I had never even thought to google Harlee McBride to see what she looks like now.  I just assumed she would always stay as she was in Young Lady Chatterly…a beautifully small-chested woman!  Those tiny, perky nipples are legendary.

 

 

Yet at some point between then and now, she apparently decided that being famous as a small chested woman wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

 

 

 

 

That’s just a crying shame!

This thing looked much better from the rear, had constant wardrobe malfunctions with the top.

I have a couple of steamy stories in my head but I just don’t have time to write now so here’s  a little treat…My 4 year old came over my shoulder while I was cropping and said, “Mommy you need some pants.”  OH how many times have I said that to her?!

Some people just shouldn’t be snowed in with a laptop and a camera! I really think this little outfit was a good choice.  BTW, I went out and bought my very own Swimsuit Issue of Sports Illustrated this weekend.  For those of you following our comments, you’ve read that SI was my first exposure to semi-nude pictures of women as a young girl.  The magazine has sentimental value for me.

We’re in the midst of a blizzard here, so the husband and I had to find a way to entertain ourselves last night!  Turns out he really likes taking pictures of me…and he’s getting good at talkin’ naughty while I’m posing.  I was being told to arch my back like I’m getting fucked for this shot.  I’m an obedient model!  Oh, and this is my new lingerie.  Check out the ruffles!

His birthday is tomorrow, so I’m plotting more devilishness for tonight.  In the meantime, though, happy birthday, baby!  I feel very fortunate to be married to such an awesome guy.  You’re the best!

So, Silver, did I look like Yul Brenner in my past life?  I always fancied that I would have made a good Yul Brenner.

The picture of Silver’s boob got rave reviews, so of course now I’m jealous!  Our newest reader, the pervy poet man Prison Teacher had such lovely words for Silver’s “orb” (scroll down and get into the comments) that now I’m fishing for some compliments on my own boobs!  I want an Ode to the Small Chest…make it a good one, Prison Teacher, or else!  You can post it on your page if you want and then link to it in a comment here.  No pressure, of course, but I want my poem RIGHT NOW!

BTW, that’s my cello, everyone!  Isn’t she lovely?

So Joe vanished for a few days, and the next thing I know THIS shows up in my in-box!  I was like, “Wait a minute…I know that nipple…I know that tattoo!”  Silver, would you care to explain yourself?  What’s Joe doing squeezing your nipples?

My husband demands that his doll be returned fully clothed and with his dignity intact!

Alright,  so here was the scene when my husband walked into the bedroom.  Joe was stroking my creamy white ass, and Silver had just made a daring escape down the wisteria covered trellis located beneath my bedroom window.  (ALRIGHT…so that part I made up…shoot me!)

My husband is shocked by my behavior.  “E, how could you play with my doll!  You bought him for ME, remember?  You left me a note saying how such an awesome husband deserved a better man doll than Ken around the house!  And here I come home and find you frolicking with Joe by yourself!  You just wanted him for yourself, didn’t you?  Admit it!”

“No really, hun…I was just…ummm…getting warmed up for ya!   But you’re right, maybe I’ve been bad!  Perhaps you and Joe could spank me?”

Joe was all for it, even after the workout that Silver and I just gave him…of course I kept that part to myself.  So Joe and my husband took turns spanking me!  Oh, the indecency of it all…my bottom is still red!

My husband couldn’t resist taking the pictures…it was part of my punishment.

Joe went apeshit when I donned the animal print bra.  We decided to put those huge hands to work on nipple play.  For the finale, though, I requested some anal sex.

Again, Joe was all for it, but he got tangled up in my thong…one of the distinct disadvantages of being only 11 inches tall.  My husband had to help him out of this one.  Yes, this was the awkward moment of the whole evening, but we all learned a valuable lesson!

“So, E…what have we learned today?” asked Joe as he rested on my bosom.

“Well, gee Joe…I guess it would be that it’s better to remove a thong before initiating anal sex?  And some lube would have helped, too!”

“It’s good that you’ve learned your lesson!”

“Yes, now I know,” I sighed.

“And knowing is half the battle.”

I tried putting these in my previous post, as the quote about male goats getting turned on by watching females mount each other just screams for visuals!  My computer at home apparently had moral objections to these pictures, though, and wouldn’t touch them.  Thank god my office computer has no such scrupples!  I think I spot teets on the observer goat, so this is probably a female watching another couple.

This scene looks far more fun for everyone involved…except perhaps the little gal on bottom.  Yikes!

My husband and I had fun with the dolls the other night:

Holiday 2007 Barbie was a new acquisition, so Ken inducted her into the harem by lifting up her satin gown and ass-fucking her.  By the look on her face, she didn’t seem to mind.  Who wouldn’t mind after being stuck in a box for an entire year?

Look at that dexterity!!!!  How many guys can plow a gal from behind, while looking at his own behind?  “Don’t try this at home, kiddies!”

“Oh Ken, fuck me hard, baby!”

Malibu Babie got jealous, and demanded some action for herself!  Poor Ken…it’s rough being the only cock in this doll house!

“Look, Ma!  No hands!”

See everyone, THIS is the kind of shit you can do if you study yoga!

It dissolved into a threesome very quickly once the Bride joined the action.  Ken’s wearing down by this point, so being on bottom suited him just fine.  Malibu, however, looks like she could go all night.

And in fact, she did go all night once the Bride started licking.  You guys just knew I was going to put the chicks together sooner or later, right?

Ken decided to sit this one out.