alien tabernacle at the crater, an autopsy in grainy chiaroscuro, her painfully erect nipple sticking out like a wrinkled raisin, her fingers forming a hole unto ∞

When desire needs to unleash itself, the cunning of the human mind will always find a pretext. And so we found one, upstairs where they keep their inventory. When she bent over with her back facing me, I was glad to see that she had no panties on. It's amazing how predictable we are when it comes to things such as these. It was already bloated when I was following her up the stairs, and a few seconds later I was completely hard.

    I unzipped and got it out in the open, and what she saw was my erection sticking out from my corporate armour of handmade shirt and tailored pants.

    "Seeing a man like that gets my pussy wet like you wouldn't fucking believe," she would later confess in a somewhat banal manner. Well, perhaps banal is too strong a word, but then again I've never been much good at post-coital talk. But I loved the smell of cigarettes mingled with her body odour, which was for me, reminiscent of nosy middle-aged women who talked too much.

    And so I took her that way, the both of us still pretty much fully-dressed, except for the parts where it mattered. What was clear and transparent soon became thick and viscous, paste-like. For a few seconds I actually worried about the stains, but swiftly thought to myself that I can always say that it's just a bit of careless toothpaste. 

    Her cunt, it was amazing. And to think that she has a daughter, it boggled the mind. "Perhaps it's a matter of fit," I reasoned to myself, as I tried my best to master the crazy, high-speed sensations.

    I have never forgotten the rule: first the woman, then the man, and now that she's had hers, it was time for me to wrap things up, which was a piece of cake considering the fact that she was someone else's wife. Gingerly, I tried to feed what felt and looked like a full month's supply into her yawning, eager mouth, but she kept moving around, lolling tongue and all, after which she let out a loud burp and then lay down on the sacks of potatoes, sucking on the tips of her fingers and giggling while thrusting her hairy crotch at me.  

Gorgeous, and even more so because she reminds me of a pretty Chinese girl who speaks German and works in Mercedes-Benz. 

You can see the rest of her naughty bits here.

The official site of Atsushi Tani can be found here.

My rubber cock made flesh, guided by programming, relentlessly punching into her hole till cream oozes, snail-like, down her thighs. And like me, she is yet another doll of flesh and blood, baked for nine months in utero, reprogrammed so that we may faithfully serve each other with love and with lust in equal measure.

It was only after the sex, when we were watching ourselves on the screen, that we realised how absolutely randy we were, going at each other like a couple of jungle bunnies on the eve of Judgement Day, hurtling once again towards yet another orgasmic annihilation.

    It started off mellow enough, and I saw, what I didn't see back then, how she seemed to be sighing so sadly as I ate her out. The close-ups were perfect of course, everything wet and glistening, and looked every bit as appetising as a plate of swollen sashimi, the rude slurps singing praises to the taste of her cunt. Oh how I groaned at the sight of all that cream being dragged out of her all squishy and starchy. I found a strange joy in seeing how, amidst the ongoing action down below, we managed to squeeze in our hurried, desperate and somewhat banal exclamations.

    "...ahhh, your cock...so deep..."

    "...you're so fuckin creamy...nngghhh..."

    "...i wanna taste it...lemme..."

    I pulled out and let her have a taste of her own cream. She shifted into position again and I slipped it in once more, my cock feeling bigger and harder than before.

    "ohhh god....i can't take it much longer..."

    She winced, I grimaced, our brows in knots, everything reaches a peak, she twitches, I grit my teeth, and pulling out and boiling over, my come launches thick and white all over her breasts. 

I saw again what I've seen before, but yet this lust for her gripped me like a sick disease. I reached into my shorts and got a hold of myself. But just when I was getting all fat and saucy I saw her turning off the tap. But that's usually how it is, isn't it? I walked into the living room and sat down with a tent in my shorts. I know for a fact that within moments she would emerge with only a towel around her lithe body. Should I pretend to read or watch tv? Or should I stop pretending for once and venture where I've always fantasised to be? I let it decide and instead, it seemed to be waiting for me to decide. I leaned my head against the sweaty couch and closed my eyes.

I've had you on repeat in my head for a while now. And finding those private pictures of you didn't help one bit at all. I've always felt that age has somehow done a rather poor job at catching up with you, and looking at these pictures in front of me now, I finally know that I am right. For me it's never been just about sex, and so I'm happy enough to limit myself to fantasising about how you and I would do the things we do, the way they do in porno. I know this will probably sound naïve to some, but naïvete has been the mental tonic that has been keeping you and I from aging like normal people do.

For those of you who are interested, I have started a new blog called "kinky veränderungen und wieder gemischt." For your convenience, there's also a link on the sidebar. Check it out, and tell me what you think. If German's all French to you, you might wanna ask BabelFish for help.

There's this girl, Kate, who worked in a café that I used to frequent. I haven't been to that café for almost six months now because the boss is a fuckin goof. As for Kate, I saw her today. She's working in a shop that sells hip-hop clothes and related paraphernalia.

    'Don't you remember me? I used to work in ________ Café."

    To be honest, I did have some trouble trying to place that face with a name and history because she kept reminding me of someone else. They both had the same kind of look, but each evoked a different sort of fantasy in me.

    'Of course I remember.' 

    The conversation went on the way conversations such as these went on. She was still the same ditzy chick that she was, and somehow I was hardly surprised. She still had the same drawl and carried the same distracted look when she was talking, and I couldn't help but think about making it with her, the way I used to when she was still working in the café. Maybe I've watched too much porn, but she's the perfect candidate for drugged-out sex, the kind where the girl is all stoned from drink or dope, and you shift her into whatever postion you want with your hard cock still deep inside her. But the thing is, Kate needed no drugging. It came with the package.

    So in some overdeveloped section in my mind, I took her home after coffee. One thing led to another, and soon we were eating saliva out of each other's mouth. She draped her eighteen year-old body over mine and then rode me with that stoned, dreamy expression on her face. Naturally, I was in heaven. But I kept up that stoic expression on my face too, all furrowed brow and serious. I know for a fact that it was my manliness that landed me her cunt in the first place, so I played it up for all its worth. While there have been times in the fifteen years of my sexual life when I slipped into this role, it wasn't one of my favourite sexual personae. I much prefer to be the superpopular joker with a superhard cock and a belly of laughs.

    And so she closed her eyes and began licking my face, which felt strange, and stranger still because I found myself enjoying it. Though there wasn't a mirror to verify anything, the sticky-starchy sounds were telltale enough for me to know that it was one creamy, lubricious chick that was riding my rod. For a moment there I had a vision of my cock as a sharp knife, disembowelling a plump snatch of a squid, spilling its milky insides everywhere.

    I opened my eyes to check on Kate. Her face remained dreamy and soft, and I wondered if she was even feeling it at all. And there that was, the allignment of thought and the call for action. A second ago I would've been perfectly happy to remain in that position forever, and now it was time for a change in position. She will suck me and I will see if her expression changes when she's eating her own cream off my cock.