shhexycorin's Photos

The man looked genuinely upset, I'd just try to pay him a compliment and say thanks for being such a lubbily-huggle-bunny during our time together and suddenly he gets all aggravated and in my face. "That thread is the only reason I have friends on Flickr," he said "without that, I would be NOTHING." Then he got to his knees... "Please don't tell anyone about this on Flickr, I have a rep to protect." Of course, I would never tell! Remember, kids, beebo wallace is a cunt

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What better way to draw a close to our time together than a trip to the North Carolina State County Fair? The perfect venue for a wholesome girl who loves cheap thrills, good cookin' and the best bestial pleasures the South has to offer. My furrowing practice stood me in good stead, i won the Tractor Pull hands down, beating off stiff opposition from the other finallist, Cletus from Chocowinity. beebo bought me this little critter to celebrate my win, I'm still not entirely sure what to do with him yet, so I've brought him to Key West, I'm going to teach him to surf.

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When I'm not around, this is the best that beebo can get... That's the price you pay for living in the middle of nowhere, I suppose. Though I'm sure some would describe it as a "feature"...

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I'm breaking the Zooomr Terms of Service here, but it's WORTH IT! YAY!

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This weekend was Brighton Pride - the very bestest weekend of the year. Full of love and happiness, aided by a copious intake of booze, drugs and semen... Unless, that is, the whole bloody thing is kicked off with a HORRID, HEARTLESS BETRAYAL by one of your dearest friends. I was waiting for the parade to come past, when who should walk by, but beebo wallace, dressed up to the nines and strutting like a rooster with a poker up his jacksy. Not only had he failed to mention to me that he would be in town, but he completely ignored me when I called his name! No matter how hard I tried, he would not come. It's true what they say, you know, he really is a cunt. Never trust a Yank with a smooth tongue and a winning smile. :'(

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Everyone knows that the Gays love nothing better than sticking things up their toned, San Tropezed botbots, they rarely do anything else, according to a recent survey in The Daily Mail. My Export/Import business got an order in the other day for a selection of rare and endangered animals. I delivered by hand (it is my preferred method) to a trio of buffed-up boys in deepest darkest Kemptown. When they realised that their mail-girl was a notorious pervert, they asked me if I fancied staying on to watch. Well, it wasn't exactly dogging on the Dyke, of course, but I'm not one to turn down some XXX-voyeur action! They got the critters out of their Jiffy-bags, lubed them up and got shoving. My, oh, my. I tell you, you think you've seen hot shhex and then someone shoves a crocodile up their bum before buggering their loved one senseless with a clenched smile and a crazed look in their eyes. My goodness, I was so excited I couldn't sit down for a day or two. If you're looking to turn a gangbang into something people will pay top dollar for, get a croc up your arse as quickly as you can. There's no way on earth you'll regret it!

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It's been a while since I had some properly shhexy dogging action, it's all been a bit lacklustre of late. I think it's the weather. Not everyone likes getting mud and nettles sliding up their jacksy. Friday was a scorcher though, I knew that all the guys from the dogging forums would be out in force. So I headed out to the South Downs on my pink BMX, with a rucksack full of lube, multi-packs of Wet Wipes and, of course, my trusty Black Mambo. As I finally came up on the Downs, it took just one ring of my little pink bell to bring all the boys to my yard... I got my fill last night, did you get yours? PS. If you're arse #3 from the Friday Bot-Bang Extravaganza, then please call me... you should find my number if you just look in the mirror.

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Oh, there I was this morning, all of a quandry. I'd drunkenly invited some VIGs (Very Important Gays) to dinner but hadn't given myself time in my busy daily schedule to actually get to Lidl and buy some top nosh to serve to my guests... Fortunately, on my way home from pilates, I saw a woman drop a parcel as she was leaving Waitrose. It was organic strawberry-fed grey rat from Hungary, I couldn't have ordered a poncier dinner if I'd ordered Cream of Sum Yung Guy from the Golden Shower takeaway. Bavarian Rat makes for an extraordinarily delicate stew, when slow-cooked with aged port and lightly caramelised shallots. A delicacy! Mmmm. Bon Appetit.

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So I've mocked up the homepage for their awesome new marketplace. What do you think? I think it's awesome.

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I've been going full pelt at the new Castle Corin, lifting, shifting, painting the walls with poo, making friends with the neighbors, getting invitations to their swingers' parties, you know how it is... Busy, busy bee, that's me! As you can imagine, all that physical exertion has given me a massive fucking appetite, so I took my harpoon, got on my shiny new bicycle and headed down to the sea for a spot of fishing. It didn't take me too long to catch enough meat to feed me for the rest of the week! I got 10 of these little bastards, strapped them to my back (still snapping) and got them home. I butchered them according to EU Food Hygiene Regulations and have hung them in the bathroom, so that the meat can mature nicely. That is, of course, assuming I don't eat them all in the next day or so. I'm STARVING! OK, back to the grind! (still no proper internet, why do people put passwords on their wireless networks?)

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I was commissioned to photograph a wedding in Brighton today, another one of those cash in hand jobs that keeps me in glitter and AA batteries. The bride was resplendent with a beard that covered her freshly trimmed groin with the merest hint of modesty. The groom fondled me under the pier, but that's only to be expected form anyone with a pulse. I managed to escape with a couple of gigabytes of XXX end-of-the-pier action, enough cash to keep the bailiff from the door and a slight limp that will last me well until Wednesday. All in all, a most successful day's cunting.

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*clicks about* *looks cool* *doesn't know what she's doing* *thinks she should be smoking Black Sobranies*

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I know it's against the rules, but luckily I have friends in high places in the world of airport Customs Officers, so with a little bribery and shhexual coercion I managed to sneak this little bugger back into Blighty. He's a python and I've called him Bernard, after my uncle. They're equally slippery and both like eating mice for lunch. The fucker keeps trying to eat my hamsters and getting a black eye. But it doesn't matter too much, he's entering the oven on Christmas Day, not a fucking beauty pageant. My plan is to get it to get it to eat a 50lb turkey a day or two before Christmas. It's the best way to keep the turkey moist, couple that with the low-fat all-shhex joy of python crackling and we'll have a lip-shhmacking Christmas dinner to remember!

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You are going to get severely head-butted. Why the fuck can't the guy upstairs learn this simple lesson? Every night this week he's come-a-knocking, naked as the day he was born. The first time it happened, he caught me in the middle of my tai-chi routine, so I was wired to fuck and misunderstood when he asked for a teabag. I nutted him one and told him if he wanted more of that, he knew where to get it. Turns out the little cunt loves it, but it's letting me practice some of my best kungfu moves on a pliant body, so I can live with it for now. He's quite cute really, I think he's growing on me...

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I was out in the Ashdown Forest today, for a spot of dogging and to catch some critters for dinner. I'm a woman, I can multi-task like that. Silly me though, I'd caught myself a delicious plump rabbit, but got distracted by a couple I'd spotted rutting up a tree. They were such a shhexy sight, I couldn't take my eyes off them. Anyway, the people I'd been sharing bodily fluids with but half an hour ago were loitering around. I thought they were hoping my hunting would get my horn going again or something, but I was very wrong. This fucking crack whore ran up to me, pinched the bunny from my bag and bit its head right off! I couldn't do a thing about it, both my hands were busy - one was holding the camera to get some photos of the titillating tree action and the other was busy, well, I'm sure you can guess. She proceeded to eat the thing in its entirety, I really wouldn't have minded but there are many better ways to serve a rabbit, that bitch realy offended my culinary sensibilities! I learnt an important lesson today, if you go dogging, make sure your valuables are safely stored away. Not everyone is a trustworthy as the likes of you and I. :( Blog update: A couple for you today, shocking revelations about the people who visit my website and another EXCLUSIVE glimpse into PPWP's annals.

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I'm off to the beach for a week, to ogle at boys and drink my liver under the table. So I thought I'd take the chance to say hello to the people who look at my stuff and never comment... I know you're out there! Drop me a line or leave a comment... Or send me cash. Or puppies. Or a house in the south of France, I ain't fussy. Love you long time and I'll see you soon! Kisses, Corin

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