How does it start, a moment like this?

The men, tanned and sixties with their slim swim shorts and muscled torsoes. Their hungry grabs at her, making their stake in the afternoon’s events very clear. 

Her desire, breathing hot and wet through black cotton.

I know how this ends - the sweat and cum and panting red-facedness of it all.

But really, how does a moment like this start?

Oh, to be a man of great wealth and little shame.

Of course you’d have an unbearably pretty little thing up there on your book ladder (!!), dusting your grand library in bunny ears and her lacy bra and panties set.

She wriggles out of the beach like a worm, that sylph of the sand. Crawls up to where you lie. She’s a daydream - no words, her eyes locked on yours as she moves against you in a slow dance that quickly has you straining in your board shorts.

She wants your seed.

She gets it, her body pulsing smooth and cool in the baking sun. 

Whipping around abruptly she dives back into the sea. 

No one knew, later, that you were how the invasion started.

Surrounded by love!

No, not the girl in the photo. Thaaaat girl is surrounded by Greek brutes with cocks as long and thick as her arm, each bigger than the last, ready to stretch her tiny body in ways she never thought… mmm… droooool… what was I saying?

Oh yes, SURROUNDED BY LOVE!

It’s how I feel when I hear from all you MuffSnufflers, when I get love from crazysexyfantastic sites as ErosBlog or AutoStraddle, when I see hot as hell reblogs, or simply when I look up and see my follower count climbing.

I normally keep reader love notes to myself, but I got one of the best comments of all time, and just have to share with thanks:

i’m 27. my family got the internet when i was 13. in 14 years of
internet porn, i haven’t seen anything as good as this site. i like
the selections, of course. but the commentary: hotter than fuck some
times, and wittier than the Colbert Report

You guys blow my mind. I hope someone blows… whatever you want them to.

The parent peeking in is hilarious, but how great is this photo in general, with the tube socks, fresh sheets and authentic retro posters?

I have a feeling that this is a boy I would date, six years later when he’s a hot, grown-up illustration intern. He’d tell me about this moment while we lie in bed Saturday morning, his “most embarrassing sexual experience” story. I’d laugh; rub him hard; keep him on his back for another hour or so.

Or, he might be gay. Guys with this stiff, masculine grace are sometimes gay. I’m not mad about it, I just… mmmm…

(Source: humansaremegafauna)

I love this swinging sixties scientist cocksucking party.

I want them to be the solemn idealists working on the Nevada Test Site. They defended their liaisons mathematically: the risk of the profession; the heat and familiarity and lack of women contributing to the fever that came over their bodies; the taboos seeming meaningless when they architected apocalypse in their day jobs.

None acknowledged how badly they wanted this. 

I am not religious, but I do feel like that, after some hideous car wreck, having my eyes flutter open to this vision would make me feel like…

“Yup. Heaven is a thing.”

You know the policy folks. Jean shorts = automatic reblog.

Jean shorts crawling up the pussy of a hot seventies MILF with a wedding ring on her finger in some strange beach house? Automatic obsession.

I want to track her down and fist her through her jean shorts.

(Source: classicporn)

I love that point when a man is going down on you, where your body just takes over, and you can’t help grabbing their head and grinding their face, taking your orgasm instead of waiting for it. It’s my experience that men enjoy this very much too.

This photo is a killer hot articulation of this point. 

I want to bite her nipples. Actually no. I want to create candy versions of her nipples in exactly the correct hue, so that I can roll them around my tongue and chew them viciously in movie theatres. They’ll taste like peach and light cinnamon. 

Like you wouldn’t be crazy for that candy too.