foam bath

foam bath

Hey, you there, with your beautiful smile. I can see you.
Would you care to join me for a bath?
One that’s foamy and oh so nice and warm?
A bath gives comfort and loves us.
We are able to be in the bath.
From a true love bubble, to a multiple.
All I really want for you right now, is to wash me.
‘How would you like to do that’?
You choose the perfect sponge (and I choose you, all over again).
One that’s soft and full of love, and where soap can be just how soap is meant to be, soapy.
As if that sponge itself says ‘fill me’.
Or maybe it’s me who asks you: ‘(ful)fill me’.
With your everything.
And then?
Do you squeeze out that sponge?
Soap over my beautiful breasts, my belly, my buttocks.
Soak me in and do it well?
After all, to wash good is to wash it all.
You know that and I feel that.
Nice and slowly you go with that sponge over my body. Fuck. This is sexy. My nipples are hard and you wash softly. The sponge rotates. Round and around and around and around we go.
We don’t talk. Just look. At each other. That makes it so extremely horny.
You carefully let me stand in front of you, with stretched legs. So that you can see and serve me well.
With much love and all of my pleasure I pose for you. I can keep this up for hours and I know you too.
It is a bathing ritual of love, of a blissful kind of us.
The kind of us I sometimes forget there is.
I bend towards you and touch your lips, gently lick your tongue. And you lick back. Somewhat harder.
You turn me around and wash my pussy. With the sponge you touch my labia and you make spinning movements around and on my clitoris.
From front to back. You go.
With your fingers in me.
I feel you deeper and deeper.
I also have a kind of sponge (inside of me). Do you feel that?
Yes, there. Continue.
I want to make you soaking wet.
And by that I don’t mean by the bath water.
It’s the kind of wet where your belly gets all shiny in a sweet oily way, and maybe if I squirt the right way, your face too.
It is the kind of wet you lick your lips at.
And why wouldn’t you? I do (you) too.


All artwork by Puck Rietveld

The philosophy behind blogporn is not so much that it’s written by me, as being my own person, but from a pseudonym. An alter ego, so to speak. This has several advantages.

First, my writings (on the wall) are not linked to me as a person, I mean that people who read blogporn don’t make an association with me. To guarantee my anonymity for various reasons. On the other hand, I think it’s important that everyone (18+) may and can recognize themselves in blogporn. It could therefore in principle be written by everyone and at the same time for everyone. This is what it’s all about. I find that important.

I want to exhilarate, challenge, be vulnerable, be able to be, dare to(o), arouse curiosity and share, create togetherness or just stimulate time with yourself. I want you to smile in recognition, get warmed by desire, notice your body when you get horny, really feel and touch yourself and who knows the other person too. What you do before, during or after blogporn is your choice. A sort of everything is possible and everything is allowed story 😉

Now let’s go back to my alter ego, the pseudonym I choose to write under. I chose N/A. The literal translation of this is: Not Applicable. It also means Not Available and No Answer. And last but not least:

Nocturnal Animal

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