Not unlike legions and legions of people out there, I can't help but procrastinate, and it often makes me wonder why. I mean, if we were given all the time in the world to procrastinate, would we still do it? I could really use some sleep right now, but here I am seated in front of the monitor, typing my smutty shit for all the world to see, yet again.

    Sex with Neko has been great. Really awesome. It's amazing how hot sex becomes after a well-defined period of deprivation. It can quite literally turn you into a fucking animal. Just look at me lapping up all the cream with such fervour and abandon. I simply couldn't get enough. She was sitting on the couch in front of the tv wearing her favourite nightie, and the crucial fact was that, she wasn't wearing any panties at all. (Ah fuck. Just thinking about it now is giving me the tingles. And I can't very well jerk off now because if I do, waking up in two hours will be absolute hell.) 

    Anyway, there she was, sitting there, minus her panties, in a totally unlady-like manner. I mean, what was I supposed to do? After all, blessed is the man who, when in the presence of his woman's beautiful cunt, resistance is always futile. As my defenses collapsed, my cock hardened. 

    She remained in that position as I gently nudged my pole's way home. Our faces got real close and we kissed, the slippery movements of our tongues making us hornier and hornier. She twitched, and I felt girlish tingles somewhere in my cock. Fully aware that I was going to be surprised, I didn't look down where my cock was already half-buried in her. It was, after all, an impromptu fuck, and impromptu fucks being what they are, copious amounts of cream were guaranteed. I breathed in the scent of her neck and her hair, and I nibbled her ear, which always made her squirm in that way that stirred the sadistic side of me. But I was relentless, and soon she was caught up in that trance we called brutal lovemaking, all eyes pressed shut and furrowed brow.

    I was not disappointed when I looked down, and promptly collected my reward with eager tongue and mouth. The best cream that the world has to offer, bar none. I had wanted to let her lick it off my stick, but I didn't. Instead, our tongues met again for a kiss, and we shared that precious bounty in our mouths, the stuff reminding me vaguely the texture of melted chocolate.

   Without a word, she got off the couch and got into that familiar --- but never outdated --- position. I held onto her prostrated thighs and effortlessly slipped into her creamy hole. In the end, as you can see from the images, I spurted and sputtered a mega-load of my own cream all over her rotund, upturned ass.
 

     

To be seduced by the action on the pages, enlarging the pictures of my cock and her cunt, our creamy fucking, our own personal blow-up. The images of my cock as a lighthouse, being fellated, hard, turgid, stroking, pulling, yanking the moist foreskin up and down with her teeth, the sensations sending shards of electricity up and down my spine.

What a thrill, having a cock, owning it and keeping it, having it as a thing to play with, this fat and juicy, thick and swollen mushroomhead cock. Stroking its rugged length till a drop of come appears on the tip, and once again, electricity ripples through my spine, oh how my pulsating cockhead throbs, glowing, growing, swelling. It's such a thrill exposing my cock to you. Looking at those pictures of my hard, swollen cock makes me want to suck it too (I feel it at the back of my throat). Those pictures of my cock being propped up, the mushroomhead swollen to a fleshy, meaty cap, the freeplay of veins beneath the tightly stretched skin, curly squiggly veins close to popping, the texture of its entire length reminiscent of tree trunks, coarse, uneven and full of wonderful bumps, ribbed for (your) extra pleasure. Treat it with disrespect, handle it roughly, love it with abuse. Bite it, scrape it, yank the foreskin with your teeth.

 

The rooftop of the building where I worked always reminds me of Happy Together. Each time I stepped onto the rooftop I see Lai Yiu-Fai and Ho Po-Wing sitting around doing nothing on a Sunday afternoon. It's not a modern building, only three storeys high, but from the rooftop you can catch a splendid view of the mountains.

    I led her by the hand when I brought her up there that day. Seemed romantic enough, but I've wanted to make her feel brand new, like a little girl. She was wearing her usual: a one-piece dress, dark-coloured, maroon. I found out that Alex has never brought her up there before. She told me that he had asked her before, but she has never been interested, until that day. So there we were, under the afternoon sun, dark clouds amassing in the distance, where the majestic mountains were.

   I hiked her dress up and exposed her ass to the mountains. She has stopped wearing panties since the last time we had sex. She was already moist, and a few strokes up and down her slit soon got her juices flowing. She moaned quietly and twitched a couple of times as I held her tight with an arm secured around her waist.

   Propped against the wall with her legs spread wide, she held her dress up for me as I snapped pictures of her. This is absolutely retro-porn, I had thought, what with that dress and hairstyle of hers. Still propped against the wall, I made her sit down facing the sun. She spread her thighs and under the shade of her hiked-up dress you could see her wild, chaotic bush. She squinted as she shaded her eyes with a hand. I took a few shots. Then I pulled her up with a hand and she dusted her ass as we walked away.

   I took her to the back of the shed and took out my cock. She looked at me and then began to kneel down but I stopped her and asked her to turn around instead. I pulled her dress up and slipped my cock into her. We fucked this way for a while, alternating between standing and kneeling, holding up one of her thighs as I went in and out of her, or else pounding into her from behind with her on all fours. She was so wet that day. Her cream dripped all the way down to my balls and I made her lick it all up before tasting it in her mouth. A warm breeze was blowing as we kissed, and then a line came into my head. Sour cream on a sunny afternoon, on the rooftop, where we fucked like dogs.
 

There's a new clerk at the centre, and naturally, she's female, and a pretty hot one at that. Since the word "hot", when used to describe desirable women, has become so cheapened and overused, let me explain what I mean when I say that she's hot.

    I had to photocopy something today, and enlisted her help because whenever I try to do it myself, my boss will keep lamenting about what's the use of having a clerk when we have to do everything ourselves. I suppose he's got a point there. 

    As I was explaining to her which pages I needed and how much to enlarge, I felt that my cognitive signals were being jammed by the visual sensation of her breasts, their delicious shape bringing to mind the voluptuous curvature of mangoes. Thank God for my having been properly socialised, or else I would have copped a feel, you know, grabbed her tits and shit. And once these things get started, it just keeps going. I started paying attention to her ass, her tight waist, her face and lips, and not needing to even imagine nor fantasise, I saw how her body folded against mine as we got into various sexual positions. The fact that she was nonchalant throughout as she worked the photocopy machine while I was standing there agitated my mind even more, as it kept that strange thrill boiling inside me. I mean, had she started to become flirtatious it would've killed  some of the excitement, though for most of you out there it would've surely amplified the thrill. I suppose what happened this afternoon was that I could smell her sex.

    Maybe one of the remedies for the sad state of Western porn footage is that the female performers should spend more time being dressed, and less on acting so goddamned sexed-up all the time. I mean, what could  be hotter than a full-breasted woman clad in a tight t-shirt braless with her nipples poking into your eyes? Yeah, there are things which are hotter than this but it's a just figure of speech alright. Yet another turn-on would be a woman getting slowly turned-on in front of the camera, rather than OH YEAH OH YEAH right from the start all the way to the end. I mean this is one reason why I've always been more attracted to seemingly "good" girls. You know, the type who never dress to kill with half her tits tumbling out. For me it's all very simple. Once a person is already so sexed-up in public, how much sexier can she get when she's in a more private and intimate context? Like BB King sang, the thrill is gone baby. No surprises waiting for you, except the kind that leaves your mouth gaping wide, stupefied. Just imagine, taking this supersexy chick home for an almost guaranteed one-night-stand only to discover a closet virgin who spouts you a line that she's not really all that ready to have sex. Well, to be fair, I'm sure that there are exceptions out there, but personally I'm not interested in overtly sexy women because I'm slave to the kink of being pleasantly, and occasionally, mindblowingly surprised by so-called "good girls".

    Well, I've got to jerk off now (Neko's on the rag) and then get some sleep. If things go well, we'll get to peep at some really hairy cunts this weekend. Let's just hope that they haven't covered that crack at the bottom of the door.