To me, good porn is made out of good bodies and a good context, driven by an unbridled lust for sex. As the footage unfolds, all the viewer can discern is the unleashing of a strong libido. Most of contemporary Western porn are a waste of time for me, and on truly rare occasions when I do come across one that seems promising, it's got fire, but no soul.

I think it's about time that I call it a day for the ***CALLIPYGIAN SPECIAL!!!***

    There's a brand new special lined up for next week of course. But I'm having a little trouble deciding whether it should be pudenda-themed or retro-themed. Feel free to offer some suggestions if you want to. Meanwhile, here's another shot of a great pair of buttocks. Blonde girls don't usually do much for me, but that's a real good-looking ass. More of Bruno Bisang's work can be found here.

A man's erection is his weakness; she wraps her fingers around his pride and joy and starts stroking him. That sound of rolling skin being pulled back and forth, there on the couch, the two of them, his cock sticking out into the makeshift tube of her stroking hand.

    Seeing the increasing relevance of her strokes, she becomes bolder, and moves closer. She parts her ruby-red lips, and begins to lick and nibble his earlobe. He twitches, she notices this, then pauses. As she sizes him up with her eyes, she feels completely at ease with the power that she is wielding in her hands.

    Meanwhile he doesn't dare look at her. After all, he knows what she looks like. She's sitting there wearing a conservative dress with her legs crossed.  Instead of his cock, she could well be holding a glass of wine or a cigarette in her hand. The nonchalance of her demeanour, that's part of what makes him so restless. He keeps thinking to himself, for God's sakes, she's playing with my cock, and yet, she seems so fucking calm about the whole thing. He wants to grab those large tits beneath her layers of clothes, but he can't, because he doesn't dare, so he helplessly allows himself to be subjugated.

    She places a hand on the back of his head and pulls him in for a kiss. Sealed in a deep kiss, he grimaces, and she knows that he is near. She breaks away from the kiss and they both turn to watch the approach of his orgasm.

There's a name for porn that was produced during the good ol' days when natural meant natural, as opposed to the notion of natural being twisted via sophistry into some other meaning that has very little to do with anything remotely natural, like this blatantly graceless sentence. It's called vintage porn, and personally, the word vintage doesn't quite go down well with me, because the word vintage reminds me of vintage cars, which I'm plainly not interested. (If you must know, I'm into American Muscle, which is about the only thing that I can seriously appreciate about America right now.)

    We are a generation raised on porn. By the same token, generations upon generations are being raised on porn. For my generation, those who are in their thirties, porn has pretty much done its job in shaping our sexual tastes.  And what about the present generation, and the next? How is porn shaping them? What sort of sexual taste and aesthetics are being formed even as we speak? Are there studies on these sort of things?

    Culture and Pornography.

    Pornography and Its Impact on Human Sexuality.

    I suppose I can go on and on about theories about how our sexuality is developed, fetishes, sublimation, fixations and whatnot, but why waste time on ho-hum mental onanisms such as these when I can talk about my favourite erotic things and share them with you? 

    Take this image for example. Black and white, somewhat grainy, but yet so raw. All that hair on her, thick and luxuriant as some wild bush gone haywire, those delicious-looking puffy nipples on those large breasts which are, beyond the shadow of a doubt, not silicone-enhanced. 

    Welcome to a week-long celebration of retro-porn.  

Image taken from www.taschen.com

We now bring you an interruption to our scheduled ***VINTAGE MANIA!!! special. The pair of buttocks featured in this image is so shapely that I simply can't wait till next week to post it. So here it is, with two different orientations for your pleasure. But whichever way you choose to look at it, it's still a great-looking ass.

Now we know whence came the inspiration for Spiderman's costume.

If you have a thing for Sean Young, you'll see the resemblance here.

Neko and I will be away for the weekend to take care of some business. So here's a couple more vintage pics to tide you through the weekend. Have a good one, people.

Oh, what a weekend it was! I returned with a load of inspiration, so hang in there while I sort it all out. There will be new images and stories coming soon. For now, here's an image of Neko's rear.

Masturbation is an instance of self-abuse when your state of arousal has left. And no matter how appetising the porn in front of you seems to be, you know you're no longer turned on. It's just like dancing now that the party's over.

I belong in the masses and I want my opiate. Pornography, cigarettes, music, films and coffee. Someone has said that it is impossible to reach the aim without suffering. I think I heard this once on a Robert Fripp album. Never mind the suffering; it is the restlessness that makes me long for Rumi's field that is beyond wrongdoing and rightdoing, where, when the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about.

My mood has been sucky since this morning; apparently a fever is impending. My throat is already sore, and it'd be joy to be on sick leave for the next few days, not to watch footie mind you, but to simply do nothing.

    There was a heavy thunderstorm this afternoon, and I was sitting at a table on the five foot way of a coffeeshop having a Coke and a couple of smokes. Looking at the relentlessly pouring rain reminded me of a few lines from Hagakure.

    There is something to be learned from a rainstorm. When meeting with a sudden shower, you try not to get wet and run quickly along the road. But doing such things as passing under the eaves of houses, you still get wet. When you are resolved from the beginning, you will not be perplexed, though you get the same soaking. This understanding extends to everything.  

Can you feel it? Her smooth shaven cunt, warm and soft as butter, puffy and plump as some freshly-baked pastry, the heady aroma of her tangy cream emanating from deep inside her. You want to dip your cock inside and find out more about the filling that she's stuffed with, she welcomes you, clings on to you, and like a careless child you make a mess of everything, and seeing the devastation that you have caused, she sticks her tongue out and licks her chops, egging you on till you squirt strings upon strings of your thick icing all over her.

There used to be a time when the simplest sexual acts --- for instance, a woman using her hand to play with a man's cock --- were considered shameful. It's all gone now of course, as far as Western porn is concerned anyway. Nowadays, performers meet up in a scene and start fucking, as if it's the most fucking casual thing in the world to do. A little bit of shame during foreplay would be nice. And once the foreplay's over, it's always a fucking competition, a challenge as to who can fuck harder. It tires me to see how it always seems like a struggle to see who can outdo themselves the most, to be the horniest of them all. At the end of the day, it rarely rings true, and almost always, it all seems like a fucking farce. A whole bunch of artificial oohs and aahs signifying nothing.

    During fucking, I want to see desperation. Desperation as in the honest suffering of unbearable sensations during the act of fucking, physically and psychologically, and not desperation as in trying to outdo yourself or someone else in terms of what you can do and feel. I want to see cream, involuntary twitches and jerks, a desperation to fuck and suck like there's no tomorrow. I want to see the death of desire arriving like an exploding star, desire going out with a bang that leaves the performers in utter ruin and devastation.

    Now is this too much to ask for? 

    (I guess it is)
 

Is transience an avatar of Melissa or Melissa an avatar of transience?

I loved watching her walk, especially from behind. So there I was, sucking on her toes, and it was so exciting because I knew that there was still her cunt and breasts to look forward to. Not that I was eager to fuck, but I was on tenterhooks just wondering what she looked like beneath her clothes. I was curious if I would be disappointed or pleasantly surprised. I knew what I liked as far as nipples and cunts were concerned, and secretly I hoped that she was one of those girls who had long, dark perky nipples and a plump, meaty cunt.

    These sweet girls who absolutely loved to fuck...it just blows my mind seeing how they become so willing to do the dirty when they're horny. Having been involved with a number of women from the in-crowd, I have lost  the taste for tarts. Experience has made them seem so boring to me. So now, I root for the sweet girl with an embedded, recessive slut in her, the kind whose cunt opens up like a flower when I do her right.

It's late, and though I'm sleep-deprived and still nursing a semblance of a sore throat, there is something that I wish to blog about. There's this Japanese site that features downloadable clips of Japorn DVDs which are updated daily. Though the clips are all mosaiced, there's a fair bit of good shit there. I shall not put up a link here, because I don't trust that no one, especially impressionable minors who are aware of my blog, will not be adversely affected by the clips.

    Anyway, there's this clip that I just downloaded moments ago. The cover of the DVD features a sweet-looking girl tied to a toilet seat. I didn't think much of it till I saw the clip itself. There she was, tied down to the toilet seat, with some man working on her with a dildo while numerous faceless men shook and shivered their ejaculations all over her pretty face. Now I don't make a pretense of being the kind of person who think deep thoughts while watching porn, because I am the kind of person who think deep thoughts while watching porn.

    What affected me the most was the fact that she was enjoying it. There are some things that simply cannot be faked. I considered the possibility that she was somehow coerced, or worse, forced into it, but I could sense none of that. As spurts upon spurts rained down on her like hot wax, she welcomed it all in what seemed to me like an orgasm-induced stupor, all the while twitching uncontrollably and wagging her tongue eagerly and begging for more. I suppose there is a possibility, however remote, that she was forced into it. It would be more reassuring and comfortable to imagine so, wouldn't it? I mean, after all, why would such a sweet girl want to be treated that way, would allow herself to be treated, degraded that way?

    And after they were done with ejaculating on her, they started pissing into her mouth. She literally became a human urinal. What shocked me was the fact that she gladly swallowed the piss and again, pleaded for more. She had the sweetest face, and the incongruence of her appearance and the activity that she was partaking in made me restless beyond belief. As I became increasingly aroused, I kept wondering if it's an example of extreme method acting, or if she was this truly fucked-up person. And though it seemed disturbing to me, I knew I had to jerk off to the clip, and this is where I am most guilty as a sinner.

I've never been a big fan of flagellation or "erotic spanking" as they call it at the wikipedia, but when I saw those images of voluptuous ass cheeks glowing a fiery red I knew I had to download them. If this is your kind of kink, knock yourself out here.

Neko and I will be away for the weekend, and we're looking forward to some serious r & r. I don't know why, but lately I've been having this thing about seeing double. If this is a Rorschach test, I can only see perfection.

Whenever I'm horny, there's a load of horny things that I want to write about. At the same time, it's unbearable and I just wanna get off, either with Neko or by myself. And once orgasm is reached, I no longer feel like writing. There used to be a time when melancholy was the overruling impetus for my writing, but now it's mostly horniness. Last night, I had wanted to write a piece about porn being seen for the first time through the eyes of a sweet girl, but I was so horny I couldn't keep my dirty hands off myself. Neko was already deep asleep by then, for it had been a long day for the both of us, and so it was yet another job for Mother Palm and Her Five Daughters.

    As the relentless filth danced on the screen, I became one with that exquisite blend of fascination and disgust that was synthesising in her innocent mind.

 

I was watching jerking off to yet another Japorn video clip that featured some pretty intense sex which looked every bit as real as the come that spurted from my cock. After coming, I listened to the orginal Mas Que Nada and was immediately transported from the diegesis of porn (claustrophobic, helpless, desperate) into that part of my inner world where everything is sun-kissed and leisurely, full of smiles and beautiful people.

I was sitting there in the café smoking a solitary cigarette observing the world around me, taking note of a number of hot asses in dresses walking by, wishing I wasn't such a fucking stickler when it came to posting an entry in my blog. What I really need is a RawFeed Downloader®, a gadget that automatically transcribes my thoughts into words. There should be a posting spree very soon, I promise think.

    In other news, I was studying at the wikipedia when I found a link to this sexy site. If you dig bossa nova, I implore you to check it out and bookmark it.

 

I think I may be addicted to sleep deprivation. This recalcitrance, where does it come from? Though I knew that all I want to do now is watch some porn, jerk off and then go to sleep, I'm sitting here, fighting to stay awake.

    I've been itching to post this image for weeks now, so here it is. 

   
    Isn't modern imaging technology wonderful? Back when the first cameras were invented, capturing an image such as this with such ease and convenience was unthinkable, unimaginable. Perhaps there is a chance that one day, someone would invent a true RawFeed Downloader®. Whether it's gonna be in this lifetime is another story.