How We Spent Christmas.

Tis the season. 

Deck the halls.

Rudolph and the others.

Show me those tits, I want to come on them.

You know, all that.

Coffee in Bed.

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Bucket List Shit: Nude Beach Edition.

As you may have picked up from the title of this post, we finally did it.

After many summer trips to beaches together, there's always been the mention of heading to a nude beach at some point. With just us. With friends. With groups. Alone, even. But never once has it happened.

Until now.

AND IT WAS FUCKING GREAT.

Seriously, it may have been just because it was a perfect beach day, high 70's, barely a cloud in the sky, water warmer than average. But fuck, we NEVER want to go to a clothing required beach again.

Violet spent most of the day with her tits out, (well lathered in sunblock, mind you) and after a bit of warming up to it, we both shed our bottoms and headed into the water. And then those bottoms stayed off.

It felt fucking delicious. Decadent. Scandalous. Natural. Perfect.

We can't wait to go back. If only summer wasn't coming to a close. And if only that beach was closer. Hmm...

Yoga - The Teaser.

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Yoga.

Oh hi!

We made a new video for MakeLoveNotPorn.tv, which should be up next week. It involves naked yoga, which of course leads to do-it-city, because how can it not? As soon as the trailer's up, we'll hit you with it.

In the meantime, this is what you can look forward to...

Because It Rains.

Sometimes you spend a rainy New York day inside your apartment.
You pull out your old computer.
The one you hardly use anymore.
And you relive history.

You click through photos.
Of you.
Of Violet.
Before you were together.
As you got together.
As you changed together.
Moved.

Passed through life together.
All of it seeming not so long ago, somehow.
Because it wasn't, really.
But wasn't it?

You find old photos you forgot existed.
Notice the time when you starting being Violet+Rye.
The photos changed.
But not really.
Still lots of food.
Lots of smiles.
Lots of nudity.
Lots of love.

And then some you kept off the blog, for whatever reason.
Can't seem to remember now.
And it seems like the perfect time to share.

Here's to history.
Here's to future.
Here's to you being here for all of it.

Welcome to 2013.

We hope your new year is off to a grand start. Here's how we ended our 2012, sunning our parts.

Too Hot For Instagram.

Fun with Instagram...

Two of these no longer exist on Instagram. Can you guess which two?

Also, if you're on there, give us a follow, we're UCAppetites.

Formspring Friday.

Why haven't you blogged in ages? You're missed :) xx
I know, right? Thanks for missing us, but it looks like we're coming back! There'll be a few posts this week, and hopefully we can keep that momentum up, even with shifting schedules and busy ass calendars!

What's Rye's favorite thing you do to him that makes him ready to go in a second?
Ready to come or ready to fuck?

For fucking, I'm definitely a more direct guy. I love it when she'll unexpectedly grab my cock, either through my pants' fabric, or by slipping a hand right down and taking hold. She'll usually fondle my balls while she's down there, which serves as a great reminder that sex is something we like to do.

Also, if she's ever in underwear and bends for any reason, that ass is like a beacon.

For coming, there's a move Violet does when she gets on top, I just call it "her move," it's a bucking of the hips in a forward motion combined with tightening, then loosening her pussy that basically gets me off in a matter of seconds. And she knows it all too well.

We Are Not Morning People.

Perhaps someday, we'll be the type of people that get up, first thing.

Make coffee.
Eat a good breakfast.
Get shit done.

But not now. Now, we're the people that GET UP early. But then lounge.

Read shit on our iThings.
Stumble for coffee at some point.
Eat the midday breakfast/lunch combo.

And that's okay. Because sometimes, even after motivating to get into the shower, Violet returns to bed and just keeps on keeping on. Checking Reddit and Buzzfeed like the fucking nerds we are.

And nerds we may be, but make that a nerd with a GREAT ass.

Joy of Cooking, Topless.

You know how we love our food by now. But we haven't displayed it much in photos. Mostly because the light in our kitchen is terrible. It doesn't get a lot of natural light, and the overheads are that particular type of terrible, yet energy saving, bulb.

But sometimes, when V's making spanikopita like a Greek grandmother, you say fuck it to those lights. And you ask her to take that top off while she does it.*

Joy of cooking is right!

Satisfied.

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When I heard this song for the first time, making this was all I could think of. Let's say goodbye to winter with one last rush of Christmas lights, shall we?

On the Horizon.

What's on the horizon, you ask? Pussy, of course.

Right.
About.
Now.

Fine Art.

Is it just me, or does this not look like something you'd find in a museum? Luckily for you, it's not in a museum. It's online. And you can totally jerk off to it.

We included a second take, for the purposes of the latter.

Winter Coat.

Welcome back, winter bush! It's been a while, good to see you again.

Love on a Staircase.

Sometimes in October, the world rewards you. And gives you a few more (albeit weirdly out of season) summer days. During those days, we go out without panties on and take photos.

Sunday Light.

These were taken just after we finished shooting our latest video. Violet was lounging, fully relaxed after a few huge orgasms (I know, we only showed one!), checking Twitter or playing Scrabble.

You know, like we do on lazy Sunday mornings.
Before we head off to the Farmers' Market.
Pickle vegetables all afternoon.
Listen to nothing but vinyl.
And make out across the kitchen counter.

But that was before all that. When the warm morning sunlight crept through the windows, bathing V in that perfect light of early fall.

The Morning After.

Friday evening found us at a party.
Tipsy on punches and the like.
Dancing in skimpy dresses.
Sweaty. Greedy. Slutty.
Riding the train home late with wandering fingers.

We fell right into bed, naked and ON IT. After a few VERY hard orgasms from V, I met her there, finishing on her lovely, glistening stomach. And then collapsing in a deep sleep only copious drinking and sex can bring.

Upon awaking Saturday morning, we found ourselves rocking mild hangovers, as one would hope after so much sugary booze and cheap beer.

Luckily, there's a time tested cure for such a hangover. We'll cut right to the end and let you imagine what that cure might be:

How We Have It.

There are times, when you're playing with your new cuffs, forcing her to come harder than she wants to with the Hitachi, spanking her bright red ass harder than you ever have to distract her from coming and forcing a fat dildo up her tight cunt that you take a step back and realize just how good you have it.

We have it good.

Emergency Boner Supply Kit.

Citizen: do you not have a boner? Please remain calm, Beyoncé and I are here to help.

Sigh. I love this woman. Like, so much that I get teased about it. It comes in waves. Today when I saw this video, there was a significant wave.