Friday, November 28, 2014

Cuckolding - One of Our Most Popular Subjects

Over the last few years, our most popular subjects have involved: (i) men fighting other men over their wives/girlfriends (and often losing), (ii) the bullying of nerds, geeks and other social outcasts, (iii) car crush injuries to males as delivered by women, (iv) beautiful sadistic women who watch men fight or male torture for their own pleasure, (v) comparing of cock-size with humiliation of the smaller-endowed man, and of course (vi) cuckolding.  I list these in no particular or significant order.

Over this holiday weekend (in America), I thought it would be nice to revisit some of these subjects in a few posts that focus on graphic demonstrations of the subject matter.  Today, it is cuckolding. For those not already schooled in what cuckolding is, I recommend you read a fine Daily Beast article here: What is Cuckolding?

For those who already are familiar with the subject matter, or prefer the learn-by-example approach, I offer the following examples of cuckolding:

Our poor husband here is relegated to sleeping on the floor, as his wife and her lover have a sexy romp on the bed.

Here, the distraught husband is ball-gagged and bound to a chair in black pantyhose, as he is forced to watch his lovely wife pleasure her dominant black lover. Her husband is such a "girly-man."

Here, the generous bull allows his cuckolding victim to pathetically watch as he sexually takes the victim's wife from multiple angles.

Here, a sexy young wife bestows her panties unto her bull as a sign of commitment, as she cheats on her newlywed husband, on their wedding day.

Here, a more violent bull and more sadistic wife begin their lovemaking, shortly after the bull has stomped repeatedly on the "package" of the groaning, beaten up husband.  The wife signifies her approval of the beating and stomping of her husband by placing her foot on him, thereby "joining" in his having been "conquered" and humiliated by her bull.

Here, we see the thought that is running through the mind of our cuckolded photographer, as he shoots pictures of his wife being taken by her bull.

Here, a particularly sadistic wife has watched her bull give the pathetic cuckolded husband a thorough forced torture session.  Her husband's pain, screams and humiliation turned her on to the point where she could no longer wait to taste her bull.

An extremely happy cuckolding wife, showing off her wedding ring as she wraps up servicing her bull.

A dominant wife drags her weak cuckolded husband by his necktie to the site where she intends to begin loving on her bull.  She wants him to watch, up close, how much more enthusiasm she has for loving on her bull than she has for him.

Finally, we see the ecstasy of a cuckolding wife, as she is serviced to perfection by her bull.  This is something her sorry cuckold of a husband could never make happen. 

Monday, November 24, 2014

"Chloe P." Authors An Interesting Dialog On the Web

Editor's Notes: This is an adapted account of a dialog authored by a woman named "Chloe P.," which was published originally on a women's health message board. The adaptation includes parts authored by us to fill in gaps in the storyline, as well as editing of materials posted by the original author. The photograph is of a light porn model who goes by the name of Chloe and has published her pictures on the Web.  There is no knowledge or assertion on our part of any actual association between the woman pictured and the accounts that were posted. The picture is offered for mere illustrative purposes.

The Background:

So, about six weeks ago, my boyfriend got into an argument with a guy from our neighborhood.  Soon after, the guy was telling everyone about how he claims he had been disrespected and wanted to fight my boyfriend.  I was afraid of what might happen, so I went to the guy and asked him not to fight with my boyfriend.  My appeals to him did not work and he still sought out my boyfriend.

One evening about a week later, when my boyfriend and I were out together, the other guy found us and challenged my boyfriend to fight him, right then and there.  My boyfriend is a training MMA fighter and I had hopes that he would be able to fend off this guy.  My boyfriend felt like he could not back down and had to deal with this situation.

As the fight started, I was very nervous and worried, but also hopeful my boyfriend would win.  I strangely found myself getting somewhat sexually aroused by the excitement, violence and danger I was anticipating.  Despite my fears, I could feel myself getting a little wet in the panties as the guys faced off with their bare knuckles out.

The fight began with a lot of awful trash talking and circling.  In addition to saying awful things about my boyfriend, the other guy insulted my reputation and spoke about my having gone to him to try and prevent the fight.  The guys charged at each other and the fight was on.  Shortly after some even give and take, the other fighter started to take control and began to batter my boyfriend.  He beat my boyfriend brutally with punches and kicks and stomps until he was a semi-conscious bloody mess. He made sure to injure my boyfriend's manhood for good measure.  The other fighter made it a point to humiliate my boyfriend in front of me and was totally rude to me. Part of me wanted to help my boyfriend, but another part of me was mesmerized and wanted to just watch what was happening.  I gave in to the latter desire and just soaked it all in.

After the fight was over, I had to half-carry home my beaten-up boyfriend, where I undressed him, cleaned him up and nursed his wounds.  As I worked on patching him up, we both became incredibly passionate and had the most intense sex that we have ever had.  My orgasms came in waves, stronger than ever before, as I thought about the brutal fight, my boyfriend's injuries and his humiliation by this other man during our intercourse.  My boyfriend had a couple of orgasms of his own, groaning louder and harder than he had ever done before.

Since that night, I have been almost continually horny.  I think about the fight and instantly begin to get wet all over again.  But my boyfriend has been just the opposite.  His desire for sex has basically evaporated.  I'm at a loss as to what to do about it.

The Follow-Up Web Dialog:

Hey guys, I know I said in the other thread that I was gonna let you guys in on what's been going on the past few weeks. All I can say is that I hope you guys can/will continue to support me... I'm going through a really hard time right now and I know that I've made some mistakes and some of it is my fault...

I've been talking with Sarah about this, so instead of retyping the entire ordeal, I'm just going to copy /paste parts of the private messages I've sent to her. These are pretty much my raw feelings on everything that has happened.  I'm being completely honest with everyone about everything, so please try to refrain as much as possible from being judgmental, although I may deserve it in some cases. : (

Thanks for asking me about the relationship. Unfortunately, things have only gotten worse. : (  I've been thinking about asking the girls for help again, but I'm afraid what their reaction would be.... I feel like such a skank. : (

Basically, things haven't improved with my boyfriend at all, we've had sex like once since the last time I've been on here, and it was just completely awful...... He came in literally 45 seconds!!! I've never even heard of that before! How am I supposed to climax in 45 seconds? It was like a record low and probably the worst sex I've had in my life. : (  He basically shut down after that and we hadn't had sex in like 2 weeks and I couldn't take it anymore. We had such a strong sexual chemistry before this set of incidents.  Now, going without it had me going crazy. Not to mention that's just sex period. I have not had good sex in like a month, no orgasms at all, not even close. : (

My boyfriend was being just really apathetic about everything from sex, to our relationship, his training, and just life in general. It was really straining our relationship. He was just moping around all the time and I couldn't stand all the self loathing.  Anyways, I was glad when he went away with his fighter friends for the weekend.  It was a team building exercise the coach had thought up and I figured it could really help to get him his confidence back and get him back in the swing of things. It was pretty much my last hope.  If things didn't get better with his attitude from that point, I was planning on leaving, as the relationship just didn't seem healthy anymore.

So I was home alone for the weekend and was just planning to stay home, trying to relax and enjoy myself. I was just getting ready to get in the bath when my doorbell rang. I answered the door and lo and behold, it's the guy who beat up my boyfriend, the other fighter. So I was kind of taken aback and frightened, but he said he wanted to apologize to both me and my boyfriend for all the trouble he's caused.  I told him that my boyfriend wasn't in, but I invited him inside and made some coffee and then we talked.  He said he regretted all the trash talking and disrespecting me when I went to see him to try to stop the fight, and that I was an amazing girlfriend to try and do that for my boyfriend.  He also wanted to apologize for intentionally dragging out the fight, when he knew he had already won, with the intent of just embarrassing and humiliating both myself and my boyfriend. We talked for a while and he seemed really sincere about his apology.

Before he left he went upstairs to go to the bathroom and I went to the bedroom to put away some clothes from the laundry. When I was putting away my boyfriend's underwear, I noticed the pair with the blood stains on them were still in his draw.  For some subconscious reason, I hadn't washed them yet and he had not moved them.  I know it sounds silly, but honestly, seeing my boyfriend's bloody underwear made all the memories of the fight just come rushing back to me.  I started to get both incredibly turned on and incredibly sad about how the result of the fight had changed my boyfriend's attitude.  I began to tingle, get wet and to tear up, all at the same time, just as the guy was coming out of the bathroom.  He poked in and saw me sobbing on the bed, holding the bloody underwear, and immediately tried to console me.  I just felt so vulnerable, I was just glad anyone was there.  Then, almost out of the blue, he leaned over and kissed me!  I was so shocked at first and I pulled away, but he went in again and this time I couldn't resist.  I could just feel the passion, something I haven't felt in more than a month now!

From there, lust took over.  Before I knew it, I was completely undressed. All I could think about was how this sexy man had dominated and beat up my man, and I was sopping wet.  He pulled his pants down.  I was shocked when I saw how large he was. He was around 8 inches or so, fully erect, much bigger than my boyfriend.  And I know I'm going to sound a little hypocritical here... and probably even like a huge slut ..... I'm embarrassed at myself for even admitting it, I feel like I should be ashamed, and in some ways I am, but the sex was absolutely amazing.....

I've honestly never came harder before in my life.  Even harder than the post-fight sex with my boyfriend.  I know I've said in the past that size doesn't matter and that even guys with 4 inches have gotten me off, but this was honestly something entirely different.  I can't stress how absolutely mind blowing the sex with this guy was, it was completely unreal. It was obvious that I've never before experienced such a dominant and large guy, who knew how to use it.

We went through a ton of different positions and he was able to make me climax at least 5 separate times.  I honestly just couldn't believe how sexually compatible we were, or at least I thought we were. It was almost like we were holding back this hidden lust for each other and, in my case, probably a subconscious lust for him as the manly, violent "bad boy."

It turns out that the good time was more or less one sided though...... to him I was just another "skank that liked it up the butt." I couldn't believe it, I was so devastated, after I pretty much gave all I had to him physically and mentally, after everything I let him do to me, after I just let him completely dominate my body, he was just using me to get off.... I wasn't anything more than a place for him to "blow his loads." : (

Apparently, according to him I'm a "lousy lay" and horrible in bed. I tried to explain to him that I've just never been with anyone so skilled like he was, so I was just stunned by the pleasure.  He replied that I was just you're "typical skank, only good at laying there while getting fucked." It hurt so much to hear him say things like that after he pretty much had his way with me, while I was enjoying it nonetheless, it's just so shameful...

This is the first time I've ever cheated on anyone in my life and despite the sex being phenomenal, I'm just so ashamed of what happened.  I know I should have never let him in the house, but I did and even then, I could have stopped him when he tried to kiss me, but I just didn't.  I was weak and let him just take me over.  Secretly, I guess a part of me desired him ever since he beat up my boyfriend.
After what he said to me, I'm starting to think he's right... maybe I am a skank? : (

Of course, my boyfriend found out about everything as soon as he got back and was devastated. 

Everything is just a complete mess.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

An Experiment in Sound Regarding "Linda Seeks Dialog"

One of the most popular posts we've had came from a contributor named Linda, who befriended Candy (our former administrator and founder), and wrote a piece about her philosophy and feelings surrounding watching men fight.  That post garnered more than 7,000 unique views and over 110 comments in the last few of years.  The original post can be read here:

Needless to say, the popularity that the original post enjoyed then led to further discussion with Candy about the development of additional materials related to it.  One of such projects that has finally come to fruition is an audio file that is heavily processed through digital software to disguise the true voice of the reader. The audio is therefore less than ideal, sometimes muddled or unclear, and sometimes sounds mechanized.  Nevertheless, it takes a pleasing female's voice and puts it to recounting the text of this well-liked post.  We hope you will enjoy it!


Saturday, November 8, 2014

Examining the Sadistic "Milla" Character from Arena 2011

The "B-type" sci-fi/action movie, "Arena 2011," was a stereotypical futuristic gladiator flick.  Men were made to fight to the death for the viewing pleasure and wagering of the masses - the "forced to fight" theme. Only this time, the viewing and wagering are done via the Internet.  The leading female role in this warmed over and mildly adapted story was a particularly sadistic young woman, whose character is named "Milla."  The Milla character has an extreme and poignant applicability to the theme of this blog, and so we take the time to examine it.

Milla was portrayed by the beautiful 30 year-old actress Katia Winter, who is pictured at left.  Katia wears her hair in frequently changing random colors. Here, she is pictured as an auburn red head.  In the movie, she is a raven brunette.  She can often be seen in other roles as a sandy blonde.  But what remains consistent about Katia is her oval-shaped pretty face, her piercing hazel eyes, and her highly enticing 5'8 121 34B-25-35 frame. Katia gives a stunning performance as a manipulative, selfish, sadistic and disaffected young woman.

As it turns out, Milla is a recruiter of fighters for the shady organization that is conducting these forced fights to the death.  She is portrayed as preying upon despondent men she finds drowning their sorrows in bars, so long as they have some substantial aptitude to fight in one form or another.  She recruits the main character to become "her" fighter by enticing him with the promise of sex after she witnesses his display of fighting skill, while he is in a sorrowful drunken stupor.  We later learn that she is paid handsomely each time one of her recruited fighters prevails in the arena.  Sadly, there is no back story provided about Milla.  We never find out why she's so sadistic, self-centered and lacking in empathy.

One can imagine that a backstory for Milla might be filled with tales of an unloving family, where exploitation of others was a frequent and permitted affair.  Her current life now mimics the life she was raised within.  Or perhaps the opposite might be true.  An overly loving and smothering family, where the empathy displayed was too gratuitous to be believable as authentic.  Milla might be the product of rebellion against the smothering she endured. But whatever the cause might have been, Milla most certainly turned out to be someone that our blog readers would idolize.

As you can see at right, Katia gave us some full frontal nudity in order to sell her "Milla" character.  We thank you greatly, Katia.

Milla carries herself as a cold, distant and single-purposed woman. It seems that her only goal is to achieve financial wealth.  Though she carefully watches each death match fight and provides "her" fighter with some nourishment after the fight, she remains outwardly disaffected and stoic for most of the time.  Whatever emotions might be bubbling within her are withheld from us and the world .

After the main character has won about 5 or 6 fights to the death, we get a very rare glimpse into the personality of Milla, as she leaves the shower and enters her bedroom. 

Once we enter Milla's austere bedroom, we see that she has collected the pictures of the many male fighters she has recruited, and some pictures of the women who broke their hearts, or had died prematurely.  We are left to presume that all of the pictured male fighters she previously recruited are now dead; victims in the arena.  

In the current case, Milla adds to the picture collection around her mirror the photograph of the deceased wife of the main character, her newest fighter.  Milla fixes her hair to match the style worn by the deceased wife.  We now know that Milla, internally, is trying to replicate the appearance of her fighter's dead wife, with a purpose in mind.

Milla uses the replication of the dead wife's hairstyle in order to seduce her fighter into some very intense animalistic sex. Somewhere deep inside of Milla's frozen and sadistic character is a sexual lust for her conquering warrior that has built up and which now overflows.  It is made evident that Milla has been secretly sexually aroused by the extreme violence and displays of dominance that she has been all along witnessing.

Once the relationship of pure captor and captive is broken between Milla and the main character, she is only slightly warmer toward him.  She remains externally reserved, even though we know that she is alive and has intense emotions, somewhere deep within her.  She continues in stoic fashion to watch her fighter fight in several more brutal death matches, coldly collecting her winnings after each victory.

Toward the end of the movie, we get one final glimpse of Milla emotionally reacting to the supremely violent stimuli around her.  Again, Milla is not cheering, smiling or otherwise broadly expressing her feelings.  She reservedly and ever so subtly reacts instead.  

The time had come for Milla's fighter to fight the top fighter.  The winner would go free and the loser would of course die.  As the top fighter passes by Milla, on his way into the arena, he tells her that he is going to kill her "boyfriend."  Milla does not protest that he is wrong.  Milla does not smile or cringe.  Milla seems only to soak in the top fighter's words, much like she has soaked in all the other violence she has witnessed.  But as we know, the violence she had seen did eventually come bubbling out in sexual arousal.  From her past eruption, we know that Milla was internally intrigued and titillated by the verbal threat of the top fighter, that he was going to kill her boyfriend.  A part of her, and maybe even a large part, hopes that he does kill her boyfriend.

Milla is clearly the very type of woman that this blog celebrates.  Although it would be nice for us men if the sadistic woman would react immediately to the violent stimuli of men fighting, many women would likely repress some or all of their emotions, as Milla does.  In the end, the unavoidable outpouring of the sexual arousal within Milla is released, and that is the moment we celebrate.

In addition, there are some other beautiful women who participated in the making of this movie that should be mentioned.  There is a lovely pair of Asian female hench-persons, who coordinate the technical portion of the viewing of the death matches.  These dominant and submissive love kittens are played by Lauren Shiohama and Amy Le.

And, of course, there are lovely women spectators who interestedly watch the death matches over the Internet, played by Heather Harrison and Marcelle Baer.

For those of you who would like to read an in-depth description of the movie, characters, plot, see trailers and more pictures, I recommend going to:

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Lindsey Lohan Accused of Sadistic Behavior

The lovely but troubled red head was accused of sadistic behavior at a celebrity all-night party a while back.  It seems the busty natural red head has a wondrous dark side that may include the enjoyment of fights and physical beatings.  Of course, Lindsey denies the accusations in public. She needs to keep her nose clean (literally, and figuratively) in order to avoid further probation violations, as well as the reinstatement of suspended sentences.  Her previous run-ins with the law make it untenable for her to be completely forthright on a subject like this, and given the nature of the accusation, she probably would not openly admit them as true, anyway, for fear of legal repercussions.

As the story goes, Lady Lohan has a running feud with the quasi-celeb Hilton clan, a/k/a Paris, Perez, etc. (the legal heirs to the Hilton hotel chain magnate's fortune, but otherwise, talentless).  Their names are frequently the correct answers to Jeopardy questions in the category of Worthless Rich Attention Whores.

And so it seems that her hotness, Lindsey, happened to be partying at a Miami mansion, presumably after some serious dancing in the South Beach clubs.  Unfortunately for him, Barron Hilton, the younger brother of Paris Hilton, also happened to be partying at that same Miami mansion.  Lohan is accused of having directed a man to assault and batter the young Hilton, brutally beating on Barron's face, at said mansion, while Lindsey allegedly watched and laughed.  A more complete statement of the allegations concerning the incident are set out in the following CNN Headline News (HLN) video clip:


Here at GGBV, we certainly hope the allegations are true.  Moreover, we hope that Lindsey got turned on by watching the beating.  We celebrate, love and admire women who enjoy watching men acting violently toward other men.  Assuming the allegations are true, we pray for the day when Lindsey will feel free to openly admit her penchant for taking sadistic pleasure in the violence between men.  We pray for the day when all women who share the sexual thrill from male on male violence are free from inhibitions and can openly discuss their feelings.

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Greg's Story

Editor's Note: We welcome Greg to the blog as an enthusiastic reader and contributor.  Greg was kind enough to send us a story (his story) for publication here.  His submission has been lightly edited for readability, and the art work supplied is random window dressing harvested from the web.

My first experience with the thrill of women enjoying watching men fight was just three days after my completion of my sophomore year in high school. I had been working out at the school and was just leaving when I heard a girl call out my name.  It was the smoking hot "Lisa," a stunner who had just recently graduated.  She was the best friend of my best friend's older sister.  She walked up to me and asked if she could walk with me.  Of course, I quickly said yes.  

Lisa was dressed in a little pink tank top, a pair of skimpy cut off jeans and, in particular, a pair of flip flops that showed her beautiful feet, as well as bright red nail polish.  Having a bit of a foot fetish, I will never forget the impact of her lovely feet.  As we began to walk, I heard another voice calling out to Lisa. It was her boyfriend Rick.  He was running toward us so we stopped and waited for him. Once he got to us it was obvious that he was upset with us walking together.  He started getting in my face, asking what the fuck was going on with me and Lisa. I told him to chill out, nothing was going on, but he wasn't buying it. He then turned to Lisa and asked if I was hitting on her.  I was expecting her to calm him down, but to my surprise, she said nothing.  When I turned and looked at her, I could see a fire in her eyes.  It was then I knew that lovely Lisa was not going to stop this impending fight.  She was becoming excited and clearly wanted it to happen. I can still feel the rush that came over me with the realization that this was going to be a fight to the finish.  There would be no one to stop it.  It was going to be just him against me, with Lisa excitedly watching.

Rick gave me a hard shove in the chest and coldly said, "I am going to beat your ass!" Suddenly, Lisa shouted, "Wait!"  I thought for a moment that she was going to stop the fight, but then she said, "Before you start, both of you take off your shirts." I could not believe it, but took off my shirt anyway, as did Rick.  He was a little taller than me, but I was much more muscular.   So there we were, stripped to waist and preparing to fight, if not "over" Lisa, at least for Lisa's entertainment.

I was still in a bit of disbelief when Rick punched me square in the mouth. I could feel and taste the blood coming from my rapidly swelling lip.  This cleared my mind and the fight was on! I squared up on him and he threw a wild punch, which I easily ducked under.  I then came up with a straight right to his face, followed by a left hook to his jaw, knocking him down. Lisa was only about 5 feet away and was moving around to get the best view. I looked over at Lisa and as she looked down at Rick, her eyes were wide open in amazement, her hands cupped over her now gasping mouth.  I don't know why I failed to press my advantage at that moment, instead of jumping on him while he was down. Perhaps the site of the mesmerized Lisa mesmerized me.  I charitably allowed him to get up.

Rick rose in a wobbly fashion. Both Lisa and I could see he was hurt.  He threw another wild punch, which I easily ducked, and came up with a brutal shot to Rick's gut.  Both Lisa and I could hear the explosion caused by the air rushing out of his stomach.  Rick fell to his knees, holding his aching midsection, struggling to catch his breath.   Rick managed to call out, in between gasps for air, "OK, I give.  No more." The feeling of having my defeated opponent on his knees, completely at my mercy, with Lisa watching was indescribable.

I looked over at Lisa. As Lisa's eyes came upward from viewing her defeated boyfriend, she looked back at me as if to mouth the words, "Finish him!"  So I grabbed Rick by the hair and brutally brought his face into oncoming knee.  Rick's blood sprayed from his face upon impact.  He went completely limp and it was indisputable that he was knocked out. I held him up by the hair for just a few moments, savoring the victory, and then allowed him to fall helplessly, unconscious, right at Lisa’s feet. She looked down at him laying there for a moment and then looked me, took her hands away from her mouth and softly said, "That was awesome!" Coming back to reality, I picked up my shirt, wiped the blood from my mouth and said, "He’s your boyfriend, you take care of him," and I walked away.  As I walked, it was the most amazing feeling to have won a fight with Lisa watching.  I had always desired Lisa, but she was 2 years older than me and it seemed like she always had a boyfriend.

Three days after the fight, I went over to my best friend's house to swim in his pool and hang out for a while.  When I arrived, I was surprised to see that Lisa was there, laying out in the sun by the pool with my friend's sister.  Lisa was in a skimpy little bikini, all oiled up with Hawaiian Tropic sun tan oil.  She looked so damned hot!
Lisa noticed my arrival and called me to come over to her.  As I approached, I could hear her telling the story of the fight to my friend’s sister. Lisa was gushing about how awesome she thought the fight between Rick and I had been.

As I overheard Lisa excitedly recounting the details of my fight, I could feel my cock growing to full strength. Soon, Lisa could see how hard I was. I felt like I was going to cum all over myself.  My balls were literally aching just from looking at her in that bikini. When she finally finished the story, she looked up at me and said, "You know, I think the winner needs to be rewarded, so come with me."   We went inside the house to the spare bedroom and she quickly locked the door behind us.  Lisa said she broke up with Rick because she now knows he’s a loser.  She sat down on the edge of the bed and told me strip so I did. I was standing there naked in front of her as she inspected me.  My rock hard cock was starting to leak some pre-cum.  In anticipation of what I thought was to come, I was in heaven.

Lisa then told me that for my reward, she going to allow me to taste her cum and told me to lay down on the bed. I watched her slowly take off her bikini.  She then climbed on top of me and straddled my face, grabbing me by the hair, and began grinding her hips to pleasure herself with my outstretched tongue. I can still taste the intense sweetness of her juices.  Lisa reached a thunderous orgasm, loudly moaning and wildly bouncing as she came.  She then abruptly dismounted my face.  Lisa said she was finished with me and proceeded to put her bikini back on.  She fixed her hair, opened the door and left me on the bed, hard on still straining, just laying there.   

Lisa left for college about 2 weeks later and I never saw or heard from her again.

Greg S.

Monday, July 7, 2014

Sexy Sophia Bush Enjoys Watching Violent Sports

The gorgeous young actress and model, Sophia Bush, seems to have a deep liking of watching men fight each other.  The knockout former star of One Tree Hill, and now of NBC's Chicago P.D., has been captured out in public as she soaked in a few violent sporting events. 

At 32 years old (as of today, July 8th - happy birthday), standing 5'4" and weighing in at 121 pounds, this petite hazel-eyed babe leaves us drooling with her tantalizing 35C-25-34 shape. And it certainly doesn't hurt our opinion of her that she seems thrilled to watch guys clobber each other in violent competition.

Sophia has been quoted as saying, "I love boxing. There's something fierce about using your body's force that way." Presumably, watching men display that "ferocity" is something of an aphrodisiac for our fair maiden.

Here, lovely Sophia (left) and her attractive friend (Monica) double date for a Fight Night event.

Here, the sexy starlet (left) and her female friend each hug on Mike Tyson.  Sophia clearly loves a man that's willing and able to chew another guy's ear off.  

And here, the beautious Sophia (right) and her very stunning female friend go nuts as they watch two guys fight during an LA Kings hockey game.  Yes, that's Sophia, screaming encouragement and pounding on the glass, as her gorgeous smiling companion yells for the men to fight.

There's no doubt that Sophia is our kind of lovely lady.  While we can't find any demonstrated statement that would suggest she's turned on by the male on male violence she watches, it is unquestioned that she is excited by it and enjoys it quite a bit.  Let's hope that the excitement she outwardly shows is matched by some internal sexual excitement.

Onlooking Wives: "Break His Arm!"

Two attractive wives (one caucasian and one asian) intently watch their men tussle at at a meeting of a social club.  The asian man appears to be gaining the advantage over his white opponent, getting him in some sort of arm lock.  Surely, the women are thinking that it won't be long before the asian man will have the white man down on the floor, begging for mercy.  They do not speak aloud, but what is their internal dialogue at this moment?  The asian wife is no doubt impressed and happily anticipating the further dominance of the white guy by her man.  She might be thinking, "break his arm," and "get him down and make him scream." She is most probably excited and turned on by the sight of this scuffle.  The white wife may feel regret and embarrassment over seeing her man get dominated like this.  Or, she might think, "break his arm, get him down and show him no mercy!"  She may share the sentiments of the asian wife. Instead, she may be excited and turned on by the fact her man is getting dominated and is soon to be humiliated by a superior man. There's no doubt that both are fixated and entranced.  They've moved forward to watch the conflict up close, and personal.  Will they break their silence and let their desires be known, or will they hold those desires discreetly to themselves?  We certainly hope that they will at some point express their intimate feelings about this event.

Thursday, May 8, 2014

Eye Candy For the Ladies

Here's a little eye candy for the ladies, mostly focusing on men wrestling each other. Ladies, please let me hear from you in the comments section below as to what you like and dislike.  That helps me to try to cater our content to match your desires on a more consistent basis.  And of course, our guy readers always get off on hearing what you have to say on the subject.  Thank you all.

Powerful competitors strain for advantage, early in the match.

A combination backbreaker and package torture finish is applied.

The loser of the office cockfight is left humiliated and naked on the ladies' room floor, for all of the women spectators to verbally and physically abuse him.

The younger man "finishes" his older, studly opponent, to the delight of the spectators.

The ripped and cocky champ is stripped naked and choked out in the ring.

Nerd gets stripped, beaten and kicked betwixt the legs in front of some ladies, whilst waiting for an elevator.

The confident champ applies scissors and yanks back on the handsome challenger's face.

The bigger man hurts, humiliates and pins down the athletic but smaller man near the lockers.

Sunday, May 4, 2014

The Unbelievably Beautiful Deanna Brooks

Deanna Brooks just turned 30 this past week, and remains every bit as stunningly beautiful as she has ever been.  She retains the kind of petite hard body that drives most men wild, standing just 5'4" and weighing in at 107 lbs.  She rocks an amazing 36-24-35 frame that you can bounce quarters off of, but nevertheless, retains all of its feminine appearances.  She is a former cheerleader and bank teller who became Playboy's Playmate of the Month for May of 1998.  

Deanna is one of the few Playboy models who has been able to make a sustained career out of modeling.  She's consistently worked for Playboy since her 1998 selection as Playmate, doing promotional appearances and appearing in no less than ten (10) Playboy-produced videos.  She's made appearances in at least seven movies and on numerous television shows, most notably playing the role of "Janine" in the 2005 movie, "Candy Stripers," and as a groupie in the hilarious comedy, "Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story."

Ms. Brooks has shown an affinity for men's boxing and MMA matches, regularly attending such events.  She especially makes appearances at those boxing and MMA events that are organized by Playboy, as Playboy's Fight Night promotions.

Just listen to the evil and sexy "sizzle" in Deanna's voice as she describes the "pain" a losing fighter feels before he is made to submit:


Whether the emotion Deanna is displaying is just good acting or a genuine, heartfelt arousal from watching one man submitting another by painful means, it certainly captures the essence of the female emotion that we love so much, as well as find to be extremely arousing.

You can view the 80 or so photos taken during the Playboy shoot, only some of which made it into publication in the magazine, here:

Read more on Deanna at:

A Desperate Call to the Ladies!!!

Ladies, you have no idea how much we treasure your input and contributions.  We are desperately looking for women to contribute material and feedback, and will basically do whatever it takes to earn your trust.  

We can introduce many types of measures to give you comfort, like moderated comments for your contributions, use of pen names, assistance with research, art work, translation and more.  

Please know we are dedicated to the proposition that women are the driving force in human society.  We are most definitely ready, willing and able to fight for you - to the death if necessary, or even if unnecessary, if that is just what you prefer.  Us men were made to produce offspring and orgasms for you.  Nothing more.

If you've thought about contributing, but are reticent, please let me know what we can do to make you comfortable in sharing here, via private e-mail to:  

Please know that we very much want and need both your contributions and feedback!

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Really, Really, Really Bad Girls

A recent posting in the forum about women who suffer from the condition called "hybristophilia," basically an aberrant sexual attraction to/arousal by men who have committed heinous acts of violence, piqued my interest.  I think we've all known about the existence of this phenomenon, even though we might not have known what to call it. Yes, there are a fair number of female groupies out there who essentially want to mate with the serial killers and bad boys.  I'll let you search for the term on your own and read more about the theories on this mental state, as well as it's causation.  To the left is just one example of a lovely looking lady that might be termed a hybristophiliac.  While I have to say that the Dahmer case was particularly reviling, there's no denying that Karen Rasmunsen is physically hot, and has some notions in her head that we would probably find to be stimulating.  At the same time, there's a naive delusional sense to her explanations that would give anyone pause in associating with her.  While being mindful of the extreme pain and loss Dahmer caused, exploring Karen's reasons for this arousal by a man associated with such extreme violence might nevertheless be a rewarding experience.

To a certain extent, there is a thrilling aspect to the drama surrounding such extreme violence.  While I cannot say that the supremely sexy Susan Lucci has an attraction or arousal to such violence, she certainly uses the sexual impact of it to sell programming on the Discovery Channel off-shoot, called the Investigation Discovery channel. Susan regularly pitches some of the most violent programming being aired by ID, utilizing all of her feminine wares of seduction to lure viewers in.  Her voice and expressions are tailored to say, "hey, this is hot."  And the "hot" product she's pitching are vignettes concerning women who either provoke violence between men, or commit violence, themselves.  No, Susan is not trying to breed a new generation of hybristophiliacs, but she isn't afraid to capitalize upon some of the same feelings of arousal, intrigue and vulnerabilities that are aligned with hybristophilia.

An important element of hybristophilia seems to be that the aroused woman is more of the voyeur of violence that has occurred in the past, not the present.  She may or may not envision the violence continuing after she mates with the violent man. Often, they seem to be deluded into thinking the violence would discontinue once she has given her love and affection to the subject of the strange attraction.  Still, there clearly are women who just love to watch men commit violence upon other men. They want a more active, vicarious role in the extreme violence to be played out.  For instance, the curvy young lady to the left is named Ebony Geddie, an attractive 19 year-old who knowingly lured a Brooklyn man, using naked photos of herself and the promise of sex, to his eventual death in her presence.  She performed oral sex on the killer as they waited for the victim to arrive at the location of his murder.  When the victim arrived, she began seducing him, then backed away and watched her lover shoot the man, point blank. Ebony is definitely a unique case and there is probably much more that could be learned about her motivations.  But it is doubtless that her actions in this 2011 incident connect extreme violence between men and sexual arousal on her own part.  

Of course, there is the now well-known case of Miranda Barbour.  Miranda, also 19, placed seductive ads on Craigslist, hoping to lure a man to her, where the unsuspecting victim would be killed by her newlywed husband as she watched; and even helped.  One unfortunate central Pennsylvania man decided to make the connection with Miranda, and subsequently found himself getting strangled with a cord from behind by Miranda's husband. Miranda watched the strangling, but when death didn't come to the victim fast enough for her, she stabbed him with a knife.  They both listened to the victim gasp as they looked for a location to dump him. Miranda's husband admitted that the couple had tried several times before to find a victim, but that it just hadn't worked until this occasion.  One can only theorize from this state of affairs that Miranda made connections in her mind between this planned and carried-out extreme violence and her own sexual arousal.  A chilling story, reminiscent of the 1984 movie, "Natural Born Killers."  To read more about Miranda, search for her name and more than 50,000 stories will come up, including self-proclaimed accounts that she has killed men on multiple occasions in several different states.

Finally, at least for this post, we review the case of the sadistic Margaux Tocci.  Margaux, another 19 year-old, is a physically attractive former cheerleader who lured her ex-boyfriend to a dark New Jersey parking lot, where her current boyfriend and his friend awaited the arrival of the "ex" with a baseball bat and metal pipe.  When the "ex" arrived, he was brutally attacked and beaten by the two men, as Margaux watched and cheered the beating on.  After the assault was over, Margaux happily jumped into the car with the two assailants and left her "ex" lying on the ground, a bloody, beaten mess.  She was so happy about the night's events that she couldn't stop smiling long enough for the police to take her mug shot.

No doubt, these are some intense cases of women who sought and provoked extreme violence between men, or at least sought to sexually connect with men who have committed gruesome violence. Obviously, each of these instances resulted in horrific consequences for the victims, heartbreak for their families and appropriately, severe legal punishment for the perpetrators.  But one has to question how many women out there have the propensity for these types of acts?  How many women make a connection between such violence and arousal?  How many women make the connection between male violence and their own arousal, but would never provoke an actual violent act, instead just enjoying it in the "abstract" or in theory?  There are many questions that these cases raise, and so very few answers.

Saturday, April 5, 2014

A Pair of Hotties Enjoying a Sexy Time at MMA Fights

Dressed in slinky, killer black dresses, all dolled up, young and gorgeous, sitting down front, where they can see and hear all the action, acting giddy, flirty, maybe even turned on, while in the audience for some man vs. man MMA fights.

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