Continuing the Happy Monday theme, I know I like a strong, dark coffee to start my week properly.

But I’ve got to say, you bourgeois bastards, at a certain point you have to choose: the coffee or the quickie.

Both just means bad, motionless sex or hot, spilled coffee. 

Hypoxyphilia is the scientific word for breath control play. I haven’t done a lot of this, but I suspect I’d be into it with someone that was really turned on by it  too… I sometimes hold my breath when I’m fucking or getting off, and it always make me cum like a champ, so who knows? Maybe this would be my thing.

In this case, I’m more interested in his watch.

(Source: squidintestines)

Please, just do it.

I want to melt away in your hot southern summer, quenched by Coke and Freezies and ice cubes drawn slowly across my body and cold showers, skin still burning from sex.

Fuck me, this looks so hot I want to grow a cock and pay these girls whatever they cost.

I also love pearls. This photo makes me want to buy them.

As I’ve said many times - this is mainstream print advertising in five years, max.

I so often feel like porn and advertising merge together.

It’s 2017.

This is the front window of an Antonio Berardi shoe boutique.

Yet another porn shot that looks just sliiightly more sexual than current advertising trends.

In three years this is an ad for Claire’s Accessories.

Why? Public demand. Every consumer would long to be wearing those boots and that ring while feeling the heartbeat of the girl they’re making cum with their left hand.

I often see porn and think that it is what advertising will be like in five years.

In this case, for jewelry.

I feel like this will be what denim ads  are like in five years.