Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Let Ole Dr. Seuss Give Your Hump Day Some Juice

The Seven Lady Godivas by Dr. Seuss, 1939

1) You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who will decide where to go.


2) Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple. 


3) Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, Nothing is going to get better. It's not!


4) Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living,it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope.

5) We are a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.


6) The more things you read, the more things you'll know. The more that you learn, the more places you'll go.


7) In my world, everyone's a pony and they all eat rainbows and poop butterflies.

Killing Time With Pantomime,
Sandra LONDON

More Dr. Seuss quotes are available here

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Feature Interview: Tales of A Dime Traveller with Ramon Stoppelenburg (P.1)

OK, Mister Ramon, that I introduced you to a few days ago is sooo ahead of the game.


Ramon, the man-genius behind  Let Me Stay For A Day responded to my "Live and Grind Personalized Questionnaire" with the speed of the road runner that he is already quite world-reknowned to be. 


His responses are vivid, heart-felt, and in, like, DETAIL. 


I friggin' luv that! 


And, so, yeah, I must give him full reign to share his interview responses in their entirety. 


That has always been my ethos with interviews 'round here and, hopefully, always will be. 


However, I'm going to break it into a three-part series. 


For digestive purposes only. ;)


Thank you, Sir Stoppelenburg. I must bow down in reverence. 


Ahem. Without further ado....Here is Part One of "Tales of a Dime Traveller"


This photo was taken by me in the Sandia area the other weekend. Just inserted to set the scene!-Sandra London





           Tales of A Dime Traveller: Part ONE




1) What is the best meal/new dish/new drink(beverage) you had during your travels? Do you ever try to re-create them "back home"?


Oh, my Buddha, you are talking about a period of two years which started over ten years ago. 

After traveling for more than 22 months through eighteen countries, I had met over 10,000 people, slept on over 500 sofas and mattresses, ate about 1500 meals and had over 600 showers and you are asking for the best meal or drink I had. 

Mmm... 

I do have a good memory of eating the best sushi I have ever had, in a side street sushi restaurant in the South African city of Durban, where I was even advised not to go because the city center was advised to be a no-go area for western people. 

Especially those carrying a backpack and a digital camera. I had no problems walking through town, even though I was the only white person. 

Everybody was friendly, everybody was happy and I was even invited to play along in sidewalk pool table competitions. Twice. 

My host took me to that sushi place and it was absolutely remarkably good. Maybe I was more impressed because of the combination where in the world I was.



 2) Which city/country surprised you the most and was nothing like you thought it would be like based upon your initial expectations?


Starting off with South Africa. I had absolutely no expectation of that country at all. 

I was 25 and was offered a return ticket from Europe to Johannesburg by a travel company, in exchange for their banner on my website for the ten weeks I'd be traveling through the country. 

Oh, and give a press conference to a dozen of media representatives on my arrival.
I didn't know anything about South Africa, except from the view anyone gets by following the news. I thought there would be wild animals along the runway of the airport, little did I know that Johannesburg also has highways, overpasses and the usual traffic jam. Just like any other country. 

The big wild animals were safely guarded in National Parks. 

Then there was Canada, the last country, where I spent 5 months of traveling. After a few weeks I ended up in the top north of the country, in the province of Nunavut. 

An airline gave me a free ticket to get there, as there was no other way to ever get to the permafrost town of Kugluktuk, where I also had to stay a week before the next plane could get me out. 

I stayed with a Canadian teacher who had invited me over and she opened my eyes to the culture of the Inuit society that was living there. 

The Canadian government prohibited them to move around as nomads (as they had done for centuries) and their commercial hunting (fur is used for isolation of clothing and to keep warmth in houses, not for New York fashion models). They were given money to stay put and shut up, basically. 

So what do you do if you can't live the life your parents and grandparents have lived? Right, you watch Days of your Lives on television, play Nintendo and... drink alcohol.  

So much alcohol that you could see the results of that in their children at school. 

As the teacher said: "There ain't much we can teach as some kids have just pulp in their heads. They don't grow up in a normal life, with an example in their family." 


Why would they study? 



Why would they care about the rest of the world at all? 


And that's how the Canadian government is slowly wiping out the Inuit population. 


When they are all gone, you get all the oil there is and nobody would care about it...





3) Were you in a relationship during your journey? If so, how did you keep things romantic while being so far away.
If not, did you meet anyone (or more than one person) whom you attribute your opportunity to travel for further allowing you to connect and bond romantically?
Was it harder or easier to meet new love interests; were bonds made more deeply or more superficially with new people you met along the way?

After seven months of traveling, I ended up in Barcelona, where my best friend from Holland came to visit me for a Christmas break. We all stayed in an apartment and there I fell in love with a lady named Irene. 

When I re-started my travels again (I did have my necessary breaks) in February, we tried to keep up with each other, but with me being on the other side of the world (Australia) and she chasing a new career, it was just impossible to continue something like that. We broke up as great friends, though. 


Of course I did meet people on the way, while traveling. I think this happens to any traveler who's out and about for a long period. And it just goes the same as back home. 

You meet somebody, similar interests can attract and you hook up. 

Only my problem is that I would always have to leave the next day, so my romantic nights on Letmestayforaday were to scarce to actually give interesting details about them. 

But believe me, it was already very relieving to meet people with which I didn't have to talk about my project or about traveling and who were just themselves, and then I could just be Ramon too. 

Having great conversations or simply watching a dvd (not having to go out and process everything I'd see, which I had to do every day) gave me much relaxation too.

*********

Stay tuned over the next few days for part 2 of Tales of a Dime Traveller

One of a myriad of kitty photos in my photo library collection, sent to me by an uber-mensch, to go un-named.;)-Sandra London of To Live and Grind in L.A.

In A Pensive State,
Sandra LONDON

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Dear Irene, F*** You, Blow Me!;) A Love Story

Ay, Irene, Boo, (Lemme holla at 'chu)


By the time you read this letter right here, I'mma have yo' ass on lock!!! 


Who you thank you is, miss thang? 


Yo' cover done been BLOWN! 


I wuz watchin' the news last night after you just done took off from Eden's Den the otha day.  


They showed you barin' yo ass across nine different states. Wuuuut? 


Mmmhmm....I seent you! In big flashin' letters on one of dem damn channels... 


"TS Irene Lashes Out All Across New England!"

You got put on BLAST


Now just how you just gon' get up and jump outta MY muf***in' establishment any time you get good and ready to? 


And dem toys is property of EDEN


Not you.


Ya heard. 


EDEN


That don't spell IRENE.


Yo' name ain't on none of dem whips and chains you out there flingin' 'round, swingin' at people like you ain't got no home-training!


You done LOST yo' mind!

 Yo' house fee is PAST due. Ya heard me?


And what do you do?  


You high-tail it out all the way out to the other coast, messin' wit' my demographic. 


Oh, you fancy, huh? 


I'm keepin' tabs, mama, and you will be workin' your high fallutin' tail off as soon as I google earth yo' current location. 


Say I won't. 


Mmmhmm...


Shoot. 


Rackin' up all these bills livin' the life of Loosey Goosey. 


You still ain't no Porcelain


We bohf KNOW dis!  


Apologize! 


You know you ain't right! 


I seent you.

 Twirlin' 'round and rainin' on erybody parade.  


Just wait. 


You got yo' self a lotta e'splainin' to do. 


And quit cryin' all day long. 


We ain't got time fuh yo' tears. 


We want you to SIT YO ASS DOWN


Dry off. 


Go get you some Claritin and leave folks alone.

When we done handlin' this situation, we puttin' you right back on Greyhound from whence you came, baby girl.


Now go get you some rest and call me tomorrow after you figure out what the hell is wrong wit'chu.

Get ghost,
Yo' gangsta truly, one love
Sir Master P.I.M.P.
DUKE Doggy DAWG

p.s.: check yo' gmail fo' a plane ticket BACK to da Den. You ain't flyin' first class this time, doh, shawty. Nah.


p.p.s: Go on YouTube and tell dem people you sorry. Pay dey light bills. Stop hatin'.
***********
                                           The End


=)OK, in case you all are like, WTF?!?!?, I was trying to make a funny about how gosh awful the weather is being over on the East Coast.  


EPIC Fail? 


Or Can I get some luv? (shrinks down meekly and returns to my 'normal' sweet self)

XXXO,
Sandra London

Yours Truly, Sandra LONDON


p.s.: I hope everyone in the eye of Irene is okay, uninjured, unharmed, and that their homes are holding on and upright. Sending you my best wishes ever!!!


p.p.s: What inspired today's EROTICA? Um, it's just been a long day and I've been watchin'  the news the past few days, Blue Collar Comedy back-to-back this evening (and Crank Yankers and Katt Williams and the like are ALWAYS on instant replay in my inner monologue)...


But, at the top o' the mornin' today, though, I started off re-watching the Bruce Bruce and then a Lavell Crawford stand-up clip that had me screaming with laughter. (I'll post the Lavell clip in a bit).
ETA: Here Is the Lavell Clip (Added at 11:09PM 08/28/2011)



I guess I got some weird dose of 'comedic courage'. Pray for me....lol.... while I eagerly await Tosh.O coming on in the next few minutes! ;)

Thursday, August 25, 2011

On Your Own Time. On Someone Else's Dime!



Meet Ramon Stoppelenburg.




Do you all remember what I mentioned last Thursday or so? About my first male, mainstream being that was on the verge of being interviewed by none other than moi?


Yes, me!!! Sir Stoppelenburg is uber-inspirational. And very, very honest about his 'gimme' dream. 


What is "it" exactly that he wanted given, you may ask? Why,


THE WORLD! 


This gem of a specimen was able to travel all over the world, sleeping in the homes of assorted others...without spending a dirty DIME! 


Freeloading or Free-Faring, he's genius. I landed on his website, Let Me Stay For A Day ,while perusing the web, in search of tips, flights, and fancy in regards to my impending trip to Praha.


And I got sucked in, in a major way. 


What's more, Ramon has a plethora of other talents to gift the world with. 


He is not only a professional 'one-nighter';), he is also a(n):


-Author 


-Photographer


-Kilimanjaro Expedition Organizer


-Radio Host


-Commercial Model/Actor


-Speaker


-Travel Writer


-Newspaper Columnist


-Internet Marketing Expert 


ooooh, and.....


-Massage Therapist  (!!!!) Hook a kitty up ;)


World Traveller Visiting This Space SOON,
Sandra LONDON



Tuesday, August 23, 2011

The Blind Leading The Boa

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Sandra London dancing to Machine by Regina SPEKTOR











Your Fancy Feline,
Sandra LONDON

Monday, August 22, 2011

How Purrfect Thou Art?

We can't plan life. All we can do is be available for it.-Lauryn Hill

"After the first blush of sin comes its indifference." Henry David Thoreau 


Unrest of spirit is a mark of life. -Karl A. Menninger
Those who consider the Devil to be a partisan of Evil and angels to be warriors for Good accept the demagogy of the angels. Things are clearly more complicated.-Milan Kundera


The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.-Anais Nin 

Happy Moan Day,
Sandra LONDON

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Happy Weekend From The Weekend Girl

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"Eroticism is like a dance. One always leads the other."-Milan Kundera


The original music has been restored to this video I shared with you all a few weeks ago. Hope you make beautiful music, too!




A Plus,
Sandra LONDON 

Thursday, August 18, 2011

A Thoia-Thong Thursday



Dude! I heard this song on Sirius Radio in that Mercedes C300 I just got done test-driving for a few days. 


Looking at the title of the song (Sleepyhead) made me giggle enough as it is...but the song, in and of itself, is INCREDIBLE. 


Especially at full-blast. 


It also, consequently, accurately describes me at the present moment. 


I'm beyond being a sleepyhead. 


Are you all familiar with that quote, "I get to work late, but I make up for it by leaving early?" (I am unable to recall whose quote this is, but I can sooo see his face. The name is stuck on the very tip of my tongue. Don't you hate when that happens?)...... 


Well, I keep night-shift hours in my own home quite religiously, and my 'early' for leaving work means anywhere from 4-6am. 


Eh, unless I have one of those absolutely spontaneous charming early morning engagements/appts to attend to at the arse-crack of 8am-9am.


When in such a quandary, I am not always a happy camper. However, I make up for it by logging a good 10-12 hrs of make-up sleep. 


Or something or other.


Anyways, I am keeping hella busy, as per usual. But I am promising a super meaty post in the next few days and all that jazz. 


Plus, of course, more candid shots, sexy time, candid videos and the like.

Oh, but can I just tell you? 


I have had a very good discussion or three with a few very prominent Euro and/or international companies that are amazingly, wickedly adult-friendly tonight/this morning ( and in the past week or so).


I cannot wait to meet them in Prague!!!! 


I am beside myself with panties-p***ing excitement, almost (but not quite) in that Gerard Depardieu 'unlocking the floodgates on a plane' type of way. 


But, yeah. Not.


What it means for you, my dear readers, is, like, increased connectivity for you with people like 'me' and, well, others.....

We all like variety, do we not? 


Can I get a one-hand clap?


*Silence*


Anyways, enough of my gibberish for now. 


I found the hottest clip ever in my mailbox and I decided it was of the utmost importance that I share it with you!!! (Click her pic or her name to see the clip I'm referring to!)


That there blonde hottie up above is none other than Zuziana from Poland of Glamour Stars Live.


Catching winks,
Sandra LONDON





Tuesday, August 16, 2011

A Taste of The Exotic with Sandra London

Sandra London digitized by Monsieur Blanquette-orig. photo shot August 2011
Happy Tuesday, sugar plums!


Just wanted to remind you all that I'll be presenting live at the Exxxotica Expo in Los Angeles on August 26th and August 27th at the Los Angeles Convention Center 

Friday night at 9pm, I'll be hosting a "Camming for Fun and Profit" seminar along with Alex Goyk of MyFreeCams


Saturday afternoon at 2pm, I'll be doing an erotica reading on stage during the Sensual Spoken Word, as will Monica Martinez.

Tales of a Time Traveller is on the way. It'll be my first interview of a "fella" and my first mainstream interview, too! 


But, like, also totally international. 


In a real way;)


Your daily 'other',
Sandra LONDON

Monday, August 15, 2011

Sandra London and The Teddy Bear Quartet

OK, a quick blast from the past (dance vid) and then back to the future!
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Guernica by PICASSO  Or, "Don't F*** With Me Fellas, This Ain't My First Time At The Rodeo"*

Were you awesome today? "Yes, Mommie". Yes, Mommie, what? "Yes, Mommie Dearest!!!"*

"Well, something good had to rub off!"*

"NO wire hangers. EVER!"*
Umm, yeah. 


That's how we communicate. 


Teddy bears are cheap sources of labor. 


And so friggin' CUUUUUTE! 


(They get it from their mama...;))


To watch me and my crew perform Daniel And The Third Leg in audio/video format, go here



Housekeeping,
Sandra LONDON
* Quoted from the motion picture, Mommie Dearest (1981)

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Sexy Time on Sunday with Sandra London

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Video provided courtesy of  The English Mansion

YUMI K DEFILE DE MODE, PARIS FASHION WEEK 2008

SANDRA LONDON SHOT BY JOHN RHODES (2010)

SANDRA LONDON SHOT BY JOHN RHODES (2010)

SHOT BY JOHN MORRISSEY, PRODUCER OF AMERICAN HISTORY X

JUST A REAL, LIVE CUTIE PIE. WISH I KNEW HIM!

Wishing you warm, wet thoughts,
Sandra LONDON

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Amityville, Or The Moxie of Misanthrope

Enjoy the wit and cynicism of a lyrical madman, why don't you...



Now, doesn't Em make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside?


You, too?!?!


We should go together.;)

Destination: Amityville,
Lady August aka Sandra LONDON




p.s.: Oh, and, Happy Weekend! More warm-hearted whimsy on the way....


p.p.s:Thank you so much to everyone who voted me in as Naked Girl of the month for August and Most Popular Member of the week, two weeks in a row so far, on @NakedGirlsRadio.


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Thursday, August 11, 2011

Daniel and The Third Leg

"Wake the FUCK up!!!! D-Man.........Yooooo!!!"

"What the fuck?" Daniel grumbles.

It is somewhere around two in the morning and Daniel had only just made it to sleep. He is home alone and looking forward to welcoming a brand new day as a MAN. It is officially his eighteenth birthday. 

He had not anticipated any sort of rude awakening as he slipped into nice, peaceful slumber shortly after rubbing one out watching women's tennis on the sports channel.

He had been watching Katja, some young twenty-something Russian femme fatale, grunting, glistening, and working her hot little tail off as she volleyed back and forth during some otherwise faceless tennis match. Katja's shrieks, sighs, and wiggles were etched at least semi-permanently in the recesses of Daniel's wonderful playground he calls a brain.

And now this.

Daniel recognizes his best friend's voice immediately, but still is not quite sure why Chuck is knocking and yelling so violently outside of his window.

What time is it anyway? And what brand of shenanigans is Chuck up to now? And why do I always have to be the first to know?

"You need a fucking hobby, man! I just got to sleep. Can't you just come back tomorrow?" Dan croaks, barely audible over the loud rustling of feet, more than one set of feet, in fact, beneath his bedroom window.

"What? You don't even know, man...We're here to rescue you!!!"

"Say what? Rescue me from what?"

"From your own self! Now get up and throw on some clothes. I've got some friends here who want to meet the birthday boy." Chuck yells out, still not bothering to think of who might be over-hearing his booming voice in the dead of the night.

"Alright, man. Alright. But hold on....And who the fuck is "we"? Go to the front door like a normal human being, would you?" Dan retorts weakly, grabbing his sweats off of his dresser.

Dan heads to the front door of his parents' house, who were (luckily) away for most of the weekend. Supposedly, anyways. He wasn't so sure they wouldn't 'surprise' him with an early arrival of their own. As he throws open the door, he sees Chuck aka The Chester with two very attractive ladies in tow.

"Ohhh.....THIS is what you meant by "we"," Dan says slowly, suddenly feeling very embarassed in his holey sweats, which had surely seen better days, and his bare chest, which had only recently begun to differentiate him from that of a pre-pubescent.

"Uhhh....Hi" he begins again.

"Aloha", says the tan, leggy brunette as she glides past him and into the foyer.

"Don't be rude. Let these ladies come in...and quickly! It's cold. As you can see, they don't have all that much on, bro," Chuck grins as he punches Dan playfully in the shoulder.

The blonde enters just behind Chuck and offers a shy smile at Dan. "Happy Birthday, Danny...," she says, in a voice barely above a whisper.

Dan, Chuck, and the two mystery ladies head upstairs to Dan's room silently as he leads the way. This is awkward, he muses silently, as he wonders how he might shield any spontaneous display of arousal, incited by these potent creatures of the night. He curses the fact that his sweats are so painfully thin.

"It's pretty late and you didn't even tell me you were just gonna show up at my door all unannounced and shit. I'm not really in the mood to drive right now. I already put my new Z4 away in the garage. And we are NOT going in your busted-ass car, " Dan rants, mumbling in Chuck's direction. 

He continues on, flustered, " The party is later on TONIGHT! Remember? Not now. Hence, the house being so quiet, dumbass! And my girl isn't even back in town yet..." Dan trails off, not wanting to provide too much detail about Christine, his childhood sweetheart, who he was not all that sure about these days.

"Whatever, dude. Fuck her. Do you really care about Christine? Really? It's your birthday and where is she? And how can you even be sure? You believe everything that bitch tells you?"

"Hey, hey, hey. Cool it, boys....I don't want YOU calling ANY girl a bitch in my presence, Chuck. What did I tell you about that, mister?" the brunette says evenly, scowling prettily at Chuck.

"Look, doll, " she continues, turning her attention to Dan, "if you don't wanna go out, that's cool. I totally thought he had warned you in advance. I should've known better. But, no bother--- Chuck, I need your car keys for a minute."

"Wait. For what?", Chuck grimaces

"Well, if he doesn't want to go out, we'll just have to bring the party to HIM."

"There's more of you?" Dan exclaims, his eyes lighting up.

Now that they are all standing around in the light in his bedroom, he can see the two babes much more clearly.

They were HOT!

The brunette, the 'saucy' one, is all over-exposed with tight acid-washed jeans that look painted on. Her white, lace halter top barely covers her full, heaving breasts.

The blonde is slightly more demure, but her tight red sweater dress hugs her tiny, curvy frame and hints at the little perky pillows beneath.

No bra between the two of 'em.

Nice.

Christine, who?

The sound of the brunette's raspy voice instantly brings Dan back down enough in his pants to avoid causing a scene. Barely.

" Um, not exactly," she purrs seductively," Maybe "less of us" would be more appropriate to say. We'll be right back, gentlemen. Have some guy time," the buxom brunette says slyly, grinning like a cheshire cat. 

The "mother hen" brunette grabs the blonde's arm and they saunter out of the room together slowly.

The blonde looks back before fully exiting the room.

"You're a hottie," she says coyly, again in a breathy, whispered tone, as she scampers off.

There is a moment of silence.

Dan looks at Chuck with a curious, questioning look. "Um, yeah," he says after a beat.

"Fuck, yeah!" Chuck boasts.

"Alright. What's the deal? I don't know how you were able to rally up some chicks like THAT. I'm impressed. You should've told me you were gonna surprise me like this. You're just trying to make me look like a schmuck, huh?" Dan chides.

"My bad! No, I'm not, actually," Chuck winks, "You know you can't stay mad, anyways. I think you'll like Sable plenty. Matter of fact, I'm sure of it."

"Alright, first things first," Dan says, while regaining his composure, "Who's who? You never introduced me, Einstein."

"Well, the bossy brunette with the rockin' knockers is Blade. That's my new girlfriend," Chuck boasts proudly.

"Ppsssshhhh.....Since when?"

"Since I met her, like, I dunno, two or three weekends ago..... At her club."

"Her club?" Dan squints, " Oh, ok...you mean like the YMCA or some shit?" Dan jokes.

"Smart ass!"

"And the other one?" Dan asks, mentally crossing 'Les Jugs' off of his big tit wishlist.

"Wait. You didn't.....? They're twins, man. Couldn't you tell?" Chuck says, furrowing his brow.

"Bull. Shit!" Dan exclaims incredulously.

"Why bullshit? You've never heard of hair dye, a boob job, and 6 inch heels?"

"Huh. Well, maybe I didn't look closely enough," Dan mutters. "Does Sable work in this same, uh, establishment? How old are they anyway? They can't be from Lincoln," Dan concludes aloud, referring to his high school graduating class from Lincoln Prep.

"Ha ha," Chuck snorts, "They're grown and sexy. What's it matter to you?" He pauses, " Twenty-two."

"Knock, knock!!!" Blade says cheerfully, as she bursts through the door with her laptop under her arm and a LOT less clothing.

Blade has returned in a major way, decked out in black leather chaps. A teeny black thong that just sort of ...disappears into the crease of her tight, round ass. Silver tassles hang off of her enormous tits, attached precariously with decidedly strong...Duct tape? Who knows. 

Her hair is blown out, Texas-style, and a lot more wild and mussed up than before. And she smells of heaven.

Sable peers into the room, blushing visibly and hiding her little spinner frame behind the door frame.

"Don't be shy, sis!" Blade hisses. "Come in, already!!! We need to put these boys to bed!!!"

Sable clears her throat and walks into view slowly. She is dressed head to toe in the same get-up as her sister, but in red. She has also added wings to her shoulders.

Nice touch. 

The silver tassles on her small, perky breasts hang teasingly as they flitter about along her taut midriff.

Her legs are sinewy and strong, with a well-defined but sleek curve to her calves. Sable's blue eyes flash innocently, but provocatively at the same time, as she looks up shyly at Dan's six-foot frame.

"Have a seat, Birthday Dan," Sable stammers, her breath quickening as she stares down fixedly at Dan's sweats.

"Whatever you say, gorgeous," Dan grunts, trying in vain to arrange himself and lessen the intensity of his throbbing ego.

Sable approaches his lap and turns facing away from him. The delicious heat from her pussy and ass causes Dan to clasp his fingers around the arms of his sofa chair, holding back the urge to press his lips anywhere she just might let him.

Dan silently mouths, "Thank you!" to his compadre, Chuck "The Chester" and makes a mental note to somehow return the favor. This is quite possibly the best gift ever. Well, aside from the Z4 from his grandparents. Sorta.

Dan's eyes return to focus once again on the sweetest peach he ever did see. Chuck dims the lights. Blade starts up a sexy Dubstep playlist on her Ipad.

Sable whips back around to face Dan, leaning in and pressing her lips against his ear. She widens her stance and then, in one sweeping motion, straddles his clothed cock expertly. At just the right and most infuriating angle.

Her heat. His heat. Electric.

Now where did that shy little angel go? Dan grins wryly.

Sable cradles Dan's neck in the crook of her arms. Her lips graze his ear. Her breath tickles the tiny hairs on his sideburns.

"Easy, now, young man!" Sable coos, flashing her mischievous eyes at Dan as he grows more and more aroused.  

She returns to his neck, rustling his hair gently with her fingertips. Shielding her face from the other couple, she hums softly along with the music as she tightens herself more securely around his waist.

Without warning, Sable lifts herself up just above his lap, locking eyes with him as she stares down at her willing prey. 

Smiling wickedly, Sable forces Dan's eager face down towards her belly button. "I didn't know you had a third leg!" she moans, "Shall I continue?" 

Christine, who?






Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Uploading: Daniel and The Third Leg


Hello, worker bees and webbies! 


I had a random wisp of inspiration and it is oh so random. Somehow, in the midst of watching The Lincoln Lawyer and Camp Hell into the early morning hours of Ta-Ta Tuesday, the idea for a new erotic short struck.


And so, I've got the skeleton somewhat aligned, as well as the majority of the dialogue. Now all I need to do is flesh out the corpus and post it here for your viewing pleasure. 


It's tentatively titled, "Daniel and The Third Leg" and features two dudes, Daniel and Chuck, and two dames, Blade and Sable

Some pert and perky nipple-age. Grinding. Grunting. Grinning. A gash or two.


Not to mention HOT purrfect pink.


Oh, and Blade and Sable are twins. 


What is this fascination I have with twins as of late? 

I dunno, but these two are doubly delightful and astonishingly unique, despite their genetics. 


The guys, Daniel aka "D-Man" and Chuck aka "The Chester" are in for a real treat!!!!




Totally.



Stay Tuned,
Sandra LONDON

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Sandra's Kitty Says, "Hi! Hi!" ;)

'TIS THE WEEKEND, AND IVE GOT MY PARTY DRESS ON!

BUT I'M ALL DRESSED UP WITH NOWHERE TO 'HOE';)

I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS ANY LONGER!

MAYBE I'LL BEND OVER AND TOUCH MY TOES....THAT. OR YOGA.

DID THAT GET A RISE OUT OF YOU?
IS THAT SO?

SPEAK UP!!! THE METER IS RUNNING....

OH, MY BAD! I 'SPOSE MY TITS ARE IN YOUR MOUTH. THAT IS WHY YOU MUMBLE.

MIGHT I HAVE A LOOK-SEE?

FAIR'S FAIR. HAVE AT IT!

TIME'S UP. THAT'S ENOUGH, YOUNG MAN!;)

KITTY SAYS, "HI! HI!"

ME? I SAY, "LOVE ME LOOOOONG TIME. LOOOOONG......BUT, LATER, LATER, LUH......"



Here Kitty, Kitty,
Sandra LONDON