Paris Walk

Found on Deeper Valley, who found it on noir desir.

Moving images, nudity, music, and art. They've censored it but the black bars are now part of the piece, with words integrated over them. This goes on long enough to be brilliantly audacious.

Words and the Night

What are the words that we do to each other? The sexual violence the phrases and the idea that pierce our very skins.

Fabricating a tapestry of the dream, a vision of fleshy feast without night, an aura of sunny words woven of memory and desires, numerated, tattooed onto you my hardest engraving in blood. Stream of love, spilled onto your asshole and belly. You're wounded, I hurt and pull out of you my semen and your heart, alive. Flowing. I drink from your poems of previous loss and of those lost forever nights.

A drink. You alone with a traced tune echoing from the other room, forgotten and repeated like smoke on hair. Stirring a thought best left alone on the wood. True and secret.

You drift and you're your own, I let you disappear. Firming assertion to reiterate your female cockhood. I jam and close my eyes. The lights fade to hide all but your hair, that frame of curl, the commas that speak.

And day comes, again, you are not here. Unseizable, and untouched. I write this, and the syllables only trace a figure in the sand, fleeting, of an ass and pussy, those eyes. A long single train of dots. Building a barrier between us, but falling into bricks to walk closer, over the crescendo of thoughts left unsaid. Vision unseen. A potent fuck, flowing unexamined and not yet penetrated.

Cock in the dark, talking, wishing it were the words you sucked.

Woman gets naked in library at http://www.heavy-r.com/video/163940/Webcam_Girl_Gets_Naked_In_Library/

The tumbler version: http://rph.tumblr.com/post/89087483470

One Year

I've been at this a year now, and would like to direct interested lurkers to 5 of my favorite posts.

With blogs, only the most recent posts are visited, while the best ones get "lost" as they're buried in the archive.

While searching terms sometimes reveal past treasures to the reader, here's an opportunity for me to point you deeper into my best kept secrets:

November 7, 2008 - Two Men For Every Woman



... about my ex-wife, and the moment I realized she was fucking someone else. It was therapeutic and strangely hot to write and to share.

April 1, 2009 - Teen No Experience



... I bemoan the fact I was like those beautiful teens once; one day, maybe they'll be like me.

February 25, 2009 - PreCum



... alright, I jerked off and filmed it. And posted it. I oozed a half-tablespoon of precum, and it was such a turn on to watch myself I've watched it and ended up jerking off to it myself. Hmm.

September 1, 2008 - Mother, I Need You



... relating how people might have fucked in earlier times, even after they were parents, even in black and white, and then would have taken pictures of themselves. Just like now.

December 17, 2008 - The Aesthetics of Mediation - Three



I've posted various clips of people masturbating, discussing how the filmmaking adds authenticity and (therefore) hotness to these self-made clips. This one is blunt, to the point (and long) and sloppy/cool.

Thanks for reading.

Decide

There was a moment when I had the opportunity to fuck her. I could have taken her, leaned over and kissed her again.

I was married and she knew it. My wife didn't know where I was. And this girl here, so hot, so smiling. Thin. That tattoo.

She was willing.

We watched the film, sitting next to each other. Every movement on the chair was tense, every slide across the fabric was fraught with sexual promise. Was it flirting if we talked about the images before us?

If we were here, alone? Together, sharing? If we both had commitments, but ones that were not there, not binding emotionally? Not for the moment? Not of this moment but far away?

If it was okay with both of us if we kissed. Just a little?

I kissed her. I kissed her to see what it would be like. She let me. I knew she would let me so it wasn't like I was seeing if she would push me away, or slap me, or say "But your wife...."

I could have undone her blouse then. I could have put my hand on her thigh. Opened her pants. She was leaning back and it was an invitation.

But she did not open her pants. She did not pull at my pants. She was not going to coerce me. I had to decide to do it.

It was up to me.

So I leaned in and kissed this mouth, this new and wonderful, softer, and more fragrant mouth. Receptive. Not aggressive but certainly enjoying and exploring the wet moment. To kiss someone who wants to be kissed is better than ice cream in July, better than live music under the stars.

I looked at her and sighed. Fuck. She smiled at me. She read what I was deciding. We leaned back and I turned off the film and she poured another drink.

She was there for me but only if I wanted to go there. She had nothing to lose personally and nothing to gain. It could only be sex. I walked out of there and it made me want her all the more. Because she respected my decision so much, and it had been the right one.

Poised between want for her, so delicious, and the chaos of being unfaithful, so dangerous and erotic. And easy.

That was the scariest part, how easy it would have been.

Fragrance

Mirror Shot

Found this of a person narrow-casting while doing so myself.

So real and therefore very hot.

Video Feed

Watching myself watch myself.

Parking Garage

Today I ran an errand on campus, and kept thinking of those coeds in the summer dresses as I drove into the parking garage. Warm weather and hardly any students around.

I pulled into the 3/4th empty garage, and looked around. No one was there.

I walked to the office, dropped off my papers, and back at the car, I decided to take off my underwear and spend the rest of my day driving that way, my cock half erect, and no one the wiser. I would walk into stores, get gas, etc. Loose and horny in there.

I saw there was no one around and I stood by my car, and out in the open pulled down my pants. And I took off my underwear.

I was on the first floor, and anyone could pull in. The sun lit the area and I could see for hundreds of yards. And so could anyone else.

I sat in the chair in the front seat, my shirt still on, and began to massage my cock. Soon I was erect. Anyone walking by would not know unless they actually walked up and asked me a question.

Then, for an open-air thrill, I stood next to my car, door open, and looked around, with my erection pointing straight ahead. No one was (probably) around for hundreds of feet. Then from, the right a car approached from the lower level and passed by towards the exit. They would have seen my head but not my cock until they had passed by my car, and if they had been looking at me.

And in that moment, I did not move. I simply stood next to my car, as if I was contemplating what items to take with me, or what number to call, and let the car pass, 20 feet away, as it went towards the gate.

I did not look at them, and presumably they did not look at me.

If they saw me, bottomless and erect, ready to fuck or cum, they did not slam on any breaks or slow as they rounded the column to pull out. I watched, then put my jeans back on. And got in and drove, a pair of underwear on the seat beside me.

A thrill I would love to repeat. And somehow get pictures of myself.

A new kind of thrill will come when I get caught. Or arrested.

Suck It And See

I think that I would go there. If she looked into my eyes, and offered her cock to me, I would stop - a moment. And begin to suck her off.

Try to suck her off as well as I possibly could. It wouldn't be another guy I was sucking off... no, it's not like that. It's a chick. She has all the attributes I find sexy. Tits, curves, and soft skin. A strong nose. Thighs. Dude, she's fucking hot. And she has a cock. And best of all an aggressive attitude.

She knows what she wants and she knows how to play in my bed. Her cock, hard, would be a challenge. She'd tease me with it. And I would know what to do with it. I would be able to swallow her, engulf her. Drink from her pussy/cock and make her hard, like I would want her to swallow and drink me. I'd get hard myself, giving her head, licking her and grabbing her ass, feeling those balls, kneading her tits and making her moan.

Oh suck me.

Loving her with my mouth, my skin, my hands and my cock. Straining to explode, to flow thick ropes of cum onto her cock and balls, her saliva-slick spunk oozing out onto my fist as I jerk her off onto me. Finger her asshole, and try to enter her from behind.

Her hot spunk pouring out onto her stomach as I fuck her ass missionary, her cock up against my pelvic bone. Her balls on my cock, she's beautiful under me, legs open, her cock straining as it spasms.

I'd pull out and cum all over her pussy/cock. All into her belly button, on her balls. Her wet shaft.

And I'd lick my spunk all fucked up with hers, spread around, sweaty and sweet.

Ass lick

What is it? The absolute and insatiable attraction to her asshole? I know it is not clean, and not where I might otherwise go. But it's another hole. That's it. A hole.

There's depictions of her licking assholes. Usually another woman, because to see her nose, her tongue and her lips up a hairy guy's asshole and under his sweaty balls, well, it doesn't get me off when I'm looking up her skirt, but it might get him off.



Better, to see her pull down her pants and stick her lips and tongue up the snatch of another beautiful... and groomed and trim woman. To pull those luscious asscheeks apart and love and lick and smell and pull out that secret rosebud of sex and shit.

Because her vagina, her cunt, her fuckhole isn't enough. It's flappy and wet and sticky and it's ready for cock. It's deep, but her asshole has her fine hair and her shitty sweaty smell. She can lick that, she can not get enough.



She can grab her ass and smell her asshole, and tease her. My tongue is not on your clit, but lower. Where you spread your own ass and shit. Your inner crevice. Where you are vulnerable, not sexy and spreading your legs, flashing the men, but actually sitting on the toilet. Pushing out shit and wiping yourself. Feeling your own curve, your own joined thighs to around, under your pubic mound and hairy-slick cunt lips.

Back further, your tight ass where a tongue doesn't belong. Where a cock doesn't fit. Where it goes out but doesn't go in. Where I'm licking you as you stick your ass up in the air and spread to get more, to let me kiss deeper.

And come right onto that hole.



Because that's all you would let me do.