Sex Tip No. 44 – How to properly hold her head for a kneeling facial

kneeling-korean-wife-slut-chick-smutpunk-whoreHow to properly hold her head when dispensing a facial

The correct position is with your non-jerking hand on head right above her temple. Use your fingers to apply pressure to the crown of her head. Imagine she’s a queen wearing a tiara. Apply your pressure wear the imaginary tiara is touching her head. Use your thumb to push on her temple. Don’t use too much pressure, but enough to let her know you’re in command. Use your non-jerking hand as to allow your more important cock-jerking hand the comfort and convenience of eliciting the cumshot. Without a copious, spewing cumshot, what is the point of partaking in facializing the chick anyway? Also, this position cocks the elbow in such a way as to leave your view of the receiver of cumshot unobstructed. Now you can clearly view the sight of her face so you can enjoy the face painting you will give her with your cum.

In today’s dating world, the average consumer is very well educated about types of people. It is quite likely that if a man engages in giving a cumshot in a sloppy and unstudied manner he will not win a second date with the receiver of cumshot. Therefore it is prudent and highly suggested you study this art and act properly when conducting facials.

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Shrinkage | Part 1

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Shrinkage | Part 1 | Commissioned with Love by friend of SMUTPUNK BustyShrink

 

If you want to shrink something,
You must first allow it to expand.
If you want to get rid of something,
You must first allow it to flourish.
If you want to take something,
You must first allow it to be given.
This is called the subtle perception
Of the way things are.

The soft overcomes the hard.
The slow overcomes the fast.
Let your workings remain a mystery.
Just show people the results.

–Tao Te Ching

 

Shrinkage: A Story about a Vindictive Ex-Wife and Dark Scientist with plans for Revenge

Two kids on a Suburban New Jersey street made sound effects of bombs, machine gun fire, and nuclear warning sirens as they pedaled at full speed. They stood on their bikes like kids do when they want to go fast. The occasional squeak of brakes mixed the rolling sound of the rubber on road. There was a clunk that interrupted the whooping sound when one bike smacked into something. One kid was on a blue bike the other on a red and cream colored bike. The kids both kept riding. As they rode the bikes now, the tires left blood red trails on the pavement. Neither of the young boys even noticed as they kept to their game of dodging obstacles both real and imaginary. They had a grand old time, never noticing the decapitated head rolling around like a stray football, rolling irregularly as the oblong sphere thunked its way clumsily down the asphalt. The severed head smacked into a curb and came to a dead stop. The boys biked on sweating. The day was hot, too hazy and humid for this time of the fall.

In the house, Ken was tied to a…
…see this is a weird way to write a story with the reader already knowing what will happen. How then can any author create suspense? Can author deliberately mislead, like this? Ken was tied to the back of a Ferrari speeding down the highway. Ken was tied to his desk while masked intruders forced his secretary to her knees. Ken was tied for the lead in his office golf game. You already know none of these to be true. You know, since you created and requested it, that Ken was tied to a small Barbie chair. He was about one foot big and barely fit on the chair. His ex-wife Barbara sat at her regular-sized dining room table drinking wine from a normal-sized glass. She was halfway into the bottle and getting chattier. “Kenny Kenny Ken,” she said. She was getting drunk. For years she had felt alone, misunderstood, and deeply sexually unsatisfied. Ken made her feel unfuckable. That was cruel. He made her feel alone, the deep loneliness many married couples unfortunately experience. The loneliness of having someone right there yet feel more solitary than when unescorted through this cruel life, like their frequency just didn’t pick up yours, was unbearable as the lightness of being.

Ken’s ass, naked and toned, didn’t fit on the kids chair. There were two sizes of things, three if you counted the regular adult stuff. There were adult chairs full sized and one in which Barb tucked her firm ass. There was a kids chair which Ken was on, although he was too big for it. There was also a Barbie chair that Barb planned to make his perfect chair.

Barbara had started shrinking Ken post sex while he sucked on her tits in the stifling heat. After he’d come over and fucked her in the ass in his weekly sexual humiliation of ex-wife in exchange for alimony she seized his post-coital haziness and squirted him right in the face with her magic milk. Steam rose. A paper bag crumpled. She laughed when she squirted him.

It was a hot languid day, too hot for October. It was too hot to be humiliated. Too muggy to be pissed on. It was too humid to drip with shame.

She squirted him repeatedly with her breast milk.

“What is happening to me,” Ken said. He screamed out but all Barb did was laugh. Then she squirted him again. Each time she squirted him, steam rose from his head and he shrunk about one percent of his total size. She leaned over and squeezed his shrunk body between her big breasts. “Is this what you wanted? Tits?” She squirted him again. “Is this why you came back and fucked me, you dirty man? Are you just fucking helpless in the face of big tits?”

Squirt.

“Is that why you fucked that floral whore?” Barb taunted him while steam rose from his head and his body shrunk another one percent. “Have you no will power in the face of tits?”

Squirt. He was now small enough to lift up like a child. She put toy handcuffs on his wrists and lifted him roughly like an angry mother.

“Wine!” she said.

She brought Ken to the dining room where she had a kids chair and Barbie chair set up. She took a long gulp of red wine, then added, “Will you jizz just being in between my massive breasts, baby?”

“You had this pre-planned?” Ken said, the full fear of being at his humiliated ex-wife’s mercy unfolding like a butterfly knife in a small intestine.

Ken was in between regular- and kid-sized. The toy handcuffs kept his hands behind his back bound to the chair. Still, Bimbo Barbara had his head stuck between her massive breasts. He was about one fifth of his normal size. Her breasts could crush his small bones. His ex-wife, let him out of her cleavage. She loved her new massive bimbo tits. She stared at them happily. They gave her power and swag. She looked at her shrinking ex-husband and laughed. “You can’t fucking control yourself, can you?” she mocked. She grabbed his hard cock between her big fingers. “You’re fucking hard even though I could crush you, you pathetic little man.”

“No, yes. No.” Ken pleaded. “I just love you. I have always loved you. That’s why I’m hard!” Ken desperately tried to appease her.

She regarded him a moment and then aimed a nipple at his cock. “Disgusting. Don’t you dare fucking patronize me, Kenny!”

Squirt.

She hit his cock with a spray of titty-milk and steam rose from the little member’s head and it shrunk.

She finished the glass of wine. She menacingly held it out in front of him a minute. The flickering candle light reflected off the curve of the wine glass. Ken could see his ex-wife’s body in the reflection of the glass. He was so small now that his head could probably fit in the fluted wine vase now. She put down the glass and with her free hand turned him to face an even smaller toy rocking chair from part of the barbie dream house. It was on the table in front of her and next to the half-empty wine bottle. His heart sank. Why couldn’t he have pried a few extra hundreds of thousand dollars from his stack of millions for her and avoided this. He knew that a few more squirts of breast milk from his increasingly drunk ex-wife and he would be no bigger than a regular barbie doll. His ex-wife still had her blouse open and both new balloon tits hanging out distressingly over both the bra and blouse, like an Imperial Battle Cruiser hovering over an x-wing fighter. She was like a villain robbing a train and waving the gun around while talking about corrupt governments. Those magic man shrinking udders were menacing as any gunman.

“LI-AR,” Barbara screamed. She was starting to slur a bit. Spit rattled out of her mouth and sprayed over him as she screamed. Her voice came out so loud that Ken was knocked unconscious for a moment. While he was out cold on the chair, Barbara squeezed her threatening nipples gravely and bathed him in more glorious white titty milk. She smiled slightly as she heard the sound of a paper bag being crushed and watched his body shrink one more time.

She moved him from the small kids chair which was now way too big for him to the tiny doll’s chair and bound him. He started to come to again while she was tying him up with dental floss and ranting about his shortcomings.

“Why don’t you just shut your fucking mouth, Ken? Don’t you think you’ve fucked things up enough with that mouth, Kenny Ken?” Her long black hair was in a tight, bitchy ponytail that fell down her back along her spine. “You couldn’t keep that mouth off her cunt. Bad mouth!” She aimed her nipple at his mouth. “You know what that mouth didn’t do…ever? It never made me cum. Nope “ She had an improbably skinny waist for monumental tits like hers. Even a Barbie doll would be jealous of her. “Stupid fucking mouth!”

Speaking of Barbie, Ken woke up and found himself tied to a Barbie chair with dental floss nearly as thick as his fingers. It was a white rocking chair made of oak and painted. There was a pink cushion on it. At first he barely could fit in it, but after a few extra squirts of her tit milk deluge, Ken’s ass fit right into the rocking toy chair. The chair was about four inches high. He was bound and stuck. He stared up at his evil wife’s big nipple. Her nipple was now nearly the size of his entire head. His pulse raced from his tiny heart. Each Montgomery bump around Barb’s Areola was bigger than a normal sized nipple. It was disgusting. He felt nauseous. Ken remembered foods he hated as a kid. Her colossal nipple was gross as calf liver.

Months ago, Barbara caught him eating out their florist, a young attractive little thing with metallic blue hair. That led to the divorce. It wasn’t the cheating. It was that he had become such a lazy, selfish husband and lover with her. Ken made her feel like such a useless piece of shit. He didn’t talk to her, didn’t fuck her, didn’t make her feel special. She was just a maid and someone to listen to him go on and on about his acquisitions and successes at work. She no longer felt womanly. The eating out was too fuckng much. He’d replaced her sexually. And it wasn’t fair. She always knew she’d get revenge. She never knew it would be this milky sweet.

“I can explain, Barbara, I can.” Ken rocked in his tiny chair. He turned away, afraid he was going to get another squirt of his ex-wife’s breast milk but she spared him this time. His white button down office shirt was soaked with her milk. He sat in a pool of her milk. The white liquid dripped from the tiny chair placed on the heavy dark oak dining room table in their old marital house where they had once eaten many meals together, where they had once fucked like animals in the passionate old days that were long gone, where they had once carefully calculated their mortgage way back when Ken wasn’t rolling in money. Now Barbara lived in this house. She sat and stared at her tiny ex-husband. He sat on a milk-stained pink cushion. She brought out her huge finger, with large manicured nail. She placed the tip of her forefinger on the tip of his head and stopped him from rocking.

“You stay still,” she said.

At this point, a man came into the room. If Ken was his normal size he would have seen who it was, but at this size things so big came in out of focus until they came closer. As the man got closer tiny Ken in a Barbie chair could see that he wore no clothes underneath the lab coat and that this man had a bazooka for a cock.

He was wearing a white lab coat. Ken recognized the man.

Ken started to feel really hot, right on his skin. It was like the pores in his flesh were opening. Up and down his arms his tiny little hairs stood up as this man in lab coat walked up to his giant ex wife and bent down tenderly to kiss her on the neck. “Hello, baby,” the man said in a sexy baritone voice.

Barbara closed her eyes, her long lashes sloping out in thick mascara’d ski jumps, as her new man put his full red lips onto her porcelain white skin. Maybe it was his new size, maybe it was the open pores, but Ken seemed incredibly sensitive, like he could smell his ex-wife’s arousal. It smelled like orange blossoms and coconut juice.

When bazooka man was done kissing Ken’s ex-wife in the vulnerable nape of the neck, he fixed his eyes on Ken. Ken could smell Barb’s sweat. He saw here pores, big and open. Pulsing. The sweat carried pheromones with it, a delicious, intoxicating smell that Ken had never smelled from his wife before. This was the smell of Bimbo Barb not Tomboy Barbara. Andy’s kiss on Ken’s ex-wife brought out the aroma. Andy looked deep into Ken’s eyes, like he was processing the effect of the eleven and a half inch man. “How are we doing down there, little man?” he said. “I see the titty milk has operated as advertised. Mwuuhahahha!” He laughed the cliche cackle of a megalomaniac.

The man was Ken’s Chief Scientist, Andrew.

Spring 1993
Barbara stopped the car in the Parking Lot right by the NJ Transit stop. “Go get the roses for me.” Ken opened the car door obediently. “Don’t just get out. Give me a kiss first,” Barbara said. She wore a tight t-shirt that hugged her flat chest. She was bossy and boyish, but Ken did as told and gave her a peck on the lips reluctantly before going into the flower shop. “I wish you actually cared about kissing me.”

He was in there a long time. Barbara turned on the radio. She turned off the radio. She redid her lipstick. This was before cell phones. Now she would have been able to update her status, but in those days. Nothing. She fiddled with the rearview mirror. “God you’re gorgeous!” she said to herself. Then she made a face. She didn’t love the way she looked. She was too masculine. Her jaw line too hard. Her breasts too flat. Her positive reinforcement was waning with the wait.

“What the fuck is taking him so long?” she said out loud. She beeped the horn. She waited. She beeped again. “Goddamn Ken,” she said and got out of the car.

She went to the florist window. She didn’t see him inside. There were tons of Latin American weeds growing all over the place. It was a jungle inside. She walked in and Enya was playing. She passed the baby Ceiba trees, the lianas, the birds of paradise, the hydrangea. They were all plants growing around a loud, bubbling fountain. It was noisy. There were jungle sounds. There were fucking birds inside! She heard some other noises like heavy breathing. The cut flowers were in two refrigerators on the far wall across from a counter and a cash register. They were big monstrosities in those days, cash registers. There was no clerk. No Ken. There was a door to a back room.

Barbara walked into the back room. Cut flowers were everywhere in stacks of petals, thorns, stems, and colors. Enya was way louder back here. Long stem roses with big thorns on the stems were stacked up. There were thousands of them. The young florist was lying on a bed of roses with tons of little cuts in her back and hips. The hot coed looked down her massive tits. Ken was on his knees between her sprawled open legs. Her bush was a jungle and Ken had his tongue deep inside the young coed’s inner lips tasting her tropical rainforest.

Barbara gasped. The coed moaned and clamped her knees down on Ken. She started riding his face wildly while she slapped his head with a long stem red rose, throwing red petals off into the air and wandering down to the floor. The petals helicoptered beautifully in the air in little pendulums and sine waves.

Barbara slammed the car door, trembling. She was jealous, but not about Ken. It was that she wanted to be eaten out wildly. She wanted massive fucking tits. She wanted to be so womanly men would throw away mariages over her. She wanted…

 

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Excerpt from Triangulum Stain 1 – Seeing the first Sentient Alien Dildo #Erotica #SciFi #LPRTG

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PROJECT HALCYON KERNEL
DISINFECTANT POOL #1Q CONSTRUCTION
CLASSIFIED CHEMICAL COMPOUNDS
DESIGNER: William Rock
TOXICITY LEVELS: Non-Deadly (UNVERIFIED)
VERIFICATION TO FOLLOWFive-Hive-FuckForceFive-FFF-MoctezumaJohson-TriangulumStain-SciFi-Erotica
COST: $1.2 Million
LOCATION: B1

PROJECT FREEZE
CODE NAME: Chicxulub’s breath
OBJECTIVE: Obliteration UFO landing site + perimeter
PURPOSE: Containment, Eradication
LOCATION: Top Secret (BL)

Officer Rick, Lefty, and Chloe all stare at this place. Nobody shows any fear, just a general ‘what the fuck is this’ lingers in the air. Doctor Rock is below, in a deeper level. Up here are only three military guys in uniform. One says, “Strip and get in!”

“Now?” says Officer Rick.
“Yes.”

“Why?” says Officer Rick.

“Authorization to speak denied.” The soldier holds the policeman’s gaze a moment. Then the soldier adds, “For protection.”

“Whose?”

“Yours. There is nothing harmful in the pool. When you are done, follow the sign for Disinfecting Pool #2. Leave your clothes in this room. Do not take them. We will be waiting there.” The three soldiers walk away.

“What the fuck?” says Lefty.

“What the fuck is right,” says Rick. “Well, I don’t think we have much of a choice, do we?”

Chloe takes her high heels off and dips a toe into the pool. “What the fuck happened to us back there? I feel like I’m dreaming.”

Lefty looks at her. “I’ve felt like I’ve been dreaming since the moment I saw you.”

“We are in some weird ass shit,” says Officer Rick.

“Yes, we are. That’s life, isn’t it? A series of weird ass shit all the time punching you in the gut.” Lefty squeezes Chloe’s waist then yanks his t-shirt off over his head. “Well, I’m going in. Join me, baby.” He slips off his jeans and boxers in one fluid motion and splashes into the bath.

Lefty sits down with a raging hard on sticking out of the water like a shark’s fin. “I guess it’s you, baby,” he says looking down at his erection. The water feels very smooth, even slick, on his skin. It smells strongly of bleach, but that smell masks something like rotten eggs. “Smells like bleach and eggs.”

Officer Rick scratches his head for a moment then says confidently, “That’s sulfur. It’s not harmful.”

Chloe peels off her blouse, revealing a massive rack held back from taking over the room by a simple-minded bra. She unclasps the bra hook and her breasts spring out: two sentinels of everything good in the world in this weird room with a smelly bath stinking of rotten eggs.

She takes her jeans off and splashes into the pool next to Lefty. Her smooth slit throbs. There is still some weird feeling inside of her, and the cum Lefty dumped on her face earlier was completely gone. Not even a slight remnant remained. Not so much as one crusty crystal.

Rick follows them in, leaving his police uniform hanging on a hook that is butterflied into the wall. Chloe looks at Rick. He, too, has a massive hard on. When he notices, Chloe sees his surprise. A confident smile comes over his face, “I haven’t been hard like since we had our second child. I was starting to think about going to the doctor.”

Lefty looks at the police officer’s hard rock. “No doctor needed, man.”

Rick puts out his hand to Lefty, “I’m Rick. Local police officer.”

“I’m Lefty. And this is Zamilda.”

“My name’s not Zamilda,” Chloe says as she steps into the pool and dips all but her head into it.

A buzzer sounds and the pool starts to drain very fast. The lights in the room go dim and the three get out and move through a well-lit hallway where there are three robes hanging. The put on the robes and then go into another room with a second pool. Men in suits emerge from behind them to grab the clothes they’d shed. The men in HAZMAT suits and gas masks hold flame-throwers and incinerate the discarded clothes. Lefty looks at Chloe out of the corner of his eye.

In the new room, there is no smell at all. It is like the three of them popped a vacuum seal to come in. They all climb into the new pool. Two hard cocks and a throbbing clit. They can no longer resist, and Lefty gives in. He puts his hand on his cock. It is hot and hard as ever in his hand. Rick glances at Lefty who gives him a look that makes Rick, thrilled with his new hard on, grab Chloe and push her over.
Rick caresses the smooth curves of Chloe’s princess-like ass. She’s the prettiest thing he’s seen in years and he feels lust coursing through him wildly. His belly is in knots, like he needs release. All the pent-up sexual frustration of not being able to get it up, of having kids and lacking time for lovemaking, and of having this gorgeous woman naked in front of him comes to a head and he pushes his hard-on into Chloe’s soft petals.
Rick’s body trembles as he can barely stand the excitement and sensation of hard cock in wet folds.

Lefty kisses Chloe deeply, just the sensation of her tongue against him almost makes him explode, but the sensation is gone as he finds her gorgeous head in his big, rough hands. An incredible feeling eclipses him as his cockhead is tickling the back of her throat for the second time in one day. He needs to know what her other holes are like. He is about to tell Rick to switch places with him and exchange this doll’s holes, but before he can, Rick pulls out of Chloe’s delicious flaps and shoots a load of jizz towards her ass. Before it lands on her, forming ropes of jizzy string, the cream stops in mid-air and becomes a kind of levitating jelly.

Doctor Rock watches all of this on the CCTV monitor from his secret room. His jaw almost hits the floor. He cannot believe his eyes, it is so absolutely incredible. His assistant, Maria Sower, also watches it in disbelief. She says, “It must be a gaseous compound, Doctor. It’s a deposition.”

Doctor Rock counters: “It’s liquid to solid. It’s like cum freezing into silicone. I don’t know what the fuck you call this.”

On the screen they watch Lefty still pumping his cock into Chloe’s mouth. Rick’s jizz has stopped in mid-air and jellied. Lefty notices the mid-air cum for the first time.

The room gets brighter, his heart starts racing, his eyes go wide, and he taps Chloe’s head. Lefty pulls his quivering cock out of her and the giant dick goes limp. She looks from his cock to his eyes and then turns around and sees the moving jelly. It metamorphoses in front of their eyes, taking shape: a lifelike dildo.

Chloe shrieks and her voice echoes out into a hallway. She jumps out of the pool and wraps her arms around herself. The dildo hovers above the pool. It doesn’t move.

Lefty and Rick get out of the pool, too, and lead her into the hallway where her scream still echoes about. Lefty keeps his eyes on the jelly, which is changing color and expanding. Then the door to the pool room closes. Lefty hears it hermetically seal off and they are locked out. This hallway leads to another elevator.

In the elevator, none of them says a word. Water drips off their bodies to the floor. The smell of rotten eggs stays with them. They just stare straight ahead. Lefty is trying to think of something, but he realizes he is trying to think. The memory of what he saw has his brain stuck in some kind of alien replay loop. Rick is visibly trembling. He clasps his hands but they still rattle. This is more than a God-fearing police officer can take in a day.

Lefty looks at Chloe, trying to understand. He has heard some strange stories about some weird women, but this is crazier. This is the craziest shit ever. Chloe’s upper lip trembles and she rubs her temple while biting her bottom lip with her two front teeth. “That’s not fucking normal! What the fuck?” She nearly yells, tears streaming down her eyes. “What the fuck was that?”

 

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Sitting on the Great Leader’s Face | Excerpt/Promo of Attack of the North Korean Giantesses

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Sitting on the Great Leader’s Face

The North Korean leader Kim Jong Il was called the Great Leader. He had big poofy black hair like Elvis, wore thick square glasses and had a toothy smile. He was short. Before him was Kim Il Sung, Jong Il’s father and this is how that ‘look’ came into being. Like his son, he wore big thick square glasses and had a toothy smile. He was short. His stumpy legs looked funny as the Giantess squatted over him, suffocating him with her ass and pussy. Her huge tits waterfalled down the folds of her body. She was a BBW before becoming a giantess. Thanks to this skinny society she had been ridiculed since she was seven. Now all the revenge was coming out, directed at the Dear Leader, choking in the folds of her slit and ass crack as he kicked out his stumpy legs futilely.

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Sex Tip No. 20 – The Art of Insertion (sticking things in your ass) #LPRTG #SexTip #SmutStreet

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The Art of Anal Insertion

How do we insert something in an ass unaccustomed to such insertions. This is the question. Basically, it should be done slowly and all lubed up or it may be a bit of an unpleasant experience. Like anything, you have to enjoy it to enjoy it. One thing to keep in mind is that the one doing the taking is the one who is really in control although it may seem opposite.

If you’re inserting a butt plug for example, you have a lot of responsibility because if you go too fast or too hard you will turn off your partner and lost her trust. Try to be gentle. Whatever you think is gentle, be more gentle than that. Start with something soft, a feather or a tongue is a good way to warm up an ass.

Dont’s:

Don’t do what this Malay police officer did in Bukit Baru, Malacca when he stuck his fingers into his wife’s anus over cell phone row.

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Lube Lube Lube, baby! In fact, more lube.

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That’s the real key to anal insertion. Since the ass doesn’t lube itself, you need to. There are some pretty good lubes out there. There’s stuff like Astroglide to make things slippery. Never use Extra Virgin Olive Oil, trust me. Unless you want to feel as much friction as a virgin every time! There are butt desensitizers which will remove some of the pain with an analgesic numbing agent. There’s also lube that is designed to look like fake cum which can be a lot of fun for cuckold fantasy play or bukkake roleplays among other ideas. Remember to use some common sense. Don’t use a silicone lube as it will degrade silicone toys like the 17-inch butt plug. Also, remember warming up an ass takes time. Lots of time. It could take hours or even days or weeks to get an ass ready.

Why is Anal Insertion Necessary? How can it help you?

You know the saying, an apple a day keeps the doctor away. Well, that was in a different time, the time when America was great before it launched coups, Atomic weapons, and agent orange on the world. In those days, perhaps an apple could do it. But not anymore. What the fuck will an apple do? I don’t think eating ass was a first date staple like it is today. Now, the saying goes like this: some butt play a day keeps the doctor away.

Anal can help you! It can actually save your life!

Some butt play a day keeps the doctor away because the anal area is super sensitive and also can be super tight. By playing with ass you will release tension, relax, and stir up endorphins that all help in healing. It has been suggested that a little butt play can actually fend off such things as stress headaches, prostate cancer, and hemorrhoids. By using a butt plug and/or other anal play, you are massaging the prostate and strengthening the muscles around the ass. This can be handy later in life. I’m not talking about jamming a [amazon text=17-inch Huge Butt Plug / Dildo&asin=B07B2Y6QP7] up your ass twice a day, that can have some of the unwanted consequences of the extreme anal porn stars where they can no longer keep their shit inside their bodies and leak all over unless a big diaper is velcro’d to their leaky asses. However, moderate anal play will help you build all of your body, including the nether regions. It will help you have fun. It will help you relax.

Also, it will increase your ability to feel pleasure. By tapping into the extremely sensitive nerve receptors on your anus you will experience different sensations that will help you relax and keep stress to a minimum.

There’s nothing as exciting as hitting new nerve endings. I shave my head and the first time I shaved and showered it was like having a cranial orgasm. I had never had any sensation like water on a bare head before and it was marvelous. The sensations on your ass are even more sensitive! The first time I put my finger into my ass and found my prostate it was like finding god. It also gave me a raging hard on. I mean, I was so hard my dick kind of hurt. Fuck viagra, boys, just stick a finger up your ass!

But MJ, I’m scared!

If you’re scared of putting something inside you ass, start small. Use a hand held shower head to spray the asshole, then insert just the tip of your finger. Move to putting half of your finger inside and kind of leaving it there. Then insert the whole finger. After you’ve gotten comfortable with that, upgrade to a small butt plug, and so on until all 17 inches of big john slate are pumping you while you scream your own name!

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Note about Header Image:
I took that years ago with some Korean chick with a nice round ass.
I was enjoying writing “slut” and “whore” and “cumpig” all over her
thighs, calves, forehead and then wanted to facefuck her
and didn’t know where to stick
the whiteboard marker (I was teaching English at the time). 

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