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The following post is… well, I’ll let you read. But, I also suggest checking out the comments left on the original post. Read More
Someone had recommended this song as the perfect track for a rather perverted evening. But, once I saw the music video, I was completely smitten with the entire package. Combining the play on fantasy, violence, and age regression, “Pretty as You Cry” provides you with the classic makings of a psychopath’s wet dream…
I feel sorry for Sanford. Really, really sorry. Imagine telling your soon-to-be spouse that you have desires unrelated to marriage and then having them blow it off as “a phase”.
Are you kidding? No wonder you people make marriage look like a joke.
As I walked around my neighborhood, I saw the latest issue of Vanity Fair and was dumbfounded to see an assortment of this year’s hottest young starlets… all of them were young and white.
Is this news? No. But, luckily, others had picked up on this discriminatory issue.
While there are many women who do use and enjoy pornography (whether by themselves or with a partner), there’s always that one porn flick that makes you wonder, Should I be watching this? Is she enjoying herself? You know… beautiful Lolita-esque girl with (un)naturally big tits, curvaceous body, very eager and… sweet. As the movie plays on, she’s attacked from every angle by big thick stiff dicks, like tentacle porn… only tentacles are more inviting than the organs aimed at her face, mouth, pussy, and ass. Next thing you know, her entire body is used like a Chinese fingertrap. The girl’s taking it, most definitely, but her eyes lack the fire or spark of sexual interest than one cannot define but can surely spot. She knows how to pose that’s most pleasing to her suitors and to the camera; but, for those watching, the scene lacks sensuality. Read More
Directed by Jonas Akerlund, this music video was one of the first I’d seen that was banned from almost every major music channel that existed. Only once (not including the reruns, which severely edited the short film) did MTV allow the full, uncensored version to air (after midnight of course). It is my favorite music video of all time. It never gets old. It always excites me.
If you’ve seen the music video before, then you understand what I’m talking about. But, for those of you who haven’t, I suggest watching it right now in its entirety (NSFW, by the way), and then reading the rest of what I wrote when you’re done. You just may be surprised at who this womanizing, drug-addled, violent asshole actually turns out to be.
When I heard that Paul Reubens was returning to the stage as his legendary alter-ego, I got excited. No… I got very excited. You know… down there. This Pavlovian response has followed me throughout Reubens’s career. From Buffy The Vampire Slayer to Cheech and Chong’s Nice Dreams to Blow… even in Reno 911: Miami, when I saw his eccentric character departing from an airplane, I couldn’t help but gather up my blanket underneath my curiously throbbing vagina and rubbed against it quite vigorously.
Strange as it may seem, this response is not surprising at all, for Pee Wee was the first to ever introduce me to the guilt-ridden joy of masturbation.
Yes. Yes. And yes!
Thank goodness I found this hauntingly creepy beautiful music video that combines all four of my favorite turn-ons! Read More
I’ve been picking fights (I’m looking at you, Carlin) with people about this whole weight debacle. It came to a crash recently when I talked to a young woman in my neighborhood. She stepped back, looked me up and down, and said, “Ugh. God. You’re so skinny! I hate you!”
Third time I heard a reference about my weight this week…
Sneering, I said, “I think you mean you hate yourself.”
Guess I didn’t make a new friend that day.
So funny. Months ago my gynecologist told me I had a very small vagina. She knew her poking and prodding was uncomfortable. I was relaxed, sure, but every touch down there was rather sensitive. She even made a comment that sex might be painful for me sometimes. I had the twisted thought that it’s like that for everyone. But, that’s not true, is it?
There was a time when I was driven to proclaim myself a “size” queen. Or something like that. I think I may have been brain-washed into believing that bigger, thicker dicks really did it for me. But I don’t remember if that was always the case.
So many other elements can make or break a sexual encounter. The lover and his efforts are pretty priority. The atmosphere. My level of libido. Whatever. Somehow, the size of a penis seemed low on my list expectations.
In college, we knew of one man who had a notoriously well-hung penis. He was very courteous and sweet in every way. He helped me move from New Rochelle to Brooklyn without a single want of anything. And he was infamously known amongst my closest girlfriends for having a huge dick. And I mean huge. Somehow, he was illustrated at this big-dicked monster tearing petite white girls in two (he was black). I wasn’t curious. And the thought of being torn in two didn’t seem so attractive.
In pornography, the dick seems like the only element that can measure genuine desire in the lovemaking. No one wants to see a guy jerking off forever, especially when his frustration develops. Yuk. No, we want to see someone rock hard and HUGE!
In terms of pleasure, however, size is not equivocally pleasurable for all pussies. In fact, I imagine it to be like a big drunk alcoholic asshole behind a really hot (phallic) car. I’m sure I’d have a better ride if he knew how to maneuver the goddamn thing.
Now that I’ve been in porn, I realize that my perception of a big dick has been REALLY off. Most of the men that I’ve been with were not as well-endowed as I thought… at least not by pornographic, idealistic standards. And these are guys who still had to wear Magnums. Even one guy described his dick as being very thick in the middle; so he couldn’t wear a normal-sized condom properly.
Hm. This may lead me to investigate (not really) the effectiveness and feel of custom-made condoms.
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