Flight to Nashville

Flight to Nashville

by Marie LeClare

As I boarded the American Airlines flight for Nashville, I remembered back to the time I used to work as a flight attendant for American, and wondered if I would see any of the old crew I knew.

My thoughts were interrupted as I entered the cabin when an old friend yelled out “Marie!” It was Duane, the only gay attendant that I liked, and he pulled me aside to spend a few minutes catching up on the news and gossip.

As I made my way to my window seat I noticed 2 young women, sitting together, looking at me with their mouths wide open, so smiling at them I took my seat. I kept waiting for someone to take the aisle seat next to me but much to my relief it stayed empty.

As I opened my laptop computer, after takeoff, and tried to concentrate on a new story, the older woman came over to me and asked, in more of a statement than a question “You’re Marie LeClare aren’t you?” as she sat on the edge of the seat.

“Yes, that’s me,” I replied with a warm smile, as my eyes took in her fabulous figure.
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Plop! it is

We couldn’t resist making Plop the newest addition to our comics collection, with its MAD pedigree of Basil Wolverton covers as well as co-creator Sergio Aragones, the guy who draws the little funnies in the margins of MAD Magazine. But even though it’s a major publisher release (venerable DC Comics, home to Superman and Batman, among other classics) the feel is very underground and the stories are more EC than DC comics, with ghouls, horror, sci-fi and humor.

What’s next? We’d really like to feature the Naylor comics but there are 60 issues and we haven’t figured out how to display them yet. Thumbs suck, stacking them is so ’90s (although that’s what a lot of sites do) and 60 more sliders might be too much of a load. We’ll keep adding smaller series and see if there is any appreciable difference. If not, we’ll bite the bullet and do 60 sliders and 60 pages of Naylor. More likely, Death Rattle, Dr. Atomic or PeepShow might make an appearance next month.

Two Tales

More Furring Fun

by Marie LeClare

We heard it on the radio, as we left the theatre.

Brazil had won the World Cup, and people were streaming into the streets. It was an exciting time for our country.

As we entered the fancy restaurant we both saw her, my girlfriend Marie,and I. She was beautiful. About 5’3″, small, very slim, with golden shoulder length hair. Green eyes, with nice firm breasts, and really soft skin.

We invited her to sit at our table, where we found out her name was Tina. She was dressed all in black. Wearing a short skirt, and a soft silk blouse. After many interesting and funny discussions, Marie and I went to the ladies room where Marie said,” I’d like to eat her out. Do you think we could invite her home?” I agreed that I would also love to make love and to taste this beauty. After some further drinking we suggested to her that she accompany us to our home, and happily Tina accepted.

We retrieved our fur coats from the checkroom attendant, and went back to our home by taxi. In the taxi we made sure that Tina was between us and thus let her feel the soft mink fur on her hands, knees or cheeks, or wherever there was a little naked skin.

At home we lost no time when we arrived. I spread our fur coats on our leather sofa, I really don’t think Tina knew why.

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A Flight for Mother’s Milk

A Flight for Mother’s Milk

by Marie LeClare

My name is Marie. At present, I’m 40 minutes out of Atlanta on one of our big Southwest jumbo jets. It’s been a long flight from Dallas and I’ll be glad to get off this flight and my feet. I won’t go into my life history or why I’m going to Atlanta. Suffice to say I’m an attractive 23 year old who’s working for Southwest Airlines.

I’m also a lesbian flight attendant. I’ve been with a few woman in my life, and I’ve been very selective. My seat is the last row in the back of the plane doing my paperwork. Setting next to me is a brand new mother.Earlier in the flight her husband, who is sitting way up front, brought their 1-month-old baby back so its mother could breast-feed her. That was enjoyable.

You probably think I’m crass but I could look at a full, well rounded tit like that all day. Naturally, when the feeding was done, she pushed that beautiful, swollen breast back into her blouse. She slept most of the way so we didn’t talk much after I had brought her a pillow. She was a beautiful, young mother and it appeared, to me at least, her shape had returned to her.
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Japanese, no? Japanese, yes!

In the Western tradition, the idealized nude and—more explicitly—sex have long been sticking points in artistic discourse across generations—controversial for their beauty on the one hand, and its supposedly sinful nature on the other.

In stark contrast, Japanese erotica in paintings and prints have held a ubiquitous position in society, starting with the Heian aristocracy of the ninth century and trickling down to a rising, modern urban middle class.

While styles have changed over the centuries, these works are connected by a shared celebration of life’s fleeting, earthly pleasures under the term ukiyo-e, or the Floating World.

A great new site from our friends at Japan-Sex.Asia. The .asia domains are going to be a very lucrative investment in the coming years, and this site offers some great ones for sale. Grab them now, while prices are reasonable, they will only grow in value in the coming year.
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