come together.”

Paradise Marketing stands out as the preeminent and most trusted trade source for condoms, personal lubricants and feminine hygiene products for over thirty years. Known for its swift and complete service, competitive price and integrity, the company aligns itself with the best products with the broadest appeal to bring to its trade customers.

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From this point forward...

All of my posts that reveals information about the events that have occurred will be made available to the media through verified requests. Access to the posts in unaltered form will be provided to those who are able to provide valid media credentials.  Access to these posts will be made through the use of a password.

I am handling it this way now through the advice of my attorney as well as to provide law enforcement any assistance they require without tipping off any parties involved.

I am sorry to do this at this time but with my identity being compromised and the threatening emails I have received this morning makes me feel unsafe.

From this point going forward, any and all questions about these events will be handled through my attorney or gathered through other online news reporting services.

My job is done. I exposed the filth for what they are. Now it is time to let justice decide their fate.

Requests for media verified access can be sent to the following email address: adultindustrytruth@gmail.com

To the adult community, I would sincerely watch what you say in open forums. Let this be a lesson that there is always someone watching.

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Ryan Borger, aka Stickyfingerz. You wanted my attention? You got it!

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What's Up, Sex Tape...

I was twenty years old and having the time of my life. I spent several nights a week drinking at a now defunct bar that was managed by some kids I’d grown up with. They were hardly old enough to drink and they didn’t particularly care how old the people in the bar were as long as they made money.

I was easily one of the most attractive girls that hung out there, which isn’t saying a whole lot since the bar was frequented by late-teens, early-twenties greasy stoners. I enjoyed the attention that I got from the guys that hung out there and soon found myself being rather popular. It was a nice change from spending my teen years being one of the most disliked girls in the neighborhood.

On one night, me and a friend were walking down the stairs from the apartment that sat above the bar where we had just watched a girl shave a guy’s head. I was telling my friend how happy I was to be surrounded by friendly folks and knowing everyone by name. I saw a guy who looked vaguely familiar standing outside of the bar. I smiled at him.

“What’s up, sex tape?” he asked me.

I did a double take.

“What did you just call me?” I asked, my demeanor quickly changing.

“Sex tape” he said.

I laughed “I don’t have a sex tape, dude.”

“Not that you know of” he said and walked inside of the bar.

I stood there on the sidewalk with my mouth hanging open. My friend stopped to ask me what he’d said and I pushed him away, rushing after the guy into the bar. I cornered him and he refused to expound on his original statement. I sat in the back of the bar and my friend sat with me, trying to help me figure out what the guy could have been talking about. After a while of me getting more and more distraught, my friend went to find the guy. I followed after him and found my friend talking to the guy back out on the sidewalk, his hands balled up into fists.

“You tell me now what the fuck you were talking about or I swear to god I will smash your fucking face into this brick wall” my friend said. The other guy was easily a head taller than my friend and much more muscular but the look on his face said he doubted he could win in a fight against my friend, who was livid.

I stood next to them, arms crossed against my chest, starring at this asshole who dared to upset my evening.

“I saw a tape of you and Alex” he stammered.

“Alex Swanson?” I asked.

“Yes. It was from years ago. It was obvious you didn’t know you were being filmed. It was…awkward” he said.

My friend looked at me for confirmation. I hung my head as I tried to process what I was hearing.

“So let me get this straight” I said. “You’re telling me that five or six years ago, Alex Swanson hid a video camera and taped us having sex and he showed you the tape??”

“Yes” he said quietly.

“I’m going to fucking murder him” I said. “That was the worst one night stand I ever had! He couldn’t even keep it up! Why would he show you such a thing?”

“I don’t know. It was pretty terrible” the guy admitted.

My friend took a step back, letting the guy slither away. I fell back against the brick wall and tried to make sense of what I’d just heard.

“Are you ok?” my friend asked, pushing a stray strand of my hair behind my ear.

“I don’t even know what to think. I was 14 or 15 at the time. He was 18. I’m pretty sure that’s super fucking illegal” I said.

“Oh yeah, most definitely, in so many ways” my friend said.

I shook my head. “I’m going to fucking murder him.”

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Stray - Rachel Vincent

In the world of werecats, a female werecat is very special. So when Faythe Sanders is attacked by a ’stray’ werecat (a werecat that was not born a werecat, and don’t belong to any Pride) while away at grad school, she is summoned home by her Alpha. The attack was an attempted kidnap, targeted at many of the few female werecats. She is reluctant to return, but when faced by Marc, her former lover, she has no choice.

Faythe has no doubt that Marc still has strong feelings for her, and being back at her Pride, she is forced to confront them. She was engaged to him, but didn’t like the idea of being forced into the marriage for the convenience of the Pride, so she wanted out, and went off to grad school, to live a semi-normal life. Now she must face him, and try and work out what is going on with these tabby attacks.

Later on in the book, when Faythe is being her usual rather selfish self, she gets herself kidnapped by her attacker from school. She is taken to a cell, where she finds her cousin Abbey, and has to work out how to get Abbey and herself out unharmed.

Follow the story of Faythe and her Pride, in the Shifters series, starting with Stray. After only a few pages, you wont be able to put the book down!

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Girls Naked by the Pool

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