It's May Day, Labour Day, International Workers' Day or whatever your country has decided to call today. When it comes to blogging, if there's something that I do not like to talk about, it's work. I think it's infinitely better to talk about sex than work because talking about sex is not as linear. Work can only go three ways: up, down or nowwhere. And while I'm sure talking about work is cathartic for some people, it's not for me. This prologue is done, and now it's time for some yummy stuff.

    During that involuntary hiatus, Neko and I had a couple of creamy fuck sessions. Here's a token taken during one of these sessions:

    Her cream was thick as mayo that day. It brings me great joy that she has acquired a taste for her own cream, something which I've found an immense turn-on since God-knows-when. There's just something so incredibly sexy about a girl who enjoys tasting her own cream. Initially she wasn't all that big on the idea but now, she's absolutely enthused about licking her own cream off my stick.

    I just love how her cream clung to my cockhair. Meat on meat, it was a lascivious drilling that made us drool. I alternated the tempo fast and slow, lazily lugging it in and out, or otherwise, punching it in relentlessly till flecks of her cream flew out like sparks. Hurtling towards our orgasm, I pulled my twitching pole out of her quivering hole, spilling and then spewing chaotic streaks of milky white all over her hair, face and mouth like a macho porno star.

This is Chloe Des Lysses. She was captured by a photographer named Dahmane in a series of photographs which were put into a book called Porn Art. I've been looking for a copy --- hard or soft --- for a while now. I haven't had much luck until I found this gallery which features a bunch of images from Porn Art. Well, it's better than nothing. Watch this space for I'll be posting a few more of my favourites soon.

There's something about these images that really turn me on. I found myself thinking about them long after I've seen them. As you can clearly see, Chloe has a rather pronounced anal fixation and loves having big, fat long things inserted up her ass. Though she's got a great ass and legs that seemed to go on forever, it's that expression on her face that gets to me all the time. Everything about her body language conveys the message that she's a whore who enjoys every bit of filth that she wallows in. Absolutely wanton, lewd beyond belief. And don't you think her expression seems to say that she knows something that we don't?

That she exudes a certain class --- which to me seems unmistakably French --- renders the images even more potent. I just love that calm mien of hers as she's getting it up the ass.  

    I mean, how can she be so nonchalant? It's as if she has somehow internalised the sensations, and has transcended the mere act of being lewd. I'm sure part of this effect can and should be attributed to the photographer, but just look at how carefree she seems. Intellectually I know it's a cold detachment that I see but yet the images make me restless. I mean, just look at this next image. That expression and smile on her face seem to belong to a regular photograph, rather than one with her having her asscheeks spread by some faceless man.

    I wonder if women find these images as arousing as I do. After all, I understand that, within the sexual fantasies of many women, the men are usually faceless and nameless, like this old geezer who's busy stuffing a dildo into her ass. It's just all horribly lewd, this idea of an old, ugly balding old man who's not only pawing her with his aged, freckled hands, but stuffing a fat dildo up her ass. And while he's doing that, she regards him with the demeanour of a woman who'shaving her measurements taken at the tailor's. It's as if she's completely used to the routine. But what's so fucking amazing is that she looks neither fazed nor bored.

    It's simply amazing how such a cool appearance can be so hot. The brazenness with which she indulges in the lewd acts is what stirs me. Not only is she a whore, she's a bitchy, cocky whore. And above every other word that is associated with insolence and shamelessness, she seems to be the very embodiment of the whore that you may fuck and suck in whatever and whichever you please, but would never, ever possess. The fact that you can spread her wide and make her suck your cock means absolutely nothing to her. A scary notion, but intriguing nonetheless.

    And the more beautiful and gorgeous she is, the more pain that she causes. Longing for something and not being able to possess that something is painful enough, but imagine being able to possess that something --- in this case, meaning indulging your every sexual whim and fancy --- and yet being left with a vague feeling of that something slipping away, as if you've never possessed it in the first place. Now that's something that's worse than pain.

     She sucks and fucks so well that any man who's enjoyed her body would want to possess her, but yet he can't, because she belongs to every man and no man. She is ever fleeting and forever beyond reach. And now that all's been said and done, does it mean that I'm a misogynist? Hardly, because I'm merely pointing out a woman who causes the kind of pain which only attachment to beautiful things can bring about. There's really something about a beautiful woman who chooses to wallow in the mire, simply because she serves as a reminder of the price we pay for our stint here in the sensual world.

*The gallery can be found here. 

Sometimes you wanna just get straight down to business and get it over with. Short and sweet, jerk off and go to sleep. Though I know I'll definitely succumb to a short clip or movie, here's an image for starters as I grease up my meat for some harsh grinding. I don't know about you, but for some reason, I'm in the mood for large breasts and meaty cunts.

The monsoon season is upon us again, and with rain comes the need for raincoats. (Plastic ones please, and preferably disposable and yellow). Ever since Niagara Falls, I've had this erotic fascination with raincoats, albeit a minor one. There's just something incredibly sexy about a sexy body wrapped in transparent plastic. It's all rather fetishistic of course, but for all its sadomasochistic connotations, the seed of my fascination was not sown when I watched my first rubber-fetish flick, but the moment when I came across a couple of images in an issue of Mayfair that belonged to my father. I'm fortunate enough to have located these images, which you can see here in this post.

    In terms of practicality, I've always preferred umbrellas over raincoats because somehow, the latter seems kinda tacky. A couple of days ago, however, Neko told me that she bought a disposable raincoat for me and successfully coerced me into using it. Though a little short, I thought it did a far better job than an umbrella. Plus, it came with a hood.  

    After using it, it got me thinking. Wouldn't it be great to photograph Neko wearing a transparent raincoat? I told her about it, and she agreed, but not before having playfully derided me for being such a fucking pervert.  

    When I woke up this morning, she was already wearing the raincoat with absolutely nothing underneath, waiting for me to photograph her. The following are some shots, and rest assured we'll be taking more soon.

    The now-you-see-it-now-you-don't effect coupled with the squeaky sound of the material is enough to make me want to spray my come all over her plastic-covered bits. It's that whole hypernaked appearance, where her ass and cunt seemed more naked than naked, more exposed than exposed beneath the transparency of the plastic raincoat.

    Even writing about it now is getting me horny. As I ran my hands all over her ass, I wondered if she was getting turned on too. When I pulled the material taut over the gentle slopes of her ass, voila! Her lips were wet and stuck to the thin plastic sheet. Seeing this, I made her hike it up and thus exposed her deliciously meaty cunt for me to see.  

   Almost everything can be explained, and through explanations, everything runs the risk of being explained away. It's not really important why I find transparent raincoats erotic. What's important is that it makes me want to do the dirty with her while she's wearing it till the plastic is smeared with her cream and splattered with my thick, chunky come.

Today was a Sunday that wasn't spent like a Sunday at all. Helped a friend to move, again, so half the day was spent on physical exertion of the non-sexual kind. As fatigue began to seep through my body, I found myself itching for some rough sex with Neko. I wanted to fuck till my body surrendered itself to sleep. But sex didn't happen of course, and after the moving was done, Neko and I went to the mall and did some shopping. Though I was tired, I found myself lazily feeding my eyes with notable female forms parading all over the mall. I went up to the roof for a cigarette and saw the sunset glowing like the embers of my subdued desires. 

   We had a quick dinner and had a couple of drinks right after. Saw a number of people who made made us wonder what kind of sex lives they had, based on the ways in which they were dressed.

    When Neko and I reached home, we didn't have sex, though because we had wanted to in a rather half-hearted sort of way. If the desire to fuck is half-hearted, then it's probably better if we didn't do it. So we didn't, and she watched tv as I put this post together.

    A few stories have been cooking in my head lately, but somehow I haven't managed to dish it out properly. Incomplete vision seems to be the problem. When I write fiction, I have to "see" it before I can write it well. Otherwise it'll sound all phony and forced. Conversely, when I truly "see" the story, and Inspiration is around, the story practically writes itself. When I came across these jpegs below, I immediately saw the potential of a story that revolved around her dark, textured cunt.  

   She's a neighbour who inadvertently, carelessly, exposes her swollen cunt to me. There's probably going to be no sex involved, just the tension and anguish of having suffered the devastating sight of her dark, textured labia sticking out like the greasy, unholy tongue and lips of some vile lecher.

      I stood there speechless as she revealed her peach-shaped ass to me. Then I shut down the world and went to sleep.

Somedays you just don't feel like doing anything at all, and wanna just laze around all day doing nothing. Well, not everyone is that lucky. At this stage of my life, things are semi-charmed at best. I just have to keep working and keep moving. I remember a time when I neither appreciated nor understood the merit of hard work. Now I do.

    I'm pretty anal when it comes to putting any form of work together, and this includes writing. But it's such a fucking chore sometimes. And yet I hate seeing anything superfluous and unnecessary. It's strange though because in regards to other aspects of my life, I'm pretty messy and disorganised.

    I was lazing around, lying on the bed, smoking a cigarette when my cock became fat all of a sudden. It's a hot day, and I only had a pair of briefs on, so I yanked down my briefs and saw my thing lying there against my belly like a fat slug, not exactly superhard, but very bloated. 

    Ah yes, I thought. Time for another post, why not? 

    I wanna find out more about my libido, and this blog's gonna help me do it.  

It was a long day, and although I really wanna let out some steam and bitch about it, I think it's probably better if I stick to my promise and keep this blog work-unrelated. So here's an image of Chloe proudly sitting on a dildo showing off her well-fucked asshole and the expanse of her ass.

If you're a Japorn aficionado like me, you've probably come across those little trailers/extras that come with the DVD. There's been more than once when I felt that the trailers were better than the feature itself. I like how those porn vignettes are so concise and economical. Warm-up is fine, but there are times when you simply want to get to the juicy bits right away and get off with a bang. You know what they say, desperate times call for desperate measures, and with this current pace of life, I think that porn should start looking more like music videos. In fact, an entire feature-length porn film should consist of nothing more than a series of well-shot and well-edited vignettes put together in the spirit of a music video. I think as far as porn is concerned, an evolution towards the postmodern pastiche is the way to go. Plus, it makes jerking off to porn so much more convenient, don't you think?

Teenage girl watches a bunch of Daddy's --- or Mommy's --- porn and carelessly lets her newfound knowledge trickle out for me to see.

"Since there aren't enough seats, maybe I should sit on your lap," you shamelessly suggested.

    In a perfect world without consequences I might consider your offer and then offer you more, but this is an imperfect world and furthermore I have somehow lost the taste for baby food such as you. My sword of right and wrong used to be plastic, but now it is tempered steel. So shut your mouth and stop being such a wannabe slut. The porn you've watched is not the world you live, and I know this because I have watched more porn than you ever will.  

When you're in a good mood,  the world suddenly seems such a much better place. Smiles come easy and teenage breasts remind you of fresh fruits that you want to suck but are not eager to pluck. You are able to disarm with ease any sort of flirtation that slithers out of from the mouths of precocious girls. Your cock is well-rested and safely-tucked in your pants, neither eager for a suck nor a fuck nor anything in between. You are your own sovereign self, at peace with the world around you. You look up and see the big bright sunny sky, and you think it fucking rocks because you have the rest of the day to do as you please.

I sure hope you like BIG TITTIES, because I'll soon be doing a mega-special on some of my favourite largemilk images from my collection.

For the benefit of all devoted fans of the female breasts, I've decided to make the ***TITTIES SPECIAL*** that I've promised a week-long affair. If the occasion calls for it, there will be other-oriented posts of course, but rest assured that the theme of Notes from My Libido for this week will be mostly largemilk. So, without further ado, here's another one of my favourites.

   I like how her very large and very likely pendulous breasts are hanging over the silky-smooth material of the candy-striped couch, which reminds me of a dirty little cartoon strip I saw as a child, when a tired man rested his head between a pair of large breasts in an effort to alleviate his splitting headache. The woman, presumably his wife, then proceeded to bounce, jiggle and shake her massive natural cushions against the sides of his head till a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Hi. This is the ninth month since the day I started this blog. Blogging is indeed a good way to keep track of certain things, and I've chosen to keep track, of all things, matters that pertain to my libido. Here you will find text and images of a very sexual and pornographic nature, and occasionally, moody pieces.

    So that's it, cos' brevity is the soul of wit they say.
 

This post is dedicated to everyone who, like me, developed a keen taste for female breasts as a result of having been exposed to tantalising glimpses of cleavages at a very young age.

    Frankly, do you remember? 

    I do.

    Female relatives, friends of the family, a weekend visit to the swimming pool, their wet breasts splashing in the chlorinated water that stung my nostrils and choked my throat. And as they spoke to me, I noticed them, those hanging breasts, and that sacred space between them.  

    You know, I believe that the seed of all our adult fetishes were sown the moment adults behaved carelessly in front of us when we were children. This much of Freud I agree with anyway.

    Children are acutely attentive creatures, and they often pay the most attention when adults are least aware of them, or when adults patronise them and see them as mere children. In saying this, I'm not assigning blame. But then again, I happen to be one of those children who turned out well, and by "well," I mean well-socialised.

   In a previous post, I mentioned the essence of the human libido, about how I think it's alright for our desires to be so vile and dangerous as long as we do not act on them. We have a word for people who can't control their impulses and can't tell the difference between thought and action, right and wrong, and it's sociopathic.

   Despite what some ersatz intellectual or philosopher might have to say about subjectivity and objectivity, there are certain actions which are simply wrong, for instance, using your lust to hurt another.

   Oops, I'm afraid that the tone of this post has taken a turn for the austere, so here's another image that would resonate with your earliest memories of cleavages, or mammaries. (Sorry, I simply couldn't resist that dumbass pun there). This is how I imagine my sexy neighbour's breasts to be had she shown them to me back when I was a teenage chronic masturbator.

The week is almost up, and so's the ***TITTIES SPECIAL!!!***. To be honest, it's a rather excellent way to ease the pressure of having to write a good post a day, everyday. So there's gonna be another special next week, and here's a sample of things to come:

I don't know about you, but while some breasts remind me of fruits, certain breasts remind me of eggs.

These, however, remind me of the aunt whom I never had, literally.

01. The Sturdy Table

As Neko and I stepped into the house, the first thing I noticed was the brand new dinner table. It was round and made of some heavy wood, very likely oak. The legs of the table looked exceptionally sturdy, hence no more irritating creaks and shakes during dinner. The Spring Festival would be here in about three months, and this was probably the reason why my aunts have replaced the old table. During the annual reunion dinner, the number of relatives who visited the house came close to twenty.

02. The Routine of Hungry Eyes

I don't know why, but lately I've been listening to mainly downtempo music. I woke up that morning and lay in bed with the headphones on. Though the curtains were down, I knew it was drizzling outside because the air was thick with the scent of rain. Neko was on her way to Shanghai for an assignment, and I was alone in the house with my aunt. I soon fell asleep again.

    When I woke up again it was already ten. The rain had stopped and the curtains glowed a fiery red. I pulled off the headphones and heard scrubbing in the bathroom. I got off the bed and reached for my camera.

    Her cunt was hairy as ever, and her ass was round like a peach, just as before. There was no one else in the house so I relaxed and took my time. I alternated between peeping with my eyes and snapping with my camera. There were some truly good shots. The transgression made me restless and I had the impulse to bury my nose into her mass of unkempt pubic hair and take in the scent of her cunt. 

03. Restless

For the rest of the day, my heart was filled with a tension that I couldn't seem to shake off. She asked me if I wanted to eat at home, I declined and decided to go out instead. After some pretty average sushi, I went window-shopping on my own. A friend who happened to run a DVD shop called and told me that he had some good shit for me. We agreed to meet for dinner and quite likely coffee after that.

    My friend came alone for dinner, and his squeeze of the month joined us later for coffee. I didn't fail to notice her awesome body and how her eyes twinkled as she spoke, but my mind was somewhere else. I kept thinking about my aunt who was alone at home. I wondered what she was up to, and it was terribly difficult for my mind not to slip into the gutter.

    When I reached home, the lights were out. She must already be asleep I thought, so there goes another opportunity to spy on her voluptuous ass. After a hot shower I tried to sleep, but somehow, I couldn't. I was feeling a little peckish, so I decided to go downstairs for a quick bite. As I was about to step down the stairs, I noticed that the lights in the dining room were on.

04. Early Morning Snack

I had wanted to feed my stomach, but I ended up feeding my eyes instead. Right on top of that brand new table with the sturdy legs was my very naked aunt bouncing herself silly on an ebony dildo. The colour made me wonder if she had a thing for black dicks. As I devoured the spectacle with my hungry eyes, I couldn't believe my luck for that entire scenario was something straight out of Penthouse Forum. I mean, come on, nephew stumbles upon his aunt fucking herself with a dildo, and then aunt and nephew proceed to fuck each other's brains out. And by now, my cock would be standing straight up in my shorts, but it wasn't. Frankly I was more shocked than turned on by this turn of events, and I seriously wondered if she hadn't planned for me to stumble upon this.  

    As shock gradually gave way to curiosity, I wanted to see just how far she would go. Judging from the amount of cream that was oozing down the length of that mid-sized dildo, I deduced that she must've been at it for a good ten minutes at least. I remember thinking to myself how nice it would've been to have seen this from the start, when she began stuffing that rubber cock into her itching hole.

    I found it adorable how she made an effort to muffle and modulate her cries of pleasure. Perhaps she wasn't counting on me to stumble upon her little tryst with her secret friend after all, but then again, who knows?

    Though I climbed back into bed that morning feeling even more restless than before, I fell asleep almost immediately.

05. The Routine Loses Its Appeal

As usual, I woke up the next morning with a veritable stick in my boxers. I tossed and I turned, and I pressed my hard cock against the soft mattress. I heard the creak of the bathroom door, and I considered getting up to snap more pictures of her asscunt, but I continued lying there instead. 

06. Lunch with Auntie  

Though the weather was good that day, I felt like staying at home. Thinking back, I was probably anticipating, yearning even, for something to happen. At about noon she told me that she would be heading to the hairdresser's. Whenever I'm totally alone in a house, I'm always taken over by this strange excitement. After she left, I promptly went upstairs to see if I could locate her secret friend. Alas, no luck, so I took a nap. When I woke up, it was already past lunch time. I had hardly eaten anything since morning, save for a cup of coffee and two slices of toast. I was hungry and my stomach was growling.

    Half an hour later I heard the sound of tyres crunching gravel. She entered the house with her hair all nicely-done and a couple of plastic bags in tow. Minutes later we were sitting at the wooden table having lunch together. I couldn't stop thinking about how just this morning she was getting fucked by a dildo in that spot right in front of me. Conversation with her went on as usual, with nary a detectable change of tone in my voice, which was easier than I had expected, considering what I had seen just right before I went to bed this morning.

07. Brazen

I guess I had wanted to give it one last try. After dinner --- she cooked a simple meal --- I monopolised the television and the DVD player. I flipped through the stash of so-called good shit that my friend had passed to me the day before, picked one and slipped it into the player. As I did this, she was doing the dishes in the kitchen. By the time she stepped into the living room, there was already fucking on the television. To be honest, the porno itself wasn't very good, but the very idea of watching porn in front of my aunt got me so excited I felt like shitting my pants.

08. The Taste of My Aunt

I couldn't believe how good her taste was. The picture quality was crisp beyond belief, and the action, well, it was one of the filthiest --- if not the filthiest --- bukkake videos I've ever seen in my entire life. The fact that the DVD belonged to her, and she was watching it with me made everything seem more wretched than it already was. Though inside I was close to dying from exhilaration, I didn't let it show. Instead, I slowly pulled down my shorts and brought my cock out into the open. 

09.  The Fuse is Lit

And so that was how it happened. Our pent-up tension and the vapours of lust that were finally ignited by that flickering spark of the bukkake DVD. While still stroking my cock, I got up and she promptly got down on her knees to ready me for some meat-on-meat drilling.

10. Wallowing Like Pigs

So there we were, helplessly entwined in an uncontrolled manifestation of our lust. I looked down at where we were joined and saw the devastation. Unbelievably tight from years of prolonged neglect, her cunt gripped and milked me like some loathsome squid, devouring me as it was, with the sticky suction of her hole.

    Feeling unable to withstand it any longer, I sought a distraction and unashamedly moved in for a kiss. She reciprocated, and I kissed her with a fervour that was matched only by my slow, deliberate thrusts from behind. 

“It’s been so long,” she managed between laboured breaths.
“Keep quiet,” I whispered.

11. Culmination

We separated momentarily to switch positions. Had she been Neko, I would’ve made sure she licked her own cream off my pole before resuming. But she wasn’t Neko, and moments later she was bouncing up and down my cock like a woman possessed. I wasn’t capable of ejaculating in that position, thus I ended up wanking out my boiling tension all over her face and hair. As I watched her playing with my thick, chunky come on her face, a deep sense of guilt began creeping into me. My heart began to sink for I knew that a brand new chapter of sin had begun.

*B-Sides and Bonus Tracks

Oh the things I can tell you about my aunt. Neko and I have been peeping at her for some time now. Verily, there is a happy ending to this story for everyone involved, because although she's my aunt, we're not related in blood. My mother was an adopted child, so any guilt on our part for the transgressions was a mere formality. 

    I would've love to tell you that my aunt has a completely voluptuous body endowed with large-nippled breasts and an ass to die for, but then it wouldn't be true to the story. She had breasts, but they're not large and pendulous the way I would want them to be, but she does have really pert and dark-looking nipples that reminded us of raisins and bullets.

    What made the peeping so exciting for me and Neko was my aunt's perfectly rounded ass and her inordinately hairy cunt. Just talking about it made the both of us itch in ways that can only be settled through a rough session of hot, messy sex. We just love how all that untrimmed pubic hair  hang down like fine, black spindly roots as she's squatting there scrubbing her panties.

    We had her routine down to a science by now. After locking the door, she would first brush her teeth. Then she strips down. After which she would squat down and start washing her panties. The first time we saw what we saw, we almost couldn't believe our own eyes. That shock of thick, black hair between my aunt's thighs was shocking, to say the least. And shock eventually gave way to an almost religious fascination with my aunt's hairy cunt. Each time Neko and I visited, we would never miss an opportunity to peep at her.

    So there I was, on that wet morning, desperately wanting to pee and feeling unbelievably horny, and suddenly realising that she was in there doing her thing. It's amazing how fast the brain processes information. Within a second, I realised that I can peep all I want, without any fear of being caught, because there was no one else in the house. My other aunts have gone out with one of their mutual friends and would not be home till after dinner. I know this because they told me the day before. 

    I scrambled back into the guest room, rummaged through my bag for the camera, found it, and scrambled back to the spot in record time. I was relieved when I heard that she was still scrubbing. I knelt down, and with my face against the cool, linoleum floor, I took in with my eyes that familiar sight of her gloriously naked ass and hairy cunt.

A search at dictionary.com for the definition of callipygian would yield the following: "having beautifully proportioned buttocks." Well, last night, Neko and I visited the romantically-lit coffeeshop where the beer promoter with the beautifully proportioned buttocks worked. Her wonderful backside inspired this previous post.

    My point is this: certain things induce certain reactions. For instance, when we see a piece of shit, we naturally take steps to avoid it. And when a man sees a beautifully rounded ass, his first reaction is to reach out and grab it and knead it like some magic dough. Perhaps this explains why some men are stupid enough to molest air stewardesses and their colleagues at work.

    That night, it was just my luck that we sat so close to the station for empty beer bottles. As I was chatting with Neko, I kept getting distracted, and instead of pretending that I wasn't distracted, I renewed Neko's attention to that almost perfect specimen of female ass.

    I'm sure the waitress was well aware of the kind of effect she had on most of the male patrons. As she walked, her asscheeks jiggled ever so slightly, signifying their springy firmness. You could even discern the outline of her panties, which was an added bonus to say the least. An ass like that would be perfect for panties of the transparent kind. Watching her pulling them off slowly, or pulling them off myself would definitely be a most exquisite experience.

At the pinnacle of ejaculation and orgasm, there is a pinpoint moment when a singular thought appears. It's often in the form of what I have deemed to be a simultaneous ocurence of observation, question and analysis, which belies the extent of philosophical poisoning within my psyche. It's a little like that elusive, razor-sharp line between wakefulness and sleep, where only thoughts of a certain colour seem to appear. It's also reminiscent of a drug-induced high, but minus the intoxicating effects that often leave me feeling lousy.

I don't usually find fairy tale hair a turn-on, but with an ass like that, I'm willing to compromise and put such trivial things behind us, literally.

     And do take kind notice that in the image below, there is a trace of cream at the mouth of her, um, nether entrance.

Please take note that the scheduled ***CALLIPYGIAN SPECIAL!!!*** will be interrupted shortly due to upcoming brand new creamy images.

    First she blows me till I swell up like a fat, sticky bottle. Then she pulls off her panties and climbs on. A rustle of pubic hair, skin on skin, and with a bit of effort, it slips in, meat on meat. Very soon, we are welcomed by the squishy, starchy sounds of fucking. She grips the dry sheets and sinks her teeth into me. I lock her ass in position for some tough pumping action. Penetrating, photographing, photographing, penetrating. I show the shots to her, and she reacts, horrified, like a clueless teenage girl.

   I pull out, and she taste-tests her own cream.

    Then we assume a new position. Missionary, to facilitate my photography. When my cock is buried in her quim after a long hiatus, I'm often overcome by the desire to be swallowed whole by her hole.

   Like our genitalia, constructivism is a term loaded with meaning. As I drill for cream, I take a snapshot from below. The imposing pillars of our limbs, my balls hanging over the devastating sight/site, pubic hair snaking out like wires, the hard hat dome of her ass and my cream-laden tool relentlessly pumping into her.

   Snapping, pumping. Pumping, snapping. As more and more cream appears, the suction of her swollen meat holds on to me with a mounting desperation.

It's always good to wake up with a bunch of things in my mind that I want to blog about. I dreamed, but I couldn't quite remember the details. The residual memory tells me that they were sexy and erotic, rather than pornographic. If they were pornographic, they would be wet dreams wouldn't they?

    Well, I haven't had a wet dream for a long time now. The first I had was when I was eleven, and starred Tanya Roberts, whose breasts I was somehow obsessed with after watching The Beastmaster. For those of you who are familiar with the movie, it's the scene where, amidst her ample cleavage, she french-kissed Marc Singer while they were crossing the river. 

    I used to keep a journal beside my bed to jot down the memories of my dreams while they're still fresh in my mind. Perhaps I should do this again, and blog about my notable dreams.

    But this is not really what I want to talk about today. It's the comments that's been made by dennis which got me thinking about a few things. I asked dennis what is it about my images is different from other sundry pornographic images that can be found all over the www and he said that it's because they're "clear and sharp," and "fresh" because "it is accompanied by a sizzling and very personal story."

    Well he's definitely got a point, and in order to sharpen the observation further, I believe that it is the contextualisation of the images that makes them effective for more "jaded" folks like us anyway, who do not get all worked up over any porn image. In a way, this brings into focus McLuhan's notion of figure and ground. And perhaps this is the reason for my discontent with Western porn. It's a freakshow that's defined by its glaring lack of context where it's all doing and no feeling.

    Whenever I start thinking about what turns me on in porn, I often find myself longing for the days when porn wasn't such an accepted part of everything, when it was more clandestine, more illicit and more forbidden. Right now, porn is mostly something banal, and I loathe boredom, banality and anything trite and glib with a passion.  

With hope, this is the definitive forward and sticky entry for Notes from My Libido.

Consider this blog an extension of my libido. This means that anything notable that surfaces as a result of my libido will have a place here, which generally means text and images of a very pornographic nature. By virtue of this, the content of this blog is geared towards a mature audience. So if you're a hormone-bloated kid who only knows the physical aspect of fucking and nothing about the other aspects, please keep your excitement to yourself. Don't leave idiotic comments like, "Anyone wants to get laid with a shit-head male like me?" If you've got nothing better to say, just shut the fuck up.

    As for anyone else who stumbles upon this blog, please feel free to comment on any content that touches you in anyway. No man or woman is an island, hence any serious comments are always appreciated. If you prefer to email, I can be reached at kinkylube [at] gmail [dot] com

It's gonna be a pretty busy week ahead, so I've decided to let the ***CALLIPYGIAN SPECIAL!!!*** run for a couple more days. Hope you won't mind the surplus of ass images for the time being.

Mrs Lim was out in her garden, trimming her bush again this morning. After she was done, I went back into the house and into my room. I searched for a visual surrogate of her body --- her breasts in particular --- and masturbated furiously till I spilled my young seed everywhere.

Neko and I had one of the best fucks ever yesterday morning. At the crack of dawn, I awoke with a superstiff banana in my briefs. I promptly initiated the sex which we kinda agreed on the day before. What I meant was that the day before, we were out having lunch when we admitted to each other that we were in dire need of a good fuck. Later in the afternoon we had to travel down to __________ for an impromptu assignment, and so by the time we reached home it was already two in the morning, and we were simply too tired to fuck.

    Then came that crack of dawn, when I awoke all of a sudden with that unbelievably hard cock in my briefs. I promptly began feeling her up, and within seconds her panties were off and I was nudging my way into her already wet hole. What seemed curious to me at that time was the lack of protest on her part, for it was her habit to protest too much when roused from her sleep, even when she was as horny as can be.

    We spooned it for a few minutes till things became all sticky and starchy. I pulled out and sat down on the bed with my legs spread wide, a more than blatant hint that I was badly in need of some oral. It surprised me, albeit pleasantly, that she was so hungry for cock that she ignored me completely and promptly presented her ass to me for some doggie. I acquiesced, of course, and dabbed my cockhead with some of her cream before sticking it in for all its worth.

    The synaesthesia of wet, sticky sounds, the sensation of her cock-gripping cunt muscles and that pungent scent of her cunt made for an experience that I can only describe as maddening.

A sunny day + my libido = images of women and young girls with hot bodies on the beach, frolicking to the downtempo tunes in my head.

There's a reason why I enjoy kissing scenes in porno. When you're engaged in a kiss, a part of your soul is invested in the act. This might make me sound awfully old-fashioned and anachronistic I know, but for me, kissing is an expression of love. I've said this before I think, but love makes sex better. And as I wrote to one of my readers, this doesn't mean that just because there's love, sex should have a reason to not be filthy and hardcore. As a matter of fact, I think that in porno, the element of love actually has the potential of rendering the sex even filthier.