This could have been sexy but I can’t find myself being turned on by it at all. Jelly, bay, oil of course, but wrestling in gravy.
Really doesn’t do it for me. Maybe it’s the though of all that salty liqud ending up in your eye *shudder*. Please don’t go there.
Getting slippery during sex can be fun, indeed for sploshers it’s a positive turn-on, but brown and slippery? This post is a minefield of things I don’t want to experience.
In case you were wondering the gravy was all past its sell-by date so no gravy was wasted in the creation of this rather worrying spectacle.
When Queen released the double-A sided single Bicycle Rave/Fat Bottomed Girls in 1978 they were courting controversy. Everyone knows that pop music is about sex but actually getting a load of naked young girls to ride around a track as an accompaniment to your music is asking for the censors to get involved.
The censorship of Bicycle race isn’t the most interesting part though. Another incident is rather more indicative of the changing times than getting the video banned.
The bikes used were from the cycle store Halfords – just hired for the day.
When Halfords got the bikes back and found out what the bikes had been used for they demanded that the band paid for all the seats to be replaced.
Today it would have been very different. They would still have demanded that the band paid for new seats … just that the old ones would have ended up on Ebay LOL.
Anyway, the original reason for this post was that I’ve posted a review of the book Ultimate Curves on our Erotic Buzz site. As the name suggests it’s about curvy voluptuous ladies pop over and read the review here.
For those of you wondering what the image is. It’s a vacbed. I first saw one of these in a porn film a couple of years ago but rather than it being horizontal they had mounted it in a frame allowing access from all sides.
As I recall there was a rather nice girl inside it, with her breasts and face exposed, allowing her partner in the scene to fondle and kiss her. It was a very arousing girl on girl scene.
Since that first glimpse I have wanted to try one out, to experience the embrace of latex all over my body. To feel like I’m being hugged all over by a soft sensuous hand.
Hmmm, I getting quite moist just thinking about it.
I was born from parents who still smelled of josticks and for a time at least tended to wear slightly flowery clothing. It’s possible, no probable that they therefore got up to a few interesting things in their formative years. Things that as a son I really didn’t ought to think about too carefully.
However things don’t change much over the generations. You could put this aversion to thinking of parents as sexual beings as being a product of our times, where we know the sexual possibilities and cower at the thought of the things that our parents might have done. The fact is however that every human being ever born has a sexuality as great as our own and it is only the way in which they have expressed it over time that has changed.
Both my maternal grandmother and her mother had interesting love lives that only came to my attention after their deaths – my father is a wealth of information when he’s had a couple of whiskies at Christmas LOL. Respect for them prevents me from saying exactly what they got up to but their behaviour betrays the fact that they were simply human and driven by the same urges as we, apparently more sophisticated, humans.
On my paternal side my antecedents were equally “interesting” a few generations back leading to a particularly colourful family skeleton that only emerged from the closet a couple of years ago.
Only a few years ago I thought I was “So normal”.
Of course I am normal; in the same way that every one of us is utterly normal in the way in which we are thoroughly and uniquely individual.
It might not be comfortable to imagine our parents, siblings or offspring having a sexual side but it is a fact of life and due to the infinite variability of human sexuality the ways in which they express themselves sexually will be surprising, alarming, amusing and deeply meaningful to them all at the same time.
I woke up this morning feeling so horny, if I had possessed a cock it would have been as hard as a rock. Suze must have had what would be called a wet dream if I was a guy. Between my legs was throbbing and my inner thighs were damp.
Alex was sleeping like a baby, it was about 7.30am. I know it was early but I tried in vain to get back to sleep for a while longer as we rise early in the week for work. But I just couldn’t settle and besides I wanted “IT”.
He was laying on his side facing me and at first I pondered about giving him a gentle kiss on the lips to wake him and then reveal to him that I wanted to fuck his brains out. I decided to go for the far more subtle option.
I slowly and carefully eased myself under the duvet as not to wake him. When I reached his groin I felt around in the dark until I found his cock. Bugger! The end was trapped between his legs.
Only one thing for it. I started to gently glide my hand over his stomach in a carefree way, just stroking him gently. Then I went for it, I moved my hand down to his groin and ran my fingers over the base of his cock.
That worked he sleepily moaned and opened his legs to allow me to free him. I think at this point he was semi awake but kept his eyes closed taking advantage of the situation. Don’t tell him I said that but I’m sure he was.
I began to massage his cock against his groin, rolling him gently, slowly. He responded well to my ministrations and within minutes he was becoming firm. He was now hard enough for me to wank.
Before I started I took the end of his cock in to my mouth and coated it with saliva and then backed off to let my hand do the work. I slid his foreskin back and forth slowly, he liked that. Another moan issued from him.
I speeded up my hand movement and he began to fuck my hand.
That cock was now coursing with blood and sticking out like an arm. I wriggled over to him and took him into my mouth. Immediately Alex started to fuck me and I coughed as he caught the back of my throat in his eagerness.
Just a few minutes and I’ll get on all fours, point my ass at him and ask him to slide in, I though to myself.
I pursed my lips around his cock, pulling his foreskin back with each push inwards. I placed my tongue underneath to massage his frenulum and he fucked away at me. My cheeks sank in as I sucked down hard on that erect cock.
Alex was now between my legs, opening my thighs to gain entry. I felt the warm softness of his tongue on my clit as he flicked it, teased it, made it swell. I moaned my appreciation as best I could from his groin.
I grasped his buttocks and pushed him towards my mouth, making him fuck me faster. It felt so erotic, so damn dirty sucking him off that I completely forgot about him fucking me. I was enjoying this too much to stop now.
My hands had a firm grip on his ass and I began to move my head up and down his hard shaft.
“Suze! Stop I’m going to come”, he shouted from between my legs.
But I couldn’t stop myself and then…
…spurt, spurt…spurt, I felt the ricochet of his ejaculation hitting the roof of my mouth. Then I coughed as one hit the very back. I could taste him, smell him, I wanted to devour him.
As we both stood in the bathroom waiting for the sink to fill with water I caught my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I had a crispy white coating over my top lip. Now I wonder what that was.
The Internet is a place where everyone’s own little fetishes can be expressed. We’ve long since given up thinking “We’ve seen it all now.” Because there is always someone who’s going to prove us wrong.
For a while the Internet has been becoming flooded out with Lego reconstructions of films, books, pictures, porn … and to be honest ingenious though some of them are I find myself getting a little tired of them now.
This guy came to the rescue today with his Gummy Bear Paraphilia calendar.
Dave Walton
billy holden
LambChop
This could have been sexy but I can’t find myself being turned on by it at all. Jelly, bay, oil of course, but wrestling in gravy.
Is this the hottest image I’ve seen today.
For those of you wondering what the image is. It’s a vacbed. I first saw one of these in a porn film a couple of years ago but rather than it being horizontal they had mounted it in a frame allowing access from all sides.
I was born from parents who still smelled of josticks and for a time at least tended to wear slightly flowery clothing. It’s possible, no probable that they therefore got up to a few interesting things in their formative years. Things that as a son I really didn’t ought to think about too carefully.
I woke up this morning feeling so horny, if I had possessed a cock it would have been as hard as a rock. 
The Internet is a place where everyone’s own little fetishes can be expressed. We’ve long since given up thinking “We’ve seen it all now.” Because there is always someone who’s going to prove us wrong.
