Call me Ishmael. Gents voyeurs, over at the voy-zone free erotic clips section there's a Sandfly Anthology being undertaken. Kicking off 7 Nov, I'm uploading a few of my old-school movie captures just to reminisce and take you back thru some good times as this ambition grew and I scoured the four oceans for the elusive milky whale. She, for I know where she is - her day will come in the next orbit of the sun. That, you can see next year. -------------------- Today, I feast the MOMENTS you cannot taste in those posed saccharine pastiches the professionals indulge the base senses in. These two dolls, noticed on the spur of the moment as I coursed the sands, captured in a flurry of pressure as I drop and fire, drop and fire and catch the heartstopping happiness of natural girls-next-door voyeured incognito (and unpaid, I must add, Euro scammers..) ------------------------ Of course this sense of time will be lost on the freakzoids out there. Yes, you who queued up to make complaints to Kate and team like a bleating upturned floatload of costumed faggot dwarves during a boisterous Pride march when you realised Snow milky was a 300-pound bulldyke, man-hater. You whiny little bitches who infect the net with trollism and two times last month attempted to send the Sandfly down.------------- You lost. For I am unstoppable. Think on that, sweet hatemongers, as you froth when my name lights up your screens and bathes your scraggy basement 'apartment' underneath your elderly parents' home in a pallid hue. You, the twisted archetypes of inconsequence, sat there utter of fury. Let the Sandfly paint you the picture: Go surf the naturist and spout your venom at the pretty gals, the cheerleaders who wouldn't talk to you at Shallowhead High, and wind up to finish with a blast at the Sandfly in the comments section, keeping your 'best' 'til last, hunched over your keyboards, gut searing, the bright ache behind your eyes opening sweat glands like geysers in Yellowstone as you realise I KNOW you.------------------ YOU, the hater who bleeds his senile mom dry as she shuffles across the floorboards overhead attempting so despairingly thru the fug of age and decrepitude to to reminisce which client was your real daddy (put away your sexy foreign prince fantasies - It was old one-eyed Simms the halitosis-ridden butcher from down the block on his very first night out of jail on a pederast charge). And your scanty old toothless duped 'Dad' out down the student bars eating dogfood for $20 bets with rich kids just to pay the winter fuel bills. He'll be home shortly, smelly like Lassie, and you'll hold your breath as they weep together and you swish with angst while your deflating 'girlfriend' sits hissing escaping air on the grimy matress you call bed.------------ That existential anguish will churn and churn and you'll eventually splurge it out in my comments section, not so much a dazzling stream of consciousness but more the powerless emission of a man who's fulfilled his lifelong desire to fuck a goat and right at the vinegar strokes has realised at a base level that he's no sexual pioneer but just what a sad abnormal, what a worthless...well, goatfucker...he indeed is. ------------------------------- There. Not so much a portrait, dear haters, as a mirror. Stare deep, sickpuppies. Sandlfy knows. ---------------------------------- Now go do your downvoting (yaaaaawn) because you can't distinguish what is REAL voyeurism from the pretty but soporific fakery that has you gurning like narcotised drones every month. And never question, Kenneth, why the benzedrine NEVER seems to run out....----------------------------- Here is beauty. Natural, lovely. HERE are MOMENTS, gone in a breath. Two sweet dolls caught naked and natural. Recall, if you read this far, get this down you and cruise over to catch some history in the flick section.--------------------------- After my political quips set fire to the ballsack of the sensitive woodland creatures out there who couldn't sleep, eat, or work because of me, I've promised the suffering naturist squad who have to deal with e-mails from Angry of Ohio that I'll steer clear of such a controversial subject as politics. This contri, we'll get some religion in instead. I did not put you here to suffer, said God, I did not put you here to whine (haters). I put you here to love one another, so get out and have a good Sandfly time. Let my people go-go. Anyway, there were these two Muslims walked into a bar...
Welcome to the 2002 issue of the naturist Yearbook, where you can see many of your faves from the naturist campus, including teachers, administrators, and staff members. Browse thru it with us, and see what we've been up to lately! Mistress Nina, Co-Captain (or more accurately Bi-Captain) of the naturist School Cheerleader squad, is known for her almost infinite plasticity and perpetual good-naturedness. She works lengthy hard hours with the other Bi-Captain, Nikki~, developing sophisticated moves and dances geared to illicit on your feet cheering for the athletes at the naturist School events. A rigid believer in naturist School being a Panty-Free Zone, her patented handstand to somersault to jiggle your booty cheer always brings the crowd to their feet. naturist School mASScot, LeggyLee is an integral part of school spirit and is worked into many of the routines Nina and Nikki~ perform. Often the cheerleading squad works out as the other athletes practice, and then a nice group bathroom results. The sound of sniggers and good natured spanks is common in the locker room…. Track Starlet Meg has a particularly high pitched snigger when spanked (the spanks being part of how Nina came to be named Mistress Nina….). Coaches Cherokee, Heide, and Francesca often see these bathroom antics with smiles on their faces and have been know to join in on occasion. Part of being a good cheerleader is theatrics, and Nina is often seen with Theatre Arts Teacher CutiePie and Performing Arts Student Michelle on the stage practising her oral delivery. Music and rhythm are also significant to a cheerleader so Nina makes it a point to hook up with Ms. OHwife the Orchestra Teacher and Sam the band student to practice her rhythm and dances as they fellate on selected instruments till the ejaculation is reached. Coupled with the performing arts is actual art and Nina is a special student of Ms.BZ’s advanced bod finger-painting class. Art Student Lacy and Nina have collaborated under Ms.BZ many times, using various finger position technologies. Being the Bi-Captain of the Cheerleading Squad means setting a good example for other students. Nina is an excellent student thanks to the lengthy hours of personalized tutoring by Math Tutor WyoRae, Chemistry Student Dragon Princess and Class Valedictorian ~Lara~. She has also picked up a mechanism or two from Teachers Pet Lindsey Austin and School Cowgirl TxTina. She has never been disciplined by Principal HH, tho' evidently Nina has given Principal HH some demonstrations on disciplining…. Nina’s only vice is chronically returning library books late and receiving regular tongue lashings from naturist School Librarian Ms. Merci. Cheerleading Bi-Captain Mistress Nina is sans a doubt responsible for more student assets stimulation than almost anyone else. This is why she was voted “Most likely to cheer you UP”. Love your fresh yearbook, and please don't leave behind to sign our memory pages!