I hope that Sunday includes exactly your version of this kind of sexy happy joy joy time.

May the universe deliver a tiny rockabilly girl unto your lap, your hands bouncing her tight ass up and down your cock, her long shiny hair catching the sunlight through the curtains.

I love how he handles her body so objectively, like a butcher.

I suspect that, for this little ribeye, things are going to end well.

(Source: weenerd)

I was done for even before you finally bent me over and fucked me, wet and soapy in your shower.

Your hand circling my throat, your fingers in my mouth, Warm water running down my face. A sudden trill of your kisses on my shoulder blades like a goddamn flute section.

Is it wrong that I want to go back to that moment and live forever in the storm of your bathroom?

(Source: spliffy-)

I feel that he is her degenerate second-year psychology professor.

She is a lazy, petulant student, and his inexcusable lechery makes them a dysfunctionally perfect match.

Her final grade? B-minus.

The grade just average enough to satisfy their arrangement, the minus there just to make a point, remind her who was in control. 

I believe in eco-friendly cars as much as the next pornographer… but I want you to fuck me on your knees in the back of a vintage Bentley, not crouched like dogs in some goddamn Prius.

Shiny straight hair, a hard nipple on a small tit.
A tight little ass that takes dicks too big to fit.

Ankle socks, thick hard cocks, white couch fuck-ings…
These are a few of my favourite things.

(Source: m-n-mj)

The belt. Oh god, the fucking belt.

In my experience, it’s every man’s “no turning back” accessory. As that leather tongue snakes out of the metal hinge I feel my brain turning off, my focus 100% on the physical.

How I spent most of this weekend.

Sorry I haven’t been blogging much folks, but…

I mean…

I’m leaving to meet a close friend for brunch.

That said, it’s Saturday morning and I’m horny as hell.

Am I horny enough to crawl under tables like a dog, reaching frantically into the crotches of strange men, my sudden, panting breath making their cocks jump?

Well, I guess all I can say to that is you never know.