May Ling Su

David says:
September 19th, 2005 at 4:21 pm e

I HAVE TIRED TO BUY SOME OF YOUR VIDEOS. YOUR PAYMENT METHOD IS VERY BAD. FIRST WHY REQUIRE FAXING!! WHY NOT USE PAYPAL? SECOND THE FAX NUMBER DID NTO ANSWER FOR THREE DAYS. tHEN IT DID AND i FAXED THE FORM WITH MY CREDIT CARD INFO. I GAVE VALID CREDIT CARDS AND THEN GOT AN EMAIL, AFTER MORE THAN A WEEK, THAT SAID THE ORDER WAS CANCELLED BECAUSE THEY COULD NOT PROCESS THE PAYMENT. THEN LOW AND BEHOLD I GOT A CHARGE (FOR TWICE THE AMOUNT OF THE VIDEO) THAT MY CREDIT CARD SAID WOULD BE PAID IF I DID NOT CANCEL IT ( WHICH I DID OF COURSE BECASUE IT WAS ALMOST 4 WEEKS FROM THE ORDER DATE TO THE PAYMENT DUE DATE AND I HAD NOT RECEIVED THE VIDEO. OF COURSE BY THIS TIME I WOULD HAVE DROPPED ANY OTHER CONTACT OR ATTTEMPT TO BUY WITH ANY OTHER PRODUCT BUT YOU ARE SO SEXY THAT I WOULD STILL LIKE ONE OR MORE OF YOUR VIDEOS. YOU SHOULD FIRE YOUR PAYMENT PLANS AND GET AN EASY ONE TO USE. I WILL TRY TO BUY AGAIN IF I GET PERSONAL CONTACT AND INSTRUCTIONS.

DAVID EDSALL

David, I have addressed this issue so many times over the past two years. Paypal does not process any transactions on behalf of adult-theme products or content anymore. Since they dropped this bombshell early 2003, I have been searching for a new and better way to accept credit card transactions. It has been quite an ordeal. Read my article on The Rise and Fall of Amateur Porn.

Frankly the only headache I get from making my porn sites has been figuring out an effective way to bill people for products and/or content. I’m guessing I’m not alone, considering AVN Online Magazine devoted this month’s issue on billing.

I appreciate your continued support in spite of the fiasco you went through with YowCow. However, getting a billing system that is easy to use on both your and my end is a job in itself. Since referrals are the best way to really find out if a payment processor is good, I just check out other girls’ websites and see what they use. Often I don’t find out if a company sucks from the user end of it unless I hear about it from people like you.

Before I dabbled in the semi-pro adult world, long ago when I was a true amateur just posting my porn online for free, I swear J and I had so much more fun. *sigh*

Anyway, we’re out of town on vacation right now. I’ll be back at the end of the month. I’ll figure it all out when I return. Thanks again!

Cock, suck, hard, put it in, deep, turn it, screw me deep, pull it out, push it in, again, again… lusty thoughts about the cashier/bag boy at the neighborhood health food store, his hair down to his shoulders, his brown sexy shoulders… J chatted him up the other day, something about aloof flippant rock music. Now they’re friendly… a fantasy creeps into my overworked brain filled with numbers and code and diapers and breastfeedings. I finally get my reward for being a good girl. J fucked me several times over the weekend, perfectly timed to my baby’s naps. We’re in sync now, tried to bridge the gap of being busy parents. Too busy to make love. No… not anymore… not if we can help it. In my cunt for a little while, in my ass… I want you to fuck my ass… please… that’s where I want it… I get banged so infrequently now, my muscles clench tightly, resisting the insertion, my cunt sopping wet, like a sticky virgin flower trapping seed. Bali hai!

After ten months of sleeping between her father and me, my baby is sleeping in her crib for the very first night. I can’t sleep. I keep checking to see if she’s breathing, if her skin is warm, if her blanket rests below her face… If she were laying beside me right now I’d be fast asleep.

I wanted to celebrate our child’s newfound independence by fucking all night. I cuddled up to J and hugged him close in our bed for the first time in ages. We kissed, and we caressed. For some reason he could not explain, he is exhausted. I went down on him, and relished the taste of his cock. I missed him so much. He had enough energy to fuck my mouth, grab me by the back of my head and pump hard into my throat until he came. But he soon fell asleep while I licked the smooth head of his cock clean.

I’m still awake.

I sit in my room, neatly harnessed in hemp rope. Outside the paper walls I can hear my husband talking. Another voice answered him. It is the lover he caught me with earlier. I bow my head, wishing I could turn back the time to that moment I could have resisted our guest’s charms.

He is my husband’s friend visiting from New York City. Earlier I found him chiseling stone in our backyard, shirt off and golden in the sun. Our mutual attraction gave way to committing the sin of adultery in plain view of the afternoon sky.

My husband witnessed the last few seconds of our illicit coupling. He did not say a word, as his friend and I composed ourselves in front of him. Now I am tied up in my room, while my husband makes arrangements for a fitting punishment.

I hear the front door being opened. More male voices entered our home. This must be the ritual I have heard so much about: Bukkake, the traditional Japanese punishment for an adulterous woman.

My husband had gathered up the men from the village to perform this punishment on me. I shudder as my bedroom door slides open. The men wear black masks over their faces, and any effort to identify them is drowned out by my guilt. I bow my head.

“Lift your head, woman,” my husband orders.

I do as I’m told and look up at the spectacle above me. Surrounding me were cocks of various lengths and girths, moving on my face with their fists, faster and with more intensity than real life.

I am hot, the hub of anonymous sweaty male bodies pumping their members around me. I am struggling to catch my breath, moaning from the friction.

I flinch when the first drop of cum hit my cheek. It dominoes into a successive ejaculation all around me on every surface of my face. I relax my head back, letting the slippery goo remain on my face until my husband finds his pride vindicated.

The men dress and shake my husband’s hand before they leave. My husband and his friend remain with me, wiping my face clean with a warm washcloth, and loosening the rope bondage around my body.

HR Giger is one of J’s favorite artists. We have a book of his art in our library, HR Giger ARh+ published by Taschen. I am fascinated with Giger’s cyborgs and creatures: graceful, ancient, decay reinforced with machine-like parts. I wouldn’t say my knee-jerk reaction to Giger’s art is one of lust. In fact, I am frightened by his vision at the same time that I am drawn to it.

Passage XXIX, 1973

No. 308, Biomechanoid 1976

Internet Porn has changed so much since Jay and I began posting our sexy pictures on the usenet newsgroups back in the mid-90’s. Those were the days of the Dot-com Millionaires, the Code Rush and the Wild Wild Web. The internet was on the cusp of being a household staple, and legislation had yet to catch up to this new medium.

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I wanna see a full on color orgy! Big black cock penetrating pink and white ass, striped with a leather whip held by an asian woman in a schoolgirl uniform, getting ready for her gang bang with a whole mariachi band. Bring it!