Heute hat mich eine schreckliche Nachricht erschüttert. Der Künstler Cameroon Wildebeest, Jr. ist bereits im September an den Folgen einer Krebserkrankung gestorben.
Wildebeest war eine großartiger Künstler und einer der ganz wenigen die selber auch auf Catfights und Sexfights abgefahren sind. Daher ist sein Tot in jeder Beziehung ein ganz großer Verlust.
Wildbeest hat uns über Jahre immer wieder tolle Zeichnungen geschenkt, die viele Catfightfans auf der ganzen Welt begeistert genossen haben.
Noch bist zu dieser Woche wurden auf seinem Blog neue Bilder zu seiner letzten Serie "Cavegirl Combat" veröffentlicht.
Ich selbst kannte Cameroon leider nicht persönlich. Aber von Menschen die ihn kannten hört man, das er eine großartige Person war. Ein Mensch der gerne mit anderen Catfightfans in Kontakt stand. Unter anderem war Cameroon auch ein Fan von KatFiteManiaK, wie er einmal in seinem Blog erwähnt hat.
Es gibt nicht viele Künstler seiner Art, was den Verlust um so schmerzlicher macht.
R.I.P., Cameroon !
In Memory of the great Wildebeest:
CATFIGHT, SEXFIGHT, TITFIGHT --- this blog is about: trash talking, bitch slapping, hair pulling, nipple twisting, leg tangle, rolling around, screaming catfights from hell ... ...
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Nov 7, 2013
Jul 23, 2013
FIGHTING MAD
To decide who gets the guy,
Jeri and Lynette battle to the finish!
"There are good days. There are bad days. Some days are really bad -- it doesn't even pay to get out of bed. Yesterday was that kind of day for me.
"I do in-home insurance consultations. And yesterday's lead promised to be a juicy one: an unmarried career gal looking to upgrade her entire portfolio. It's tough to sell a housewife a $100,000 annuity policy on her own life. But a business-woman can see it as an investment. At least that's how I planned to slant my pitch.
"She was a good-looking blonde -- tall, lean, and curvy. The kind of legs that make me a little damp in the crotch. But I was on my best behavior. Her condominium was tastefully -- and expensively -- furnished. The same with her wardrobe. I could almost smell my commission growing. I started slowly, chatting her up. We talked about clothes, tennis, and finally men. She was hot for someone named Neville. Which is pretty funny, because my steady boyfriend's name is Neville, too. You don't meet too many of them.
"We laughed over the coincidence. She joked that it would be pretty funny if it turned out to be the same guy. I laughed to be polite, although secretly I wouldn't find that funny at all. She dug into her wallet and produced a photo of her Neville to show me. To humor her, I did the same. Bad news. Her Neville was my Neville. What a disaster!
"I lost it completely. I came at her like a junkyard dog defending its junk. In this case, the junk was Neville. I lunged for the photo and tried to rip it from her hand. She lashed out with her talon-like manicure and clawed a big gash across my cheek. I slapped her face in return -- so hard she lost her balance and fell to the couch.
"The battle began in earnest now. Her hands were around my throat. My hands were free, but I had trouble getting my arm back far enough to build up any force. Still, I managed to punch her -- hard -- in the stomach and break her hold. We rolled onto the carpet.
"She ripped open my top. My bra and my breasts were exposed. I grabbed her blonde mane and pulled her hair so hard I saw tears form in her eyes. Good -- now the little bitch would pay for fucking around with my Neville. She started slapping my face over and over. I tried to cover my face with my hands, but she just kept hitting me.
"I managed to reposition my body and get me legs around her head.
With a scissor hold, I squeezed my thighs as tight as I could. I wanted
to make her eyes pop. I released my hold and stomped on her head with
my feet. My feet got all tangled in her hair, and I pulled it so hard I
could see her black, untinted roots coming to the surface. It felt
great from my point of view -- but it was a mistake. This gave her a
chance to grab my feet and hold on. She started biting my toes and my
feet. It hurt like hell -- I could see the bite marks. The little
witch! First, she's sleeping with my Neville. Then she's damaging my
precious peds. That make me extra mad.
"I executed a fair half-nelson and soon pinned had her pinned in an
uncomfortably submissive position. On her knees, like the bitch that
she was, I could get to her slutty ass -- which I sunk my teeth into as
hard as I could. She wasn't the only one who knew how to bite!
"We shredded each other's clothes. No dressmaker was ever going to repair the damage. She scratched my arm and my chest; I managed to force her legs apart and slap her cunt as hard as I could. She screamed over that, which just made me do it again.
"We grappled over and through the entire room slapping, punching, and scratching any anatomical part we could connect with. It's a wonder either of us had a fingernail or attached strand of hair left by the time it was over. But when the smoke cleared, I had the upper hand.
"I gave that cunt the beating of her life. Then I took my nylons and tied her up with them, leaving her helpless for the housekeeper tofind the following day. As a final touch, I stuffed another stocking down her throat to shut her up. And of course I claimed the photo of Neville as my victor's prize.
"But who was really the winner? I lost a big sale and big commission. And I came away from the deal with Neville -- that lying, cheating scumbag. Like I said, some days it doesn't pay to get out of bed!"
Jeri and Lynette battle to the finish!
"There are good days. There are bad days. Some days are really bad -- it doesn't even pay to get out of bed. Yesterday was that kind of day for me.
"I do in-home insurance consultations. And yesterday's lead promised to be a juicy one: an unmarried career gal looking to upgrade her entire portfolio. It's tough to sell a housewife a $100,000 annuity policy on her own life. But a business-woman can see it as an investment. At least that's how I planned to slant my pitch.
"She was a good-looking blonde -- tall, lean, and curvy. The kind of legs that make me a little damp in the crotch. But I was on my best behavior. Her condominium was tastefully -- and expensively -- furnished. The same with her wardrobe. I could almost smell my commission growing. I started slowly, chatting her up. We talked about clothes, tennis, and finally men. She was hot for someone named Neville. Which is pretty funny, because my steady boyfriend's name is Neville, too. You don't meet too many of them.
"We laughed over the coincidence. She joked that it would be pretty funny if it turned out to be the same guy. I laughed to be polite, although secretly I wouldn't find that funny at all. She dug into her wallet and produced a photo of her Neville to show me. To humor her, I did the same. Bad news. Her Neville was my Neville. What a disaster!
"I lost it completely. I came at her like a junkyard dog defending its junk. In this case, the junk was Neville. I lunged for the photo and tried to rip it from her hand. She lashed out with her talon-like manicure and clawed a big gash across my cheek. I slapped her face in return -- so hard she lost her balance and fell to the couch.
"The battle began in earnest now. Her hands were around my throat. My hands were free, but I had trouble getting my arm back far enough to build up any force. Still, I managed to punch her -- hard -- in the stomach and break her hold. We rolled onto the carpet.
"She ripped open my top. My bra and my breasts were exposed. I grabbed her blonde mane and pulled her hair so hard I saw tears form in her eyes. Good -- now the little bitch would pay for fucking around with my Neville. She started slapping my face over and over. I tried to cover my face with my hands, but she just kept hitting me.
"We shredded each other's clothes. No dressmaker was ever going to repair the damage. She scratched my arm and my chest; I managed to force her legs apart and slap her cunt as hard as I could. She screamed over that, which just made me do it again.
"We grappled over and through the entire room slapping, punching, and scratching any anatomical part we could connect with. It's a wonder either of us had a fingernail or attached strand of hair left by the time it was over. But when the smoke cleared, I had the upper hand.
"I gave that cunt the beating of her life. Then I took my nylons and tied her up with them, leaving her helpless for the housekeeper tofind the following day. As a final touch, I stuffed another stocking down her throat to shut her up. And of course I claimed the photo of Neville as my victor's prize.
"But who was really the winner? I lost a big sale and big commission. And I came away from the deal with Neville -- that lying, cheating scumbag. Like I said, some days it doesn't pay to get out of bed!"
Mar 21, 2012
Sep 23, 2011
Dies ist ein Karton! ... ähhh Cartoon
Steht ihr auch so auf Catfight Cartoons wie ich? In vielen fällen ist für mich ein guter Toon um klassen besser als jedes Video. Das liegt natürlich vorallem daran, das in guten Toons alles möglich ist und die Frauen meistens richtig heiß sind und genau dem, vermeidlichen, Ideal entsprechen.
Gerade in letzter Zeit sind die Klassischen Catfight Cartoons wieder vermehrt in Erscheinung getreten. So hat zum Beispiel der Künstler Wildbeest seinen eigenen Blog online gestellt. Eine sehr gute Adresse ist auch FFF eine Group die sich seit langem mit Catfightart beschäftigt und viele viele schöne Bilder bietet. Auch Yahoo-Groups wie catfight_artwork haben immer noch viel zu bieten.
Leider haben richtig lange Catfightstories seltenheitswert. Aber auch einzelne Bilder können die Fantasie so richtig beflügeln...
Eine der grossen Heldinnen der Catfightgirls im Toonland ist natürlich Carrie, sie war in vielen ihrer erotischen Stories immer wieder in nette Catfights verwickelt und irendwie sah es immer so aus als ob sie darauf abfährt!
Irendwie sind ganze Stories doch besser als einzelne Bilder! Hier mein absoluter alltime Favorite. Tina vs Lana
Gerade in letzter Zeit sind die Klassischen Catfight Cartoons wieder vermehrt in Erscheinung getreten. So hat zum Beispiel der Künstler Wildbeest seinen eigenen Blog online gestellt. Eine sehr gute Adresse ist auch FFF eine Group die sich seit langem mit Catfightart beschäftigt und viele viele schöne Bilder bietet. Auch Yahoo-Groups wie catfight_artwork haben immer noch viel zu bieten.
Leider haben richtig lange Catfightstories seltenheitswert. Aber auch einzelne Bilder können die Fantasie so richtig beflügeln...
Eine der grossen Heldinnen der Catfightgirls im Toonland ist natürlich Carrie, sie war in vielen ihrer erotischen Stories immer wieder in nette Catfights verwickelt und irendwie sah es immer so aus als ob sie darauf abfährt!
Irendwie sind ganze Stories doch besser als einzelne Bilder! Hier mein absoluter alltime Favorite. Tina vs Lana
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