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The Visitor |
Another Kind of Smut.
Many of you who either know me or have been reading this blog for awhile may have noticed my fascination with the act of coitus. ... Ok, layman terms: I often write about fucking. It may be a strange term or reference involving anal penetration and a furry burrowing mammal or actual descriptive passages on fellatio. Either way, I do tend to write a lot about it. I'm quite open with sex and sexuality in general, and enjoy writing about it. If enough of us write about it frankly, maybe it'll stop being the tabboo subject it still is in this little Peninsula. I also tend to write about my bowel movements, but we'll save that for another day, shall we? Some of you may have clicked on some of the links on the side and discovered such wonderful sites like 'My Secret Life As A (Former) Prostitute', which I personally loved. It was written well, insightful and quite kick ass. It's interesting how these blogs are written, humanizing them and killing off the stereotypes ingrained in our heads of crack-whores and heart-of-gold-hizzoes. Whilst I'm not a strong supporter of brothels I am not an anti-liberal religio-freak. Besides, these people seem interesting. I like interesting people. And with that, I thought I'd highlight some sites with some wonderful writing, and you can click on the title to get there. Enjoi. SacredwhoreLooks like Mellisa Gira's updated the whole look and feel of the site. 'For some reason, we holed up with a warm-hearted classic like Salo, and were completely unfazed, we (my erstwhile lover, our dyke third, and the dreaded, redheaded fourth) who were not really in hiding from violence, foreign territory, our hands on every trigger and nasty red buttons.
"Find something for me to bind you with, and I will," and that's about as explicit as negotiation needs to be, these days, dark winter.
From the basement, a CAT 5 cable will do, and I wind it into the rope bondage standard bundle, the shattered plastic tips tucked in, center of the cord exposed for his fingers to begin.
Footsteps, they echo through the soft floor, hundred years old and down to the parlor, which we abandoned, VCR flickering below us with the candles up above, lit in random fashion, five to mark out round corners.
His hands hold the cable, hold me up, pull me off the floor.
"Fuck her into oblivion."
Slaps, pounding, I am above ground, I am aloft. Harder than ever, never before, and here he takes his role as witness and administrator of each hand. Gripped, extended, he's put his leathers on and I'm naked but for sweat, splinters.
I can't be lost, like this.'And from her site, you can find these wonderful blogs: Peep Show Stories
'When I got to the window I shimmied up to my feet and pulled the sarong to one side, flashing him my bare pussy. His body straightened with surprise and his arm snapped up. Dangling from his hand was a gold necklace with a large cross pendant--complete with miniature Jesus. His brow lifted as his head tilt to one side. "So what do you think?" he asked. Chris Isaak's melodic drone now filled the air and I could easily hear the customer's words once again.
"It's nice," I said. "I mean . . . if you're into that."
His face turned serious as he clutched the necklace tighter. "You have something against Jesus?" he asked.
"Of course not," I said. "He was a wonderful man who did a lot of wonderful things, right? And he hung out with the poor, the sick, the prostitutes and the derelicts."
He got real close to the window so his lips were almost touching the glass. "But do you believe he was the son of God?"
I stood up, undid the sarong, and started dancing naked in front of the window. "I don't believe in God," I said. "I believe Jesus was a man . . . like you're a man. But I don't believe there's a good guy who lives in the sky or a bad red man who lives under the ground. And I certainly don't believe a snake spoke to Eve in the Garden of Eden. Do you?" I asked.
"Yes, that's what the Bible says and that's God's word," he said, shaking the cross.
"You know, there's some disturbing stuff in that book," I said. "In Ezekiel 4:12-13, when the children of Israel were real bad, God made them eat their own shit. He said something to the effect of: thou shall eat it as barley cakes, and thou shalt bake it with dung that cometh out of a man, in their sight. Even thus shall the children of Israel eat their defiled bread among Gentiles, wither I will drive them. Doesn't sound like a loving God to me."
He scrunched up his nose and shook his head. "I don't know about that," he said.
"It's true. The Bible's filled with twisted sex, blood and gore," I said. "I bet Mary fucked the town cobbler behind Joseph's back and got pregnant and made up with the whole immaculate conception thing to cover it up."'Nice ending to this one, but I won't spoil it for you. Click on the link and check it out yourself. Very good writer. Makes me wonder if her stripping's as good as her writting... or writing. Whatever. From peepshow glass cubicles, we move on to the premiere form of non-print pornographic release before the internet took it's thunder, phone sex. Phone Slut Diary'Look, it sounds cliché, but it’s TRUE. Cocks come naturally in all shapes and sizes. And I’m a cock-hound kind of slut. I love the way they look and I love the way they feel and I love all the bumps and veins and hanging bulging balls and any other kind of variety. I especially love it when clients describe their cocks to me. It’s one of the things about the job that gets me going. And when I’m talking to guys with a command of adjectives, I’m a happy girl.
So, guys:
- Your glans can be mushroomy bulbous or semi-flattened or almost pointy;
- Your meatus can be tight and contracted like a pinprick or wide enough to tickle with the tip of your pinky finger;
- Your sulcus can be more pronounced or less pronounced;
- Your dorsal veins can be lewdly obvious or subtle along the shaft;
If you don't know any of the words I just used, please look them up. These are yummy parts on your body and you should know what they are! You’re not just clipped or unclipped, big or small, thick or thin. Give me something to work with. Tell me about that buddy of yours that you keep bringing to my phone for tea and crumpets. I’m happy to worship in a general sense at the altar of your cock, but I bow all wet and creamy to the God of details when he’ll let me. Because the more I visualize it, the more I want to make it hard and choke the cum out of it.Marvelous stuff. And finally: Postmodern Courtesan'He was on the phone when I pushed his office door open. He motioned for me to come in and wrapped up his conversation with some pleasantries I tried not to pay attention to. I sat in my chair and he poured me a drink while he was finishing up the conversation – I noticed he had already fixed himself one.
“There’s your paper.” He said when he hung up. “It wasn’t an A. It was very very good, but it’s not perfect yet. Or at least it’s not perfect for you. It’s a solid A-. I hope you’re not too disappointed. Please don’t read the comments here. You should do that later.”
“Thank you.”
“And here’s to an incredibly productive and promising first semester of college, Olympia Manet.” He raised his glass to mine and they clinked.
We talked briefly about the courses I was taking the following semester, my plans for the vacation (nothing interesting, I confess, just hanging out with high school friends), and some books I planned to get to over the next few weeks. Soon it was after 5:00pm and we got up to say our goodbyes. I held my hand out and he warmly shook it before we both sort of laughed and agreed a hug might be more fitting. He took me in his arms and we hugged.
Three seconds. Four seconds. Five seconds. The hug wasn’t ending. His arms felt wonderful and all the rationalizations flew out of my head.
Six seconds. Seven seconds. Eight seconds. His left hand descended onto and caressed my ass. I sighed audibly and looked up into his eyes. And then he was kissing me and I was kissing him back. He pulled me towards him as we kissed feverishly, each emitting a moan or groan now and then. He ran a hand over my hair and down to the small of my back; my hands were still gripping him behind the shoulder blades. Holding me with his left hand, he began to unbutton my blouse with his right. Three buttons into it he ran his right hand over my collarbones and neck and the tops of my breasts. He resumed kissing me as he massaged my collarbones and cupped my right breast through my bra. He unbuttoned the rest of my blouse and took it off my arms, running his hands down them as he did so. He tossed the blouse on the floor and reached behind me to unhook my bra. I stood before him topless as he looked at me before approaching me and kissing my neck and my collarbones, softly stroking up and down my sides. I tried to reach for his shirt buttons, but he brushed my hands away. He reached down to unbutton my skirt, which was a wrap around so that when he undid both buttons, the skirt just slid to the floor. I stood there in my panties and stockings as he continued to kiss me, forcefully and silently. He pushed me over towards the couch and lowered me down. He got on his knees and began to touch me all over. He lifted my right leg and felt my instep and ankle. He ran two fingers up the back of my calf and around to my knee. He leaned over me and kissed the tops of my breasts. Then he kissed my areolae. Then he kissed my nipples which were painfully hard. He stroked one breast while he laved the other. He kissed my stomach and hips, running his hands wherever his mouth couldn’t reach. He tucked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulled them down over my legs. The only word he uttered was “magnificent” when I lay there on his couch, naked save for my stockings.'That last paragraph is actually a lot longer, but I'm not gonna spoil this one for you either. More pornographic and prose-y than the others. And that's that. Don't judge these women, just enjoy the services they provide, whether on-line, on the phone, or on all fours. With that, I leave you with some facts picked up from Phone Slut's Diary:
A Few Cock-Sure Facts
- Average length of human penis when not erect: 3.0 3.75 inches
- Average length of human penis when erect: 5.2 - 6.4 inches
- The biggest human penis on record: 13.5 inches long and 6.25 inches around, medically verified and documented by Dr. Robert L. Dickinson. (Note: Dr. David Reuben in Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex reported a 14-inch penis as being the longest in 1969, but he never quoted a source).
- The smallest human penis on record: 5/8 of an inch
- Largest average penis in the animal kingdom: 11 feet (blue whale)
- Average amount of semen per ejaculation: 1-2 teaspoons
- Average number of times a man will ejaculate in his lifetime: 7,200
- Average # of times he will ejaculate from masturbation: 2,000
- Average total amount of lifetime ejaculate: 14 gallons
- Average speed of ejaculation: 28 miles per hour
- Average # of calories in a teaspoon of semen: 7
- Average # of erections per day for a man: 11
- Average # of erections during the night: 9
- Speed at which erotic sensations travel from skin to brain: 156 miles per hourIt's amazing what you learn on the net.
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