Showing posts with label Photos of Us. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Photos of Us. Show all posts

12.14.2015

Oh, Hello.

Oh, hello. What's 10 months without a post? Aside from a long time, it's hopefully a refreshing part of your day/week/month/year. We may have been absent for a spell, but we certainly weren't inactive on the sex and photo front.

Welcome back, us! Glad to be here again.

2.02.2015

An Instax Sext.

And then we were given an Instax camera with expired film by a family member. If only they knew...

12.08.2014

11.07.2014

Let It All Hang Out.

That's right, one more from the beach.
Without clothes.

One more as we slip into winter.
One more of the sunshine.

Of the surf.
Of the sun.
Of the freedom of public nudity.

And as a treat at the end, you'll find the one shot I got of Rye eating my pussy out on the beach. A first, but definitely not a last. Holy shit...

10.08.2014

Hello Again.

Remember that hint we gave you?

You know, the one about coming back to this forum with our bodies on display?

Yeah, that one...

12.30.2013

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.

10.03.2013

From This Morning's Sext Files.

Sometimes Violet works and Rye doesn't. On said days, this occurs.

We thought it was only fair to give you a taste. Clearly, the new updates to the iPhone photo app have made great strides in sexting technology. This is some artsy shit.

9.11.2013

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...

8.21.2013

Thought Cataloged.

Oh hi.


So apparently, we're one of the "4 craziest fixtures in the Brooklyn porn scene." Whatever that means!

We weren't sure we were part of a scene, let alone well known enough to be considered a fixture of anything. But here we are, getting some nice words written about us in Thought Catalog.

If you've just discovered us due to the aforementioned piece, welcome! We have plenty of photos, videos and pieces of writing (no link, just start reading, there's a fuck-ton), both thoughtful and lascivious for you to catch up on.

Oh, and if you're looking for something a bit more substantial in the video department, we make longer form videos for MakeLoveNotPorn.tv, which you can rent for $5 each. It's like buying us a drink, but rather than get us tipsy, you get turned on and hopefully masturbate yourself to a pretty sweet orgasm.

8.16.2013

Lakeside.

This weekend, we spent a few days by a lake. It was a short trip, but we made the most of the time we had there. Swimming, grilling, boating, drinking, jerking off in the water, fucking in the shower, sneaking some dirty photos.

Usually, we give you these photos in small doses, spread out over many days of galleries and teases. We're not doing that this time. Well sure, we gave you a small taste on Monday, but here are the rest, not teased out, just presented all in one shot. We thought you'd appreciate it that way.

And in case you were wondering, yes, there were a few people on the water that probably saw what we were up to.



8.12.2013

Summer: A Triptych.

Presented without comment.




7.24.2013

Oh Shit!

We totally missed our three year "blogoversary"! It was about a week ago. Man, how things have changed since we started this here blog. Like WHOA.

Like really, really, really WHOA. I mean, you've seen it happen too. Sweet fuck.

Here, have a photo or two to celebrate!

A few of my favorite things about summer: tanlines, tits, Violet and watermelon.


6.17.2013

Implicit. Explicit. In the Details.

We feel like this series of photos really sums up what we're all about.

What's shown.
What's not shown.
And what's in the details.

6.14.2013

Imagine.

Imagine you've both been working incredibly long hours at work for several months now.
Imagine you finally get some time off to relax.
Imagine yourself at a spa.
Imagine that spa has a private tub.
Imagine you're us.

5.29.2013

Grab These.

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4.24.2013

New Video: A Taste of Violet.

This weekend, after a morning stroll to the Farmers' Market, where we were met with a disappointing selection of spring veggies, we headed home to welcome spring in the only other way we know how, a little sex in the sunshine.

4.18.2013

Rye's Cunt.

What follows is an email that I sent to Violet the other day, before meeting some friends for drinks.


"When we see each other at the bar tonight, I will have a few things on me.

1. A Sharpie.
2. Arousal balm.

You will take these from my pocket and on your first trip to the bathroom, you will do three things.

1. Rub the arousal balm on your clit and both nipples.
2. Write, where you are able to around your pussy, "Rye's cunt" with the Sharpie.
3. Take a photo of your freshly tagged pussy.

You will hold on to the balm. On return trips to the bathroom, should there be any, you will reapply the balm to your clit and your nipples. Each trip, you will take an additional photo, of whatever you see fit.

When we get home from drinks, there will be additional tasks awaiting you."

4.17.2013

Come Here.

Some days are lazy. And much needed.

And on those days, we almost always give it to ourselves.