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“Spit on it,” MJ said.

So I spit on it and indeed his huge cock went bigger and deeper down my throat. It was amazing. I never thought I could get so deep on it, but here I was sucking his big, brown cock.

“The windows are open so all the neighbors can see what a whore you are.”

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Desfile de natillas de G-strung

Tu verga está en tu mano. Es grande pero no completamente duro. Usted sabe que tiene una gran polla porque cuando no es difícil, todo el exceso de piel que se estirará cuando las hormonas disparen y la sangre fluya se acumula desde debajo de la cabeza del hongo hasta la raíz, donde cuelgan las bolas fuera como las pasas con esteroides. Tira de la cabeza del champiñón y estira toda la piel acumulada. La sangre está empezando a fluir. Eso es por quien se encuentra frente a ti.

G-strung, como todos la llamaron, fue pagado de antemano (dijeron) y acostado boca abajo en el suelo de baldosas blancas con su piel morena apretada, tensa, y hella bien. Estaba boca abajo con la cabeza entre las manos. Ella estaba pateando con los pies en el suelo y riéndose en sus manos. Ella era linda, un botón resplandeciente de color rosa. No es broma. Ella era. Su sonrisa era la mierda sobre la que escribían los poetas cuando estaba sobria. Las mejillas de su culo eran dos bolas de helado de chocolate. Si Dios le regalaba muestras de su culo en cucharitas de plástico rosadas, maldita sea, Dios sería popular. No me refiero a este popular ala derecha estadounidense, quiero decir que habría líneas tratando de entrar como si el cielo fuera un Haagen Dazs en un húmedo día de agosto en Brooklyn. G-string estaba haciendo un sonido de risa y lloriqueo al mismo tiempo. Las paredes eran blancas Se sentía como si estuviera en un manicomio. Estaba pateando con los pies en el suelo como si no pudiera soportarlo más. Pensaste que ella podría haber sido fría, o demasiado drogada. La miraste con desprecio, no porque fuera morena y tú eras blanca. Usted no era racista y había salido con asiáticos, latinas y otras razas, religiones y groupies para bandas rivales y equipos deportivos antes. Usted fue de mente abierta. Dijeron que te follarías con el pulso. Tú eras de ese tipo, dijeron. Te llamaron Sticky Rice, porque te gustaban las Asian Chicks y, evidentemente, te masturbaron desenfrenadamente. Estabas orgulloso de eso. La pornografía no era algo que escondiste. De todos modos, aunque no era peyorativo, despreciaste a G-strung. La miraste con desprecio porque estaba tirada en el piso con su hermoso trasero sonriéndole y tú estabas de pie junto a ella. Tuviste que mirarla hacia abajo. Ahora, tenías que decidir qué hacer a continuación. Tuviste opciones. Ya le pagaron, te lo aseguraron, y todo tuyo. Tuviste que llevarla. Podrías llevarla de la forma que quisieras. Dicen que el mundo es tu ostra, ¿verdad? Ella era tu almeja. Aquí estaban tus elecciones: gracioso-porno-erótica

A: Métete allí y entierra tu nariz en su culo y, como una puta de crack que acaba de chupar tanto polla de distribuidor que tenía mucho semen y crack, inhala profundamente sexcapade-elige-tu-propia-aventura-erótica

B: Sube allí y entierra tu polla en su culo y follala sin sentido hasta que ella patee con los pies en el suelo tan fuerte que causa una fractura en el quinto metatarsiano wam-gunge-custard-chocolate-erotica-smutpunk

C: Levántate toma la crema caliente de la estufa eléctrica y bájala por su culo negro en un experimento en “contraste”. Estás tan enamorada, pero tan religiosa que el sexo no es una opción. ¿O es eso?

D. Bájese encima de ella y bésese románticamente la parte posterior del cuello porque es su novia, no una prostituta barata (a la mierda lo que dicen)

Sex Tip #293.7

Lotion

A Sex Tip for Dummies by Moctezuma Johnson

When to use lotion?

I like using lotion to spray all over my wife’s chin and ass cheeks and tits. She has great tits. She’s one of those genetically blessed Korean women that even though they have a tight midriff and waist has got big tits. Her ass is a side effect of the big tits and is as juicy as a Korean pear. It looks great doused in cum or dipped in lotion.

Lotion is good on the tip of the penis to help with entry. This is especially useful with quickies. That cock head can have trouble getting in a pussy that hasn’t been lubed with foreplay. Nobody wants “red head” just because of a little sex.

Lotion is good on the 11th ride of the day, when the skin is all chaffing and the penis head is turning red. Plus all that exertion leaves the whole body dry. Drink some water. Put on some lotion.

Lotion is good when you’re a goon. I’m a goon. I’m a chronic masturbator. I was a sex addict but that has changed with age. I was fucking young coeds all over the place but I was getting myself into too much trouble, so I’ve become more of a porn addict. It’s sad and lovely. I can sit for hours and edge and then shoot a load big enough to knock down the wall and bust in on my neighbors doing math homework with their 7-year old. Yeah, the walls aren’t so thick in this part of the city and my cumshot is like five missiles. Watch your car windows!

Nico, Oh, Nico (and my dirty talk feet)

oh nico
i will blow him
my MJ in front of you
while you jerk your cock
and after MJ has fucked me
hard from mouth to psychedelic chakra
til chi drips from my gaping asshole
i give you my feet
long bony toes
toes of a supermodel
spew cum onto them

i am flexible enough
to eat your cream off them

Scarlett’s Sex Tips

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Post by Scarlett Knight

When you find yourself getting into a rut with mediocre sex, don’t feel bad. All is not lost. You see, good sex is in the mind as much as it is in the body. When asked about the best sex they’ve ever had, a lot of people automatically recall who it was, what position they were in, what toy they used, etc. And all that does play a part, but those traits are all physical. When you really start to think about it, however, that kind of memorable, mind-blowing sex often has a psychological side to it.

When I look back on the most sizzling erotic times of my life, almost always, the foreplay begins long before reaching the bedroom. It started as a furtive kiss in an elevator as the box went up two floors, the kiss deepening to a frantic level just before the ding signaled the opening of the doors and we broke apart. It started as a moment we took, dashing away from peering eyes at a party to have a quick lifting of the shirt and a “we shouldn’t be doing this but oh, it feels so good” suckle on a nipple underneath the low branches of a tree as the sun was going down. It started as parking at an empty church lot to unzip out pants and have a taste of things to come, all while carefully watching for any cars or pedestrians that might catch us.

The reason why starting your foreplay outside of the bedroom works is because it’s human nature: any time you do things you’re “not supposed to be doing” it adds an extra element of excitement to the mix. I don’t care how long you’ve known one another. Doing this will spice up any relationship and make the sex so much hotter when you get back home. Once you are back in the confines of a more private spot, be it home, hotel, or otherwise, the desire will be ratcheted up so high, you’ll barely be able to contain yourselves. And trust me: that climax will be good.

But let’s say you’re stuck at home for whatever reason and you still want to add a little excitement to the routine. My advice for that common scenario is to be a total tease.

I don’t mean to be a tease in the sense that you taunt your lover yet don’t deliver the goods. But instead of going through the rote motions of undressing, getting into bed, and assuming the position, make your lover wonder. And wait for it.

It’s our inclination to go straight for the erogenous zones, zoom in on the spots we want to stimulate, and work them to death. But if you tantalize the areas around them, it adds a level of mystery to the act and heightens your partner’s pleasure through the roof. Next time you lean in to suckle on a nipple, instead plant light kisses around it. On the flesh above it. Below it. Beside it. Lick the area. Stimulate anything except for the actual nipple itself, and make your lover beg for the contact. Adding the simple yet effective element “when?” can prevent having to break out the lube because if you do it long enough, your partner will get wet.

Finally, I feel like I have to put in a plug (no pun intended) for the hard-working erotica writers out there like the illustrious Smutpunk King himself, Moctezuma Johnson. Erotica writers’ sole goal is to turn readers on, so when you need an extra kick in the pants to get your sex life revved up, find a naughty story to your liking (trust me—no matter what your tastes, there is an author out there who has a story for you). Read it. Let it infiltrate your mind and supercharge your libido. And then go to town. And the best thing about it? No partner is required! Some of the best sex that I’ve ever had includes the solo sessions inspired by good quality erotica stories.

So in short, start your sexual escapades before the bedroom, tease once you get there, and invest in some quality smut. These three tips will breathe life back into your sex life. Don’t trust me? See for yourself!

 

XoXo

Scarlett

 

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