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From: [email protected] (lamont)
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Subject: Re: Vanessa Chase is hot!!
Date: Tue, 28 Feb 1995 08:23:04 -0800
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(Amanda670) wrote:
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> The
> last couple of weeks we've seen Vanessa Chase in a couple of videos, one
> being Pussyclips 6. We both liked her in that one. My boyfriend says my
> younger sister looks a lot like Vanessa, with the long slender body and
> broad face. She does, kind of. I wonder if the similarity extends to her
> sex life? :-)
It is nice to hear a woman talk about porn. Most of the women in my life
have been reluctant to say exactly what kind of videos turn them on, if
any.
I, of course, have no way of knowing about your sister. But if she looks
like Vanessa I bet she has an active social life :-)
> You called the sex bland, but I didn't think so. But then it wasn't a
> real big turn on for me either, shot in a store room with the "boss"
> groping at her. The guy who screwed her was kind of cute, however. At
> the end of the scene the man gives her a clip. My boyfriend says it is
> for decoration, to hang jewelry and weights from. Is that correct? You
> can't screw when you're wearing it, can you?
Although I've actually held a pussyclip in my hand, I've never seen one in
use. Nor did I ask if it had a purpose other than ornamentation. So I
can't answer your question. If Brandy is reading this perhaps she can
enlighten us.
> My boyfriend has rented GangBang 14 three times. I don't buy the innocent
> pose that you guys do, but what the hell, its your fantasy. I've never
> participated in group sex and am not aware of any strong desire to
> experiment along those lines. Yet something about that scene turned me
> on. I told my boyfriend that one of the fantasies I've had since high
> school is being taken by a couple of guys older than me. I wasn't sure
> how he would react, but he wasn't shocked or disapproving. He said a lot
> of women have that fantasy, then he asked if I wanted to try it. I said
> no.
Women have told me they fantasy about being overwhelmed, mastered,
overpowered in a soft rape scene, which may not be the same thing as a
gang bang.
I seldom fantasy about participating in a gang bang, have never been part
of one in real life and frankly don't usually watch gang bang videos. I
picked up Gang Bang Girls 14 because Vanessa was featured, and I was
pleased to discover that her performance turned me on. In contrast, her
girlfriend's did not. What seems to appeal to me is the staged
degradation of something pure. To me Vanessa conveys innocence,
especially in this video when the men undress her and start pawing her
body, when she shifts into that special mood which suggests that she is
not altogether present, an innocent girl turning fey, the reaction of an
guileless, helpless coed overwhelmed by a powerful masculine force.
Vanessa innocent? You bet...except for one nagging little detail. She
proceeds to fuck and suck 10 studly carpenters wearing boots and tool
belts, all the while showing no signs of fatigue or discomfort, consuming
one massive organ after another, all in the spirit of charming compliance.
> I've been performing oral sex since I was 15. I like it and i'm good at
> it. But when Vanessa swallows cum from the other girl's pussy, well, lets
> just say that I didn't get excited.
>
> If a woman is reading this message, could you recommend a sex video that
> you liked?
With Vanessa in mind, I might suggest the scene in The Dinner Party, where
Vanessa, looking truly elegant, engages in an extraordinarily tasteful and
sensual bout of anal sex. This movie features high production values, a
posh look, which may appeal to you.
lamont
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