Except the beach. Sand is the worst kind of lube.

Except the beach. Sand is the worst kind of lube.

There’s that now old joke that people still seem to find funny, despite it’s constant recycling. Variations occur, but, essentially, it’s a reference to having your browser history deleted upon death. The assumption is, this saves loved ones from discovering what a disgusting sex pervert you really are - and this is so shameful, that even when you are dead, you will be forced to die again from embarrassment. 

But, maybe we just need to realize that we’re all fucking kinky sex perverts. That, aside from people who are asexual, even the most vanilla of us have sexual fantasies that could be considered unusual. 

Of course we don’t want to think about our family members knowing personal details about our sex lives, but it’s naive to believe that we are the only ones out there with sexual desires and the only ones who explore those sexual desires which can lead us down strange paths.

Your deviance isn’t that deviant. It’s okay - it’s not shameful. Go ahead and google the fuck out of your personal little kink. 

I think it surprises you, those nights when I beg you to suck your cock. 
You raise an eyebrow, skeptical, but you don’t hesitate to strap it on. 
You always lay flat on your back, and I’m always between your legs. My eyes locked on your face and my mouth quickly full of your cock.
You put on a little bit of a show for me. I doubt your groans are real - even with the pressure against your clit - but I’m grateful for them. My gasps and muffled moans are real when you grab my hair, when you slap my face.
It doesn’t last long. Five minutes, maybe ten. We move on. I’ll take your clit in my mouth, maybe, or you’ll push me down, onto my back, and stretch me open with your cock. 
But, I’m happy for those minutes, for that chance to have that sensation of fullness in my mouth, to let my lips form that pretty O, to fantasize that I could make you hard. 

I think it surprises you, those nights when I beg you to suck your cock. 

You raise an eyebrow, skeptical, but you don’t hesitate to strap it on. 

You always lay flat on your back, and I’m always between your legs. My eyes locked on your face and my mouth quickly full of your cock.

You put on a little bit of a show for me. I doubt your groans are real - even with the pressure against your clit - but I’m grateful for them. My gasps and muffled moans are real when you grab my hair, when you slap my face.

It doesn’t last long. Five minutes, maybe ten. We move on. I’ll take your clit in my mouth, maybe, or you’ll push me down, onto my back, and stretch me open with your cock. 

But, I’m happy for those minutes, for that chance to have that sensation of fullness in my mouth, to let my lips form that pretty O, to fantasize that I could make you hard. 

All I want for Christmas is queer porn.

That’s a lie, I’ll take other presents, too, thanks.

My interest in anal sex is all about humiliation. 

If the other person is embarrassed by it, I’m suddenly way more into it. 

Otherwise, I’m just think it’s kind of boring, with the potential for more grossness than I prefer during sex.

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Kwentonza and Louise Diamond for Carl W Nunn

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Certain I’ve posted this before, but reblogging because of reasons. 

Certain I’ve posted this before, but reblogging because of reasons. 

I have sensitive, aching nipples, and while that should mean that I should be gentle with them, keep them well hidden under soft bras, instead, it only makes me want to feel them hurt more. 

Would you know how to use your fingers on them, rubbing roughly, pinching and pulling with callous indifference? 

Would you find it strange having me order you to change your gentle licking and sucking to more vicious bites?

Don’t worry; I’ll still domme you, still top you, still make you feel like you’re mine. But, right now, the pleasure that you can give me is pain.

Soon?

Soon?