I write to you as if we are true lovers.
I share with you my deepest and most intense inner desires.
Things I’ve experienced and things I long for and what I dream of.
Couldn’t be much more from the heart.
Words are the lingerie of the mind.
You and I, baby, we only exist on paper. So there is always that taste for more. You. Us.
Do you recognize that?
That feeling of yearning for?
Desire for longing.
Getting to know you.
And so on. Even more than that.
It works on paper.
We work on paper.
I imagine myself how it would be.
If you were here and I am too.
If you won’t have to read me, but I can show and tell you. Or read you to(o).
How would it be? If I saw you?
Would we laugh together? Uncontrollable and pure, as I often wish for?
Could I cry in front of you? For the first time?
Would you kiss my eyelashes? Even if they are wet from my tears?
Do you caress and hold me? Pull me close and closer to you?
Would you kiss me like never ever before, because before didn’t exist and didn’t matter? For, we didn’t exist yet, although we did matter.
I fantasize about how intensely we kiss, tongues. Magical and free and horny and hornier.
I’m trying to see that moment so brightly, right about now.
As if I could really see you, touch you, your eyes, they smile so beautifully and your inner self too.
How you undress me slowly and I do you.
How we can’t keep up that slowness and that it’s because of our tongues. The degree of intensity with which we kiss each other determines the pace at which we strip our clothes.
So in no time, we’re naked.
No time becomes (my) all time (favorite).
I’m excited meeting you, did you know that?
I look forward to your radiant eyes, your from ear to ear smile, your purity, your passion, your horniness, your mouth, your lips, your tongue, your cock, your erection, my mouth, my tongue, my pussy, my tight little ass.
I don’t know if someday I’ll meet you.
But I will continue to write you.
I’ll keep on dreaming.
I’ll keep holding on, holding on to everything that’s beautiful, sweet, pure, naughty, horny, all of it together, until one day you’re here too and all is one.
I feel your heat.
I never wanna let you go.
I don’t want to take a chance on this paper romance.
So be real.
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: