November 2008
5 posts
she paused to relish her curiosity, i think, or form a thesis to test, before bending to run her tongue along the mix of menses and cum at the end of my cock, and, realizing there was nothing to fear, returned with wonderful and wanton ardor…
Tension is erotic. The G rating in so much of what I see is due to its lax, limpid passivity. From Playboy and Penthouse as well as the artful nudes of today, it is the lack of tension which diminishes the salacious. Give me Eros, that tense little fucker, with his fear that his aim may be poor, his step trepidatious in pursuit, muscles attached to wings stretched taut, the string of the bow a...
she lay with her legs akimbo. there was such femininity in the way that she was splayed… at the same time nurturingly maternal and wantonly vulnerable. It asked for trust, it was an invitation to be depraved.
I will regret the naif exuberance of this tomorrow - but does it feel a little as though we were living in a depressed miasma, that a million people could march in the streets against a war and be told by the powers that be that they didn’t give a fuck, so we all sort of gave up, fell into a torpor? That there was a horrible dissonance between the abuses that we knew did matter and the...
To sully this day with either the profane or my appalling writing (or both) seems sacrilegious, but at the same time i feel a little like 11/4/08 was the perfect date - months of planning, the ideal outcome. I want to make out with America, I want to puff my chest out and tell my friends how good this feels.
