Charles Dickens was frowning from his painted perch above the fireplace. Little Nell was gazing down with wide, frightened eyes from an antique print on one wall; sundry souls from “Pickwick Papers” were scampering around in their frames on the other. And I was lying on a four-poster bed, in a four star English hotel, holding the first uncut penis I had ever seen.
I hadn’t noticed it at first… the fact that it was uncut, that is. After all, we’d already made love once that afternoon, and it didn’t feel any different to any other cock I’d had inside me. And when Martin stepped… or, should that be leaped… out of his trousers once we got up to my room, his erection was so full that I really didn’t feel the need to study it.
It was only as he moved up my body, his face glistening with pussy juice and my heart still hammering from the orgasm he sent shimmering through my body; only as I reached between his legs to pull him up further; as I smiled at his galloping return to semi-stiffness, that I noticed… what? A little extra “give” in the way it felt? A little more pliability to its thickness? Or the thin flap of skin that clung stubbornly to the fat purple helmet, a network of tiny veins dark against its opaque sheen?
I held him in one hand, gently massaging his shaft, while I wondered how to phrase my next question. In the end, the silence and stillness just felt embarrassing. “Okay, I’m sorry, but… is it meant to do that?”
Martin glanced down with a little more panic in his eyes than he realized. “Do what?”
“Um, I’ve never seen…” I indicated the bridge of skin. “What is it?”
“My foreskin?” He sounded confused for a moment. And then… “Is that true about American guys, then? That they’re all circumcised?”
“Well, I don’t know about all of them, but most, I think….”
“Not over here, luv. We like to keep our men intact. After all, you never know when you’re going to wake up in a blackberry bush.”
Eh? I wasn’t quite sure what he meant by that (I figured it out later… don’t bother asking). “But does it stay like that?” Again I touched the curious flap, and then let out a little “oh” as it slowly retracted onto his shaft. “Just gets a bit sticky, I guess,” he concluded, and I stroked some more, watching in fascination as a thick wave of skin coiled up with my fist, to tap the rim of his helmet.
I looked up at him; he was watching me curiously. “It’s alright, isn’t it? You don’t mind?”
“Of course I don’t mind. I’ve just never seen one before”: and then, to shatter the growing awareness that I was treating him like a laboratory specimen, I leaned my head forward and let my mouth slip over his helmet. He sighed and I felt an inexplicable sense of relief. Well, at least that’s the same.
His foreskin continued to fascinate me. His prick was thick, his helmet thicker. But when I rolled that extra layer of skin up over it, it became thicker still, so that my lips strained to engulf it. The taste changed, too; sharp and salty when I pulled his skin back, markedly less so as I drew it forward. I loved the contrast, loved the sensation of the flesh folding back against my lips, then rudely bumping them on its way forward… back and forth, back and forth….
I doubt whether his parents were ever as oblivious as we liked to think. I know they were rarely as sound asleep as Chuck used to say they were, and more than once I'd swear I heard voices from their room as we crept ever so quietly up the stairs and tumbled into his bedroom... And naturally, his bed. Once we were there, though... And especially once we were under the covers, or I was under them at least, I really didn't give a damn who knew. Because I got what I wanted, and so did Chuck. In fact, sometimes I think we both got more than we expected. like the first time he....
Well, let this movie tell the rest of that story....
I've not mentioned Faye Reagan for a few weeks, but having just emerged from a marathon viewing of Girlfriend DVDs, the best of which all seem to feature her in one stunning capacity or another, I thought I'd share another favorite pic. You'll find more, as usual, here, but in the meantime, here's an extra treat for anyone (me, me) who wants to see Faye Reagan sucking cock. She does it so well!
And for fans of the younger Ms Reagan, in her early-porn days as Faye Valentine, here's something else. My advice... fast forward through the opening chatter (the guy doing the interview sounds like one of the dudes from Ghost Hunters).
But she had one last surprise in store.... [2011/09/16 18:17] JW: cock blood and cum... all at the same time [2011/09/16 18:18] DL: yummy [2011/09/16 18:19] JW: just say the word.. lol! [2011/09/16 18:19] DL: i will dream about now [2011/09/16 18:20] JW: peeling the flesh off your cock with my fangs... sucking out your soul with your cum... [2011/09/16 18:20] DL: roooaaarrrr [2011/09/16 18:21] JW: and then feeding from you every night... sometimes blood, sometimes... mmmm... I want a tongue made out of tiny sharp hooks... licking someone's body and peeling the skin off at the same time.. that would be delciious [2011/09/16 18:32] DL: congratulation, now i am horny and need to sleep with that ideas [2011/09/16 18:32] JW: start at the face... work my way slowly down the body [2011/09/16 18:33] DL: ii bet you talking about male victims [2011/09/16 18:33] JW: actually... I was talking about you... [2011/09/16 18:33] DL: damn... you hate me.... [2011/09/16 18:33] JW: no, quite the contrary! [2011/09/16 18:33] JW: you would love it! [2011/09/16 18:34] DL: i wish i had not show you my cock... now you will destroy it... why ever [2011/09/16 18:34] JW: oh, but I'd destroy it so beautifully [2011/09/16 18:35] DL: do you often plan cock tortoures? [2011/09/16 18:35] JW: well, I don't think of them as tortures [2011/09/16 18:36] DL: how do you call? [2011/09/16 18:36] JW: they are love making, of course [2011/09/16 18:37] JW: to take a cock inside my mouth... deep... and devour it completely... slowly, luxuriously... [2011/09/16 18:37] DL: yesss, thats love!!!!!!! [2011/09/16 18:38] JW: told you so
The cable companies have been extolling the virtues of HD TV for so long now that the more gullible among us might almost believe that the claims are... well, they're probably true, but are they actually desirable? Razor burn is ugly at the best of times, but being able to see every scrape and pimple really doesn't seem something I want to find in my porn.
Now, if only they could invent a more tactile approach....
Taken from an old Zara Whites video whose title completely eludes me right now (so if you know it, please jog my memory), this is the scene that, when I first saw it at college, ensured I got the giggles every time I saw a big screen TV. The giggles and, perhaps, a peculiar sense of yearning. You don't get much more High Definition than this, and it could show 3D a trick or two too. Invent a television like this, and I wouldn't even wait for it to come down in price....
I intended writing another in my ongoing series of Clit-erion Collection movie reviews tonight but, for whatever reason, the mood I was in simply wasn't conducive with the earnest bumpkins and grumpings that were taking place on the screen. And when I say earnest, I mean the kind of performance that leaves you wondering whether you've been getting it wrong all these years, and sex really is meant to be enacted only between people who look (and sound, and even act) as though they either have a mouthful of sour fruit OR, they are on the verge of making a momentous discovery in the realms of world hunger or the end of all war...
And they could not crack a smile, or even relax their frown for a moment.
Truly, I have met REM fans who look to be having more fun than some of these people, and then I wonder... Omg, what would they lok like if they WEREN'T getting paid to have sex with someone who really isn't that bad looking?
That ended any pretense I had of getting some writing done, so I turned instead to the heady realms of amateur net flicks - and I promptly ran into this, one of the most delightfully fun and, as a consequence, ultra hot three minutes I have seen since... Well, since the last one.
Whoever you are,, anonymous girl and unseen partner, thank you! You reminded me what I love about sex films.
Reading Dave Thompson's Black and White and Blue history of porn movies, I was intrigued by the chapter detailing the porno careers of various soon-to-be superstars, most of which have been ferocious denied by either the stars or their estates. The Marilyn Monroe ones that occasionally surface, and lead the mainstream media a merry dance, were long ago disproven.
But Joan Crawford?
Apparently she made a string of pornos when she was first struggling to break into Hollywood, and she didn't do a very good job of silencing the people who saw them, Thompson quotes actor Ted Jordan, as he recalled discussing Crawford’s past with the young (and then-unknown) Marilyn Monroe, in the late 1940s. “Hell," Monroe told him. "I didn’t fuck six guys in a stag movie like she did….”
There's a handful of titles associated with Crawford's appetite for fame... "The Plumber" and "The Casting Couch" among them... and Crawford worked furiously to disassociate herself from them, even calling upon her studio's legal department in one battle. But now it seems that the denials were not as cast iron as we thought, and Crawford's supporters hoped! Because here they (possibly) come....
But the middle could go on forever... An antidote to whichever anodyne modern porn flick you watched last, this clip has almost everything you could ask for... Including the very real possibility that they will both have a giggling fit. Watch it here!
This one on the other hand, is another for our occasional series of "the things they say.". Or, more accurately, the noises they make.
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The Nympho Librarian & Other Stories
Eleven scalding tales of lust and love in the halls of public learning - the town library!
The sex is hot, but the librarians are hotter, as authors Chrissie Bentley and Jenny Swallows reveal the lip-smacking truth about what goes on behind (and on top of, and around as well) the bookshelves.