I would never have figured this out in real life, unless I somehow became immortal, young forever, with no appetite for monogamy for long stretches, given to cross-cataloging the features of lovers. But here, on SG, there are just so many bodies, so carefully photographed, that I, and everyone else, can take my time, and learn not just what I like, but -- well... Let...
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When I moved to New York, my first job was working in a prison, Arthur Kill, on Staten Island, as the editor of the NYS Department of Corrections literary magazine for the whole state, as well as a facility newspaper. It was a fun job. And because the reporters could carry a camera and take pictures, a lot of people wanted to be part of...
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At the risk of lowering the value of my favoriting, I have to confess that it's fun (gratifying) to see SGers who've been on this site for a long time slowly transforming over the years. On the most superficial level, you can follow the progress of their ink, and maybe intuit the thinking that shaped those ch0ices. Sometimes you'll see a favorite of yours just...
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There are so many set pieces in the SG sets—the toes in the air, the panty toss at the camera, the tabletop butt arch, the mid-leg-lift pussy reveal. I feel like SG has invented at least one that's seen only here, or maybe it started here and has been imported to the various pay-sites that are its children. Let's call it the Cheshire Butt, where...
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The quality of the photography here is so good. Which means that from time to time, you're forced to confront realities that maybe the viewer wasn't meant to see. One of the scariest things I've spotted—not often, but you just can't unsee it whenever it pops up—is areola reduction surgeries. I know we're supposed to support the body positivity evident in anyone taking charge of...
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If you had just renovated your house—your kitchen, especially—I'm not sure the first person you'd invite over would be a Suicide Girl, all their charms notwithstanding. There seems to be something about cookware that makes an SG want to shed everything, unsnap her onesie, toss it aside and climb upon the marble island or the big wood table or the countertop. I love cooking, and...
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I've belonged to SG (is "belong" the right word? It sure feels like club sometimes) a few times over the years. I'd quit because it's so addictive, so easy to get drawn in, to find people you keep up with, even some, absurd as it sounds, you start to feel like you know, despite all the barriers. And then some bored afternoon years later I'd...
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Newcomer to the buzzing live stream biz here. Silly to say, but they're so individual. And folks sure do get comfortable. Last night, one SGer was taking a big bong hit, and maybe feeling as if this interruption were an inconvenience to her fans, pulled up her tank top for the duration of the toke. Like, "Sorry, enjoy my tits while I take care of...
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It's so easy to spend time on this site, jumping from one miracle to the next. As an ex-masseur and dab hand at figure drawing, I'm used to getting lost in the particulars of a body, moving from a quirk of flesh to revelations of character, from the inadvertent to the exhibitionist. Out of gratitude for feeling so overwhelmed, sometimes I go over the top...
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