baserinstincts

Sex in Movies – Donnie Brasco

Reasons I love this scene:

-Johnny Depp

-Hot makeup sex after a heated argument

-Johnny Depp

-The stairs – my first though was “I’m gonna have to try this fucking up the stairs thing”

-Johnny Depp

- Donnie’s face when his wife says “I’m here”

-Johnny Depp

Seven Deadly Facts

..well not really deadly but interesting nonetheless.

Apparently there’s this new meme thingy going around. And I guess it’s my turn because I got tagged by that sexy muthafucka, Jack.

Here are the commandments:

-Thou shalt link to your tagger and list these rules on your blog.

-Thou shalt share 7 facts about yourself on your blog – some random, some weird.

-Thou shalt tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blog.

-And let them know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

And without further ado…

1. My absolute favorite food in the whole wide world would have to be eggs. I can and often do eat eggs in some form every day (really, it’s a wonder I have normal cholesterol levels). i consider making someone eggs the morning after one of the highest expressions of affection. I’m working on several cookbooks right now and one of the contains solely egg recipes.

2. I am of Caribbean decent. My mommy’s side of the family is from Barbados and my daddy’s side is from Jamaica. I lived in Jamaica for a little over a year, and like many I’m a first generation American. My accent only comes out if I’m pissed (a rarity since I’m slow to anger) and I really only speak Patois around family. I find the majority of people’s impressions of the Jamaican accent to be severely annoying.

3. I have a thing for knives. I pretty much always carry at least one, and I’ve got a little collection that I plan to display on my wall (once I obtain a sword that is). I know this will seemingly contradict what I said earlier about being slow to anger, but I’m what you’d call a “stabby” person. No, I don’t get angry easily. But when I do, you’d better make sure there are no sharp edges around. Ask my ex fiancee. He’ll tell you…

4. I am an ass woman (that sounds funny). You know how you always see guys on the street turn around and look at the asses of the women who walk by them? Well, that’s me. I can’t help it. I enjoy staring at women’s asses. If you’re a chick and you know me, I’ve likely checked out your butt.

5. People are actually surprised to learn that I’m kind of a nerd (it’s the tits..society conditions us to think boobs and brains don’t go together). I’m a trivia junkie and read about sixty books a year. I’m also a grammar Nazi. I’m the one everyone calls when they want the definition of something or they want something spelled properly.

6. My love of comic books has been well documented, but unless you’ve visited my apartment you probably don’t know that I also collect figurines and toys. My collection is almost complete. I’m searching for the perfect Wolverine bust, a Yoda bust and an official Star Wars light saber. Then I’ll be satisfied. I think.

I’m a geek as well (yes, there’s a difference but that would take a whole post of it’s own to explain).

7. I love to drink scotch. A nicely aged single malt served neat… no ice, no water.

OK here’s the tag part. I tag:

Tess

The Fourth Angel dvdrip

– the only woman on the internet with cleavage comparable to mine

Twanna – the coolest, funkiest brown chick I know

Tammy – aka Pinkie aka my little sister. She’s not a sex blogger (she’s way too good for that, unlike her older sister) but is equally awesome in her own right.

The Fury – Because I get moist whenever there’s something new from him in my feed reader

Os About a Boy trailer – because he’s awesome and I want to know more about him

Bad Bad Girl – my new girl crush

Mollena - my other new girl crush

Behind The Scenes At The Calendar Shoot

For your viewing pleasure.

The second behind the scenes video will be released a week before our launch party.

You ARE coming right? Because I hear if you purchase your calendar at the party, you get to spank a certain Lusty Lady.

So here’s the video. Huge thanks to Dacia Art School Confidential release for filming this.

Link Lovin'

Jezebel – Toby Young: Sex and the City Depicts An “Essentially Pre-Feminist Society” – Good insight here. I, for one, was too busy studying Carrie’s outfits to notice.

Synecdochic- Don’t Be That Guy – Heartfelt thanks goes out to Synecdochic for so clearly defining “that guy”. Makes you realize there are way too many of them out there.

Man and Wife – Episode 70: Ladies Night Labor Pains movie download

– The girls are talkin’!

Best Sex Writing – Interviews about Sex 2.0 -  Hope to see more of these

Jezebel- ANTM: And the Plus-Size Girl Takes the Cake – I’m not a small chick and so I feel Whitney’s victory is a victory for all the not small chicks out there. But really…this is what’s called “plus sized”?

Urban Gypsy – Desire -  Sound advice dispensed here.

Pretty dumb things – Foot in Mouth -  Reminded me of my foot fetish modeling days.
Special Dead movie full

LUSTY LADY – Dear Writing, a love/hate letter -  Writing and I are in a good place in our relationship right now but it wasn’t always that way. As the Lusty Lady can tell you, he’s a fickle friend.

BOINKOLOGY – The Lady Is A Tramp – I laughed out loud.

Half Nekkid Thursday – I Want Candy

What can I say? I’m greedy.

Happy HNT!

The Brush

I was on my way to work.

I’d taken the long way so that I could enjoy a few extra minutes outside as the weather was nice.

Now, I walk quickly. And there are few things I detest more than being stuck behind slow ass people.

I was coming up on a group of school kids loitering on the sidewalk. There was a narrow strip of concrete between them through which one could walk.

No problem. Two decades of living in New York City have made me an absolute pro at effortlessly navigating tight, crowded spots without so much as breaking my stride.

There was a man walking in the opposite direction, toward me.

I glanced at him. He wasn’t very tall, only somewhat taller than me. He was muscular. He wore a t shirt and some jeans. Well built, sexy. Black. Bald. Only passing observations.

We hit the crowd of teenagers at about the same time.

I did not slow down and neither did he. There wasn’t enough room for the both of us to walk through them side by side.

I turned sideways and kept walking. He did the same.

We grazed one another as we passed through the crowd, my nipples brushing roughly against his chest. They stiffened and immediately I felt tingly between the legs.

I didn’t slow down, didn’t turn back to look at him.

But it had me going crazy the entire day.

Mommy Issues

“Well one thing’s for sure,” he said chuckling through his tears. “You certainly inherited the battle axe gene”.

I laughed too and with that we made up again.

It was probably our biggest fight ever.

I threatened to leave him.

Again.

I changed my mind in the end.

Again.

I really laid into him that night. I don’t ever remember screaming so loud and so long at a person ever before in my life.

It was official.

I’d turned into my mother.

Turning into my mother was something I swore I wouldn’t do since as long as I can remember. Don’t get me wrong, I love my mommy. I love her like cooked food. But, after careful observation of her less desireable traits and her track record when it comes to relationships I felt it would behoove me to try not to be like her.

But in spite of that very concious effort, I ended up with more of her traits than I care to admit.

For instance, I pride myself on being a cool and collected person. One whose feathers are not so easily ruffled. One who gets her point across without yelling (I really hate to be yelled at) and arguing (and I hate to argue). One who does not resort to physicality to express her frustration. One who communicates her anger in a constructive way. And for the most part I am all of these things.

But catch me on the wrong day (the wrong day is usually a day where I am experiencing the dangerous combination of fatigue and prolonged stress mixed with hormonal fluctuations) and mommy

dearest rears her ugly heard.

My sister and I have joked that both our mother and grandmother are “battle axes”. I made that observation to my (now ex) boyfriend a couple of times, and according to him the apple doesn’t fall far.

I yell. Especially when I’m frustated and feel like I’m not being listened to (which really makes no sense because it’s a surefire way to not get yourself heard). I sometimes use sarcasm to say what I want to say instead of just saying it. I employ the silent treatment. I sit on my feeligs way too long until they build up into something bigger and more volatile than they need to be. And although I pretty much never start arguments, I don’t always wave the white flag either.

Oh, and ocsasionally I hit (hey, find me a Caribbean woman who doesn’t). More out of frustration than out of an actual desire to inflict pain.

These are all the things I observed about my mother that I swore would not end up as part of my personality. But I guess you can’t really help it much.

The battle axe gene certainly seems to be a dominant one.

Link Lovin’

Bad Bad Girl – Tied Up and Twisted- HNT: My fave pic of the week. Too hot for words.

Pretty Dumb Things – On Being Fingered With Rings: Definitely not what it sounds like. I really identified with this one having been “the other woman” more times than I care to admit.

Curvaceous Dee – Raunchy Review: The Spider Garden: I love comics and graphic novels. Have since I was a little girl. I’ve only recently gotten into the erotic comics thing. After reading this, I decided to check this book out.

Jezebel – The Sexist Business of Sex Writing – After reading this, I hand my hand in the air wanting to testify like an old Caribbean woman at church. I think we’ve all been here and this post articulates the frustration we feel at times to a tee.

Feministe – Food Is A Feminist Issue – I’m a foodie and I work in the industry and so most days my job is fun. But I also get to see first hand what’s happening and not just in America as the price of food continues to rise and that’s not so pleasant.

Babeland – Sex and My Mom – Because Mother’s Day is Sunday. And because I’m still waiting for “the talk” myself.

Always Aroused Girl – It All Adds Up – Kudos to AAG. I wished I had learned at an early age how to communicate my boundaries and desires.

Come Inside

image via Chagrin Bonnie and Clyde video

On our sides, facing each other, you take my face in your hands and kiss me.

We kiss, deeply and intensely for a long time.

I feel your hand reaching into the elastic waist band of my pajama pants. Your fingertips find my clit. You were always so good with your fingers. No man had ever made me come with just his hand before you.

I’m moaning softly into your mouth and suddenly I have an overwhelming urge to feel you.

“Enter me,” I whisper softly.

You either don’t hear me or ignore me and keep kissing.

“I want to feel you inside me,” I whisper again, a little more loudly and little more desperately this time.

You stop and look at me. I pull my pants down to show you I mean business. In one motion, you get on top of me and part my legs with your knees, legs I hungrily wrap around you. You look at me while you slide in, never taking your eyes from mine.

“I love the way you feel inside me.”

“I love it when you look at me while I’m fucking you,” you say. “Big beautiful brown eyes.”

Your pace quickens. Your stroke lengthens. You fuck me. Slow, but hard.

“I love you, girl”

“Say it again.”

“I love you.”

“Again.”

“I love you.”

Your voice breaks with that last one. You’re on the brink, I can tell.

“I want you to come inside me.”

And as if on command, as if that was just what you needed to hear to put you over the edge, your face twists and you begin to make guttural, almost whimpering sounds.

I squeeze.

I feel your cock throb and then I feel the hot bursting.

I’m not supposed to admit that I love that. I’m not supposed to talk about how good it feels.

But I do and it does.

You collapse on my chest and I wipe the sweat from your brow.

“Intense huh?”

“Totally.”

The Exorcism of Emily Rose movies

Half Nekkid Thursday – Hooker Boots

In honor of my post earlier this week about my hooker boots

• Antitrust the movie

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Happy Half Nekkid Thusday everyone!