This is the original weblog for Shayne McClendon, erotica author and good girl. I am not afraid to talk about sex. I am not intimidated by my own sexuality or anyone else's. Push beyond your comfort zone. Find out what makes you tick - what makes your partner tick - and don't shy away from it. Be intimate, be dirty, be real...but ALWAYS practice safe sex and self-respect.
As a grown woman who writes and researches about human relationships and sexual situations, I know my way around adult websites. There are some scary (scary) people out there. I'm not kidding. Some sites truly freak me out with the level of ewww they are willing to put out in the world.
I'm not a prude. I've never been a prude. Sex doesn't scare me or make me uncomfortable. It's natural and normal to be sexual beings. We were created this way. As long as you're being safe, sex is consensual, and you aren't hurting (by word or deed) anyone else...enjoy. That's why, when I found this site thru Violet Blue's website, I was naturally curious. It's called X-Art and there is no doubt it's porn. However, if you take the time to actually look through some of the photos, etc. I think you're going to notice something very important. Unique, even. The girls are naturally beautiful. Clean and lovely. The men are hot without looking like 'Chester the Molester". Then there is the quality of film. I've never seen anything in the adult industry shot with such attention to natural lighting and environment. So beautifully done it truly strikes me more as art than porn. But again...it is porn. Make no doubt about it. Some of the most gorgeous porn I've ever seen though and I'm trying to decide if I should get the membership. Stop by and take a look. I think you'll be as surprised as I was. Happily, sensually surprised.
I bitch about the lawn on purpose I know you'll get tired of listening to me You'll pull out all the tools you need And spend a couple of hours outside
Pissed and getting dirty, hot, and sweaty I pretend I'm writing on the porch Wearing sunglasses because of glare I'm really staring at you...lusting
You're wearing a tank in the boiling sun Naturally beautiful golden skin, fit Bright Italian eyes with laugh lines Silver shot through near-black hair
Eventually you'll be done I already have water for you, right here A little snack because you did so well I've gotten rid of the kids
When you come out of the shower I don't even pretend to be coy There is only one thing I want I want it now, in my mouth...right now
That is never enough for you We fuck then nap then talk Friends and lovers for years now Comfortable in our skins
Steady and simple, playful sometimes Caught up in the day-to-day bullshit But I live for the moments like this... When you're my own personal lawn boy