THE EROTICISM OF FEMMESIREN

➡️ Let's do real, be real with Tantaly, the sex doll torso leader

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AMATEUR FLESH: LILA

Lila is a young medicine student who loves indie music, movies, sports and flashing her body.



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AMATEUR FLESH: BBABY_CHOCOLATE

When I first started posting “Amateur Flesh” many years ago, I had the feeling —almost the certainty— that I was sharing something truly genuine. The women in those posts, most of them anonymous, were exactly who they said they were. And what pushed them to get naked in front of a camera was nothing more than curiosity, exhibitionism, and that little rush of feeling unique for a moment.

But with the rise of social media —and especially with the monetization of everything— that magic slowly faded. Like old dragons, forest fairies, or witches from forgotten tales, the real amateurs have ended up as legends, remembered only by the veterans who were here long before everything blew up.

Don’t get me wrong: I’m not criticizing today’s girls for wanting to make money selling what, back in our younger days, was pure fun. Honestly, it makes sense. It’s the natural next step in a world shaped by new technology and a new way of consuming adult content. But yeah… there’s a bit of nostalgia in all this. For that time when we saw the internet being born, growing, exploding. For those of us who witnessed the big bang of what the online world is today.

I still keep the tradition alive and publish Amateur Flesh, but let’s be real: there’s not much “amateur” left. Especially now that there’s money on the table. And to be completely honest with you, I don’t even know if the photos I’m about to share from bbaby_chocolate —or whoever is behind that profile— belong to her at all. For all we know, it could be some guy in Oklahoma, sitting in his underwear and an open robe, running fake accounts, collecting real photos from all over the internet, and using them to trap people and empty their wallets.

My mission is still the same: to bring you the best things I come across every day online. But now there’s so much content, so many sites copying each other, so many cloned profiles and recycled sets, that sometimes it’s hard to know if I’m showing you the original… or just another copy.

So do what we used to do back in the day: just enjoy the moment. Like when all this was still a wild field. You looked at the photos, enjoyed them, and knew you’d come back tomorrow… and there’d be more.



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K-ARAOKE VOL3

We’re back in those “singing rooms” where, yeah, people technically go to sing… but you and I already know what the real game is here.

This isn’t your buddies belting out reggaeton on a Friday night. The lighting is perfect, the camera loves every angle, and the song is nothing but the excuse.
There are no “oops moments,” no “accidents.”
This is adult content dressed up as a K-pop party, with rules calculated down to the millimeter: nobody strips completely, but tops fall just enough, straps slip right when they should, and necklines flirt with the red line without crossing it all the way.

That sweet spot between “nothing’s happening”… and everything’s happening.

And behind it all there’s a crystal-clear setup: livestream, connected audience, and a system of subscriptions, micro-tips, and voting to decide who sings, who dances, and who “accidentally” lets a boob pop out. We don’t know the exact mechanics, but we all get the point: entertain, tease, and treat the camera like a partner in crime.

K-pop vibes, karaoke energy, controlled spice, and a whole crowd pretending they're reading lyrics when they’re definitely not looking at the screen.

Third round and still going strong.
They keep “singing,” and we keep enjoying the show.



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Some girl named Antonella Caruso flashes her ass on Italian TV show Ciao Darwin.

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AMATEUR FLESH: MOMMY MEWTWO

The hips on Mommy Mewtwo could’ve made the Colossus of Rhodes wobble.

She doesn’t brag about curves — she weaponizes them.
One twist from her and suddenly you're questioning your life choices, diet, and emotional stability in under two seconds.

No filters, no tricks. Just real body, blessed genetics, and the confidence of someone who walks in already knowing the match was won before it started.




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A little TikTok routine incoming.

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NAKED YOGA VOL11

There are days when you wake up feeling like the world is running two speeds ahead of you. Everything is moving, everything is urgent, everything needed to be done yesterday. Messages, work, obligations, noise, rush… and there you are, trying not to let your brain melt like a cheap candle.

Experts say our levels of stress and cortisol are the highest we’ve had in modern times. And honestly, it checks out. Sure, we’re not in the Middle Ages, waking up every morning thinking, “let’s see if an entire army shows up to ruin my day.” That had to be a whole different kind of stress spike. But what we deal with now isn’t exactly light either. It’s another kind of war, quieter, but just as draining.

That’s why, every now and then, you have to just stop. Literally. Stop. Close your eyes. Take a deep breath. Pull the air all the way in and let it go like you’re emptying yourself from the inside out. Clear your head, loosen your shoulders, turn down the volume of the outside world and give your inside a moment to breathe.

And that’s where yoga comes in. Not the poser kind, not the perfect-Instagram-picture kind. No. The kind that slows your heartbeat, that resets you from the inside, that forces you to listen to your body even if you’ve been ignoring it for months.



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THE INSTAGRAM OF THE DAY: KAITLYNBUBOLZ

Kaitlyn Rose Bubolz



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– Alcohol really does damage.
– You mean the liver?
– The liver, the tailbone, the elbows…

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