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27 Nov 2018

nr.52

nr.52

This is the 52nd blogporn I write. As we speak.
A whole year, almost full. On December 1, it’s our birthday, baby.
Reason for a party?
Definitely.
Without you, blogporn wasn’t here and there. You, my truthful loyal reader, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
I want you to be my nr. 52. And then again my nr.1. Literally and figuratively. Do you understand?
The number 1 of the new blogporn year, the no.1 from my existence. Because we exist.
I want you to be the one and stay where I write weekly and for whom I write.
Now that we think in figures, dare, I dream of you and me in a 2.0 version.
Where we failed the first time, I would do it differently now, do it better, want to do, dare to do, be allowed to do, to do, over and over again.
What would a 2.0 version of us look like?
What kind of adventures would find us?

16 Nov 2018

horny fever

horny fever

I’m horny. For you.
I want to fuck and be fucked.
I can feel it in my panties. I can feel you in my panties.
Wet and wetter. Flexible. Smooth. There. In. And. Out.
I can’t think of anything else all day long.
Then to your fantastic golden cock.
How good you feel in me. Both ways.
Your jerk, I feel em become bigger, thicker too.
I suck you off and look at you. With great radiant, sensual, seed asking eyes. And yes, that is possible. Really.
I want you all the way. In me.
It’s allowed to hurt. It’s allowed everything. You can do everything. I can do everything.

09 Nov 2018

no bra club

no bra club

I meet you at a party.
Dark, warm, mysterious, music that you feel in the inner side of you.
I see you from afar.
You wear a crop top.
You know, one of those tops, just up close and personal to your breasts.
Magnificent.
I see you don’t wear a bra.
Even more beautiful.
I see a piece of your breasts. Occasionally. The light is correct. The darkness too.
I see your nipples. Hard. And not occasionally. They are there. Always.
Horny, present, good.

02 Nov 2018

over now

over now

You and me, we started so energetically.
Perfectly matched together.
Magnificent. Hopeful and radiant.
I had the feeling that we were creating something, new, exploring, going off the beaten track, daring, doing it.
We went wrong once before.
Yet, we found each other again.
However, it was no longer as before.
I did my best, I believe you too.
But the enthusiasm was gone. What once was, was. Past perfect tense.

26 Oct 2018

erection perfection

erection perfection

I love your cock when it’s flaccid. And I deliciously have it in my mouth.
Sabbling. Do you so. Is almost sweet. Don’t you think?
I love your cock when it is half hard. And I gently suck on your balls. Feel it?
I love your cock when it gets hard. And I make em harder. Now.
I love your cock when he’s horny hard. Right?
I love it when we tongues and I feel em through your pants. Straight away.
I love your cock when I get em out of your pants. Go on my knees. For you. Bend.
I love your cock when I suck on it, give you a blowjob whilst you move you and eventually me, control me, hold my hair tightly. Deep throat fucking. That’s what its called.

19 Oct 2018

blue hour

blue hour

The blue hour is the name for the phenomenon that in the morning, the hour before sunrise and in the evening just after sunset, the air and the surroundings takes on a blue color under certain conditions.
The hour between day and night, neither the one nor the other.
I never understood it correctly, but now I do.
The blue hour is part of twilight, which I already wrote about. The name originated from French: l’heure bleue.
The light is beautiful, very soft with a warm shade.
It shows your skin better.
It shows you, but not all.
Would you wake me up?
Or, for my part, we stay together awake for it.
Fuck me until the sun rises.

12 Oct 2018

sticker (me) girl

sticker (me) girl

Occasionally it happens that I’m approached by someone who reads my blog. I think that’s fantastic and it makes me feel very very honored.
In this case I was approached by a very nice girl. She wrote me to tell me she is a fan of blogporn, how cool is that?
She follows me on Instagram and I follow her back. That’s how it goes, right?
I have looked at her profile and I like her. Already. Because of who she is or what makes me think who she is. Both can and can both. In the wonderful world of social media.
This special girl has name as written in (the) stars. I like it.
Her style is personal and her gaze is steels playful. I hope she holds this, all her life.
I have asked this girl if she wants to sticker for blogporn. She said yes and so this story goes on. Tell the tale, baby.

05 Oct 2018

encore une fois

encore une fois

So I was in France.
I met there a very horny handsome Frenchman.
He called me sa petite.
I called him mon cher charmant.
We spoke the language. And understood each other.
Body language doesn’t need words. And actions speak louder.
Yet, I relearned his language.
And I experienced the art of chemistry. I remembered the art of chemistry.
It was kissing (with the) French.
French Kissing at her best, his best too. After all, a good start, is half the work.
It was French fucking. Yes…

28 Sep 2018

wishlist

wishlist

How splendid would it be, if you meet someone who wants to know your wishlist.
That this person not only wants to know it, but also wants to see and feel and experience it and more.
That with this person you feel truly equal and everything between you is on the basis of equality and mutual respect?
Someone who lets you free, but also binds and fascinates you.
Someone who makes you laugh, but who also doesn’t shy away from your tears.
Someone who wants to know your adventure and wants to go with you…on and off the road.
Dive into the deep, whatever the deep is. That together you can do anything.
Someone who respects that you need your freedom.
That you would rather see each other once in a while and that moment is magically beautiful and exciting?
Feeling completely at ease to share your wishlist. You dare to share and share your dare.
Surprise yourself with what you fantasize about. To amaze that other person and to amuse each other.

21 Sep 2018

mile high club

mile high club

It starts while we are waiting at the passport control.
Secret looks back and forth.
Curious, longing, wanting, needing.
I see a really good-looking man.
With a well shaped body.
Naughty look, well-dressed clothes.
I wonder what you think of me and how you see me, now, here, in this waiting line of joy, traveling is so much fun.
For me this is a business trip. I wear a tight pencil skirt with a silk blouse, high heels, red lipstick. Dress to impress.