The future of blogporn is not certain at this time.
I feel somewhat helpless and I find it difficult to determine direction.
There are those phases in your life that you know you have to go through, that they will eventually take you further, only I don’t know how yet.
If only you were here.
Then we went there.
I play with thoughts and just as easily with myself.
Hand in my pants, staring outside.
The big unknown.
And the safe rhythm.
Almost naturally I find my goal.
If only it always went so easily.
I forget difficult antics and forget the pressure on my shoulders, I simply finger myself with one finger. Less is more, as the English say so beautifully.
The focus is on my clitoris, baby. Do you feel me?
A few days ago, I slept within a short distance from where I grew up, my parental home, in my old village, far away from the big city.
I was there.
A journey back in time, our time, it was there. Really.
Do you remember?
Tongues in a bicycle shed.
Get to know myself and my body and then you too. Full throttle, baby.
Riding. Moan. Softly. Gently. Masturbating.
Your hand in my panties.
Hair that tickles and my belly too. And yours?
Seeing your erection and want to, dare to, feel.
Can I? And that the answer is a forever yes.
Jerk off, your seed, warm, your scent, horny.
The winter was long.
The days dark.
And the nights short.
Too much work, too busy, too much partying, staying awake too long is always not enough sleep.
Keep going on, until you suddenly run out.
You just can’t.
And you just don’t want to either.
While this is just the beginning, spring, butterflies, all the good things that the coming seasons have to offer, warmth, sun, joy, lust, everything.
I charged too little of you, I mean really charged of you.
That type of recharging where you experience total relaxation. And that is allowed. And good.
The type of charging of what sex does to you.
if I was your girlfriend
I would love you, I would learn from you.
I would marvel and endear you, listen to your dreams, whispering, your name.
I’d tickle you inside and caress you everywhere.
I’d let you close and so much closer than ever.
I would let you feel the sun, show you the moon and all of the stars.
We would sit on the counter at 3 o’clock in the morning and talk about the Universe.
I would read to you and you to me, we would share adventures, make long journeys, without actually having to leave the house.
We would laugh, scream, roar.
Fall, bump our heads and get up again.
Dancing, turning, spinning, joking and grilling.
Bright eyes, biggest smile.
Soft is your tongue, mine too.
Your breasts, small, perfect and round.
Your nipples hard, always?
Everyone knows this for sure. You meet a nice man or woman and your body spontaneously starts acting crazy. You become restless and your heart starts beating faster. And that while you haven’t met at all. Is this love at first sight?
No. Unfortunately not. What you feel isn’t love, but chemistry. You know you’ve seen someone who might be interesting. The feelings that you experience (a faster beating heart, clammy hands and dilated pupils) are caused by the body releasing the hormone noradrenaline. There is a sexual attraction and you want to get to know the person in question. So it’s time for a date! I will come to that next time.
Now back to the chemistry itself. Attraction. A beauty of a word, don’t you think? I’ve read in an article that a one-dimensional “model” of attraction is always incomplete. It is not just money, not just the outside or the inside that counts, and so on and so forth. Fortunately, right?
The question is what is? Buggle up. Here it comes:
Someone recently asked me for more sex.
He meant of course in my blog.
But the funny thing was that I thought “for real”.
That made me think about the principle of more sex.
Is that always definitely better, or does quality still exceed quantity? Because then it’s not about the frequency of how often you do it, but how you spend the time you spend together?
I can think of ten quickies that I find more horny than a few hours of sex. While the feeling that I get (of you), is many times more intense after long hot sex instead of standing with my skirt up, panties aside and just fuck. Only yesssss, that’s so horny. And necessary. Occasionally. And there you have the key to success, men. Take us quik and raw and horny and standing and whatever and wherever, but surprise us and treat us as if it is the last night on earth. Do not let us wait too long. But dear girls, beautiful women of the world, also take the initiative for yourself.
I find it very sexy to sex you up in company or wherever we are, unnoticed steels, playful to horny, that your dick in your pants gets hard and harder like there is no other way out, you have no other way out.
We can know each other or maybe not. Anyway. Frivolous, laughing, playing the game and you know very well what I mean.
From moonlight to sunshine.
Today I felt you closer again for the first time since what feels really really a long time ago.
I walked outside without a coat.
You do something to me. Something deep inside of me.
Drive me crazy.
To air and light.
To skin on skin.
To buttocks and breasts.
I want to feel them, gently pinch, bite.
the snow moon
The full moon this Tuesday evening, also called the “snow moon”, will be the biggest and one of the brightest of 2019. The moon will look significantly larger than normal because it will be near its closest distance to Earth during its orbit around the planet.
The distance between the moon and the earth changes throughout the year. This is because the moon doesn’t have a circular, but an elliptical orbit around the earth. On average, the distance between the moon and the earth is 384,000 kilometers. But Tuesday evening will bring the real show: what astronomers at NASA call a “perigean” moon, or “supermoon”. The event will coincide with a full moon that’s often referred to as a “snow moon” or “hunger moon”. With a supermoon the moon is ‘only’ 357,000 kilometers away from us.
You’re not hallucinating: yes, the moon looks brighter than normal, and yes, it looks bigger too.
So that’s why he looks so big tonight and he’s so fierce. Especially at the beginning of the evening, when the sun is just below, he is impressively huge.
We can logically feel the energy of the moon stronger than normal. We can make good use of this, you and me.
I want you.
Super full off (each other).
Relatively close (er).
Sometimes there are days when I close myself off for the whole wide world.
Those days I feel worried and not so brave.
I flutter restlessly and uncertain.
Going to the run. Forever baby.
I drift away.
You pull me close.
You’re so good to me.
I know, but I can’t change.
I try to tell you,
in various sort of ways.
You see my softer side.
You see the light in me.
When it’s dark, I’m a bit of everything. Too much. Wandered. Lost.
I am chaos, I am love.
The so-called ‘come here’ motion.
Patrick Swayze did it in Dirty Dancing when he invited Baby to do the lift, remember? Legendary and by that I’m not just talking about the lift.
That ‘come here’ motion of him, so so sexy. Every man should be able to do that and again I’m not talking about the motion in itself, but what you use it for, that ‘come here’ motion I mean in specific.
You also need them to find, yes, your g-spot. Whether you are looking for her yourself, or your boyfriend or girlfriend, you need the ‘come here’.
I’m alone while I write this.
But don’t worry, I’m in for a do-it-yourself squirt turn.
I look for that rippled, spongy prayer and as always, I find her.
I make a ‘come here’ motion and use my curved fingers to stimulate my g-spot.
I do that with a fairly heavy pressure, that’s how I like it, remember that?
The female ejaculation.