Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving is a time for celebrating our fortunes and enjoying time together with the people we love. I am fortunate that the number of people I love grows all the time, and Thanksgiving day was no exception. I was delighted to spend the holiday with a young woman I am seeing. She has a large family, and we dined at her grandmother's house. There were two large tables crowded with about 25 guests. Two turkeys, a ham, mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing, cranberry sauce, and...

Jordan

Jordan is my girlfriend's aunt. She is a thirty-something married woman with two kids and a devilish smile. She seemed extra curious about all of my, um, academic activities, which was a bit uncomfortable, because most of them do not make for suitable Thanksgiving dinner content. Anyway, I was helping her in the kitchen, and the moment we were alone she walked up close, pushed those evil lips against my ears, and said "I know who you are." Then, I noticed her body was like silk against mine, and I shuddered with an instant arousal, feeling the extreme, warm softness of her flesh through her light dress. She escaped back to the dining room and I was left alone to ponder what that meant.

She happened to be sitting across from me at the dinner table, and by the time the first taste of turkey had hit my taste buds, her toes were inching toward my erection. Our flirtations lasted, oh, two hours or so, as I watched her lush lips invite a taste of stuffing, then a bite of cranberry sauce, then a sip of red wine. By dessert she had thoroughly investigated the contour of my throbbing cock with her big toe, and it was time to rise and recess to the living room. Ug. I stalled for long enough to reduce my throbbing boner to a semi and hobbled toward the bathroom. Suddenly, Jordan intercepted me, and announced that she was going to show me some books I could borrow from her. During dinner, I mentioned I was taking literature courses. Her family seemed simply delighted that the two of us were getting along, and that I could benefit from some of those old books she had been keeping around the house all those years. I followed her up the stairs as innocent as could be...

I followed her into the room she had growing up. It was still her room, I guess, because she stays there frequently. She closed the door behind us, turned the knob to lock the door, and next thing I know, she is standing in the middle of the room, her hand on the two shoulder straps of her dress. With a flip of her fingers her dress falls to the floor. She was suddenly wearing nothing. Nude. Buck naked. She looked directly at me...

"I want to be on your blog, Mag."

!

A moment later, her lips are pressed against mine and her palm is pressed against my now throbbing-again cock. I took out my iphone and was about to take a few shots, but she said to wait. She didn't want anything revealing her identity. I nodded as she descended to her knees, unzipped my trousers, and began performing fellatio on my pulsing phallus. Remember, the tension had been building for two or more hours. Her mouth was velvet. Amazing. Then, she stood, bent over the bed, and offered her glistening pussy. Simply charming. She said to trust her, that she was clean as a whistle, on birth control, and hadn't fucked anyone but her husband in years. I walked up behind her, put my hands on her ass, and felt the warmth of her cooch on my wang, bouncing between her inner thigh. It was tempting, but against my rules. I require documentation. I have my terms regarding that, and I think she knew, because after saying "Oh, just fuck me" a few times and me refusing, she began working herself as I was. I spanked her a few times and told her I was going to cum all over her back, take the photo, and post it online. She seemed to like that. A lot. I spanked her again, and squeezed, and told her not to come. I told her if she came I wouldn't post the picture. She kept touching herself as I wanked behind her. Finally, she was getting into it too much, and I told her to put both hands on the bed so I could give it to her, and she did, then I did.

Then, she cleaned up, I zipped up my trousers, and we looked at some of her books :) Now, her Thanksgiving cum-covered ass is up on blogger for all the world to see. The pleasure is all mine, Jordan. But, seriously, what a wonderfully nice young woman. I am so thankful to have met her. The rest of the day went along as nothing had happened. C'est la vie.

More Sex!

Alright, this is a sex blog, so let's talk about sex! Real, every-day, dirty, smack-em yack-em sex. Well, I don't get much of that raw, spontaneous goodness anymore, believe it or not. I have viewers. Yes, paying customers to think about on my commercial site. I never could have imagined anyone would pay to see little ol' me have lots of sex, but there it is. It's a dream come true. BUT, it's not like I can just skip out a few days and have fun on my own. My sex life is pretty much planned out in advance: Monday, shower blow job with Rachel. Tuesday, library with Angie. Wednesday, Lin's room. This is real-life, honest-to-goodness, reality sex here, and it's not an easy job! But, I still squeeze in my own personal fun ;)

This morning Heather stopped by on her way to class. I was still sleeping when she crawled into bed with me. I usually sleep naked. I have for years. I don't know why, maybe it's freeing or something. Anyway, in this case, it meant easy access. As soon as I felt her hand around my cock I knew it was Heather. She has powerful, sexy hands that could milk a steel bar. She told me she enjoyed the previous morning's scene, but that she was more qualified for the part. The previous morning I was in Lin's room with her on top most of the time. Anyway, suddenly, Heather is straddling me, and I'm balls deep in her hot, dripping mound of lava love. Talk about a pleasant awakening. Then, she put her hands on my chest, and said "see, Magnus, if you're going to ride a man right, you gotta use your hips." I could believe what I was experiencing. It seemed like every part of her body was motionless except her ass as she ground into me. She converted her body to a precision piston, rocking up and down on my cock. Vicious. After a minute, she leaned forward, stretched her hands out above me, and treated me to the most evil friction imaginable. She tried to mumble something about how good my cock felt in her tight hole. Indeed, the kegels she had been doing were paying off. Her wet cooch provided a perfectly snug ride. I let my hands rove over her ass, guiding her. She was bucking down harder, trembling, and I spanked her ass, grabbed her tight, and growled in her ear her to cum, which she did. I almost went too, but held back, wanting to save this precious moment for posterity. When she had relaxed, I took her hand and moved it between he legs. She understood, dismounted, and I knew with her hands it wouldn't be long. I snapped this photo, and post it here as a token of my gratitude. Just about dried me out. (Good thing I didn't have a session until earlier tonight!)

Keeping Up

I originally intended for this blog to be a daily entry of my real, every-day activities. I intended to write openly to to you about my thoughts and desires, and give you a sexy nugget of real truth beneath what has obviously ballooned into something that has taken on a life of its own. This may sound a bit hippi of me, but peace and love and openness have always been my MO, and my incidental business success as a sex blogger has been completely astounding and unexpected. I have you to thank, and I do not take our sincere love and incredible success for granted. Oh, and the sex is good, too :)

When I say things have taken on a life of their own, it is true. I was walking across campus yesterday and a guy I had never seen gave me a high five. I know it's not like that. You know it's not like that. But, that is why we've made money. So, to be honest, my schedule doesn't allow me to post to this blog as often as I'd like. It's like just when a fantasy seems to have become real, it starts to own you, and dictate your life. I will not let that happen, of course, but I'll need your help. Well, back to work...

To Serve

No one came to visit Saturday. It was probably for the best. I settled in to some serious reading and then nodded off. Right now I am balls deep in Beyond Good and Evil by Frederich Nietzsche, and it sort of makes me want to meet another nice, fresh, repressed Catholic girl. Those of you who are fallen angels know what I'm talking about. The Catholic church instills something special into its horny teenage subjects. From an early age they learn to comprehend the complete and overwhelming power of a man. They learn to endure submission like a slave...total subservience to their divine master. They learn about the wickedness of the flesh, and are asked to stifle their yearning, required to bottle up the years of intense emotional and physical love they have took great pains to keep entirely secret. With each mass they are slowly indoctrinated to provide unconditional, unquestioning service to their all powerful master. Their love for Him grows and they desire His incomprehensible will. Such intense love brims within them, roiling inside with no outlet...no release...for years and years. There is less than no outlet. They are told the burning between their tender, nubile legs will be punished with an eternity in hell's furnace. The devout Catholic girl struggles with the most extreme tragedy imaginable: her lover breathing softly on her begging flesh, trembling with the most intense pain that only she can relieve, but she cannot. She is desperate to sooth him, to comfort him, to be bound and fucked by him. But, he has no body with which to fuck her. Her love is invisible air. And, by age 18, this is her permanent state: a desperate, ashamed, fuck hungry sub built for punishment. Inside, she is no longer just a girl, but a writing nymph crying to be owned. She is too ashamed to admit it. It is a sacred truth that can never revealed. But, she wants you to own her. She does not care how he looks or what kind of car he drives. All she cares about is his capacity for owning her completely, in every way. All she cares about is pleasing her all-powerful master in every way. She needs her body used and abused, spanked and fucked, and endures all with grace and subservience, according to His will. Her response is not one of selfish satisfaction, but of perpetual response to his requirements. The intense pleasure she enjoys as his well-used fuck object is not revealed, except through the involuntary spasms of orgasm. When he is done with her, she collapses with him. Through demanding nothing she acquires everything. Yes, you Catholic girls know how to start my engines, you and your wicked, dripping, cock-starved holiest of holies. Right now I need you more than ever...to be patient, to endure, to persevere. Right now you need to feel my warm breath against your neck You need to let it cascade over your shoulders and down over your entire body. You need to let it sooth you, relax you, and comfort you. You need to let it consume you and experience its complete power all around you. Right now you need to feel my power surround you, enter you. You must allow it to take you and prepare you for when next we meet. You must let it move you and course through you, as we will be together soon, sooner than you think...    

Privacy Policy

Friends, lovers, voyeurs, and old dirty perverts who live vicariously through my misadventures, listen up. I will no longer be posting identifiable photos. Please do not even ask for them privately. YOU WILL NOT GET TO SEE MY DIRTY PICTURES (unless our real, live, person-to-person negotiation is successful. This will probably not happen unless you have boobs.) If you have boobs, and would like to see my pictures, and can meet me in person, please message me :) 

WHY AM I DOING THIS TO YOU?

Because my love life is for ME and YOU and NOT for Jim Bob amateur porn blogger guy who wants to use my pictures for more hits on his monetized blog. My cock is not for sale, nor are the graphic (yet tasteful) images of young college girls enjoying the bounty of perfectly natural, erotic expression.

Openness is sexy, and my goal was, and still is, complete openness and candor. To be true, as a man, about my desires, thoughts, and actions, no matter how carnal and irresponsible. As a reward for my honesty, I found several of the most graphic and 'out-of-context' pictures of my girlfriends on other sites, and that is why my discussion has taken a turn for the literary.     

So, if you want to see my photographs, send me your picture, with boobs, and we will negotiate. Until then, enjoy the complete disclosure of my sex life (complete as I have time for) in detailed, easy-to-follow paragraph form. That is all.

Chaste vs. Not Chaste

I am perfectly comfortable with abstinence. I endured a chaste lifestyle for a long time...no sex, no masturbation. Sex is like any addiction, really, stopping is difficult at first, but once you alter your lifestyle and give it some time, the body adapts. Here was my experience...

I was in my early 20s. My girlfriend and I had been having sex regularly, 2-3 times a day. She accused me of using her as a sex object, which was true, I was. Then, she said I did not care about her, which was entirely false. I was deeply, madly in love with her. She left and I decided to abstain from sexual contact of any kind. I needed to prove that I was not using her just to satisfy some carnal need.

The first day was fine. By evening my body wanted sex, but I went to the gym. There were enough distractions. The second and third days were difficult. I had conditioned my body to expect sex often, and there was this lingering need haunting me all day. Erections during class, imagination stirring. By the fourth day I felt the buildup of semen and found my eyes distracted by women more than ever. I wanted release. All I could think about was sex. I had my first wet dream at 6 days. It was a mess. Cum all over my boxers bleeding through onto the sheets. Ug. The nocturnal emission didn't help. It wasn't accompanied by an orgasm at all. I just woke up and noticed my semi-erect cock was pulsing and then I was all wet and gooey. You would think that would help, but that moment I was more tempted to touch myself than ever. It was like I was a relief valve, and I evacuated just the excess, but there was a full load backing it up.

I was less horny the next day, but woke up the next morning with wet underwear again. That time I didn't even wake up for it. I came in bed about every other night for the next two weeks. It was uncomfortable, because I was living in a dorm room with a roommate.Finally, after about 3 weeks, I was more relaxed and comfortable. I had distanced myself from women. I learned not to think about sex all the time. My body settled back to weekly or bi-weekly nocturnal emissions for the rest of the year. (I went a whole year like this). I am still amazed by this.

The human body is an amazing thing. After the year was up, I decided I would pursue companionship again. I fell in love and immediately started having more messy nocturnal emissions. When we finally has sex my body was almost instantly reconditioned for sex multiple times a day, and that is where it has remained since, for years. I think about this because I now find myself horny even after an aggressive schedule. Yesterday morning I was with Mary and Heather who had spent the night (1). In the afternoon I visited Lin (2). Then, in the evening, I enjoyed a surprise visit from Sara (3,4). She spent the night (5), and then we woke up (6), had breakfast (7), and then Angie joined us for lunch (8). You think I would be satisfied, relieved. Nope. Now, it is 5:30 and I can't get sex off my mind. I'm sitting here with an erection looking at all the pictures I took over the last 24 hours. Maybe I'm ready for a cold shower (or some company...)

Just a foot massage

There's something about Mary. Maybe it's her feet...

Just can't quite put a finger on it...

 

Ah, foot massages. They all mean something...

We act like they don't mean anything, but that's what's so fucking cool about them...

 

(Special thanks to Vincent Vega.)

Evening at Lin's

Lin had her room to herself Friday night. Her roommate invited her to a party, but she told her she would hang back and have a quiet evening instead ;p She send me a msg about 8:00 with the subject "Door's open" and this...

Too, too sexy. I'm amazed with Lin's skin, how smooth it is. I don't know how she does it, but I have one or two ideas. Anyway, it was hardly an offer to refuse, and I turned the knob on her door and pushed. The room was dark, lit by a few candles, but bright enough to see her lying on the outstretched futon. Her arms were extended over her head and her body seemed so entirely open and ready for a good old-fashioned pounding. After hours of sexting we were both superbly primed. I closed the door and turned the latch.

I stood next to the bed and pulled my cock out of my pants. We sort of had an agreement that noting much needed to be said. She crawled over and immediately wrapped her moist lips around my eager cock. She didn't hold back, slurping and smacking. I grabbed the back of her head to give her a gentle hand. I felt like cumming, so I pushed her down and jacked a load over her belly and legs. She let the warm fluid dribble down between her closed legs. She was looking up at me and shaking her head as if to say "oh, come on! Is that all I get!" I couldn't help snapping a photo.

I reclined next to her and started touching her breasts as she rubbed my load deep into her skin.
She was indulging in everything, her eyes closed, soaking it all in. After a minute I pushed my hand between her legs, into the little pool that had accumulated and pushed a one cummy finger deep into her cunt as I kissed her. I wasn't taking long to get my second wind. I hadn't gone yet that day, and Lin's tender lips were a formidable invitation.

I removed my shirt and pants while she snapped up to take me in her mouth again. She performed beautifully. After a couple minutes I was almost 100% and then put her on all fours, her feet dangling off the side of the futon. I stood there for a moment, admiring the ass that was being waved slightly in front of my face. We had just met that day, hardly spoken a word, and now I was about to plunge my throbbing cock into her gorgeous shaved pussy. I grabbed her side, gave her a good, hard spank, and let the games begin, pushing between her waiting lips as she moaned in approval.

We fucked, she came on her hands and knees, then again on top. We enjoyed each other for a couple hours and then she kicked me out because her roommate was coming home and she needed to clean up. So, that's how I gained a new lover. We finally broke the silence in each other's arms at the end of the evening, but all that's off the record...

Love Hurts

Love hurts
Cries
Screams
To hurt more
To writhe
To struggle
To shudder
With pain
It stings
Throbs
Aches
So hard
So good
So fucking
Good
Until
No pain
No writhing
No shuddering
Hurts
Even
More

New Friend

Well my loyal voyeurs and perverts, I have made a new friend. I found a manila envelope in my mailbox today with a big red kiss on the lower right. I opened it and was delighted to discover the results of Lin's exams, and not of the academic variety. She passed with flying colors, and also submitted a gift in the form of a large printout of her big, smooth pussy. Simply riveting. I think Asian women have fuller lips than most women. I will be testing that theory tonight, and will submit my findings soon.

Lin's Lunch Break

Wow, it seems like I've only been back a few days and it's already hard to keep up! (Pun intended). Well, not really, as I've had more than enough inspiration. For the record, you lovely ladies are insatiable sex freaks, and you all have my most sincere respect and admiration. Well, not really. You're all dedicated, indulgent whores (for the all the right reasons, of course).

On Tuesday I invited you to tap your right leg twice to volunteer to taste the sweet essence that Heather had left from her shenanigans that morning. I was impressed with your response, and am so delighted that so amny of you have chosen to gander at my new blog and offer your moist, supple lips. To the young blond on the sidewalk next to the student center with the dark tight jeans and flowers stitched onto the back pockets, you have my attention. I'd like to see more of you.

Alright, our story begins as you were standing in line for lunch against the long brick wall. Your left shoulder was leaning against the bricks and the line was stalled. You saw me just as I walked up the stairs and I immediately recognized your brown skin and wavy black hair. I had seen you around a few times since the first day of class, and immediately found your figure distinctive and exotic. Broad shoulders, slim waist, and lovely round ass. Your black tights and white t-shirt suggested you were either coming from a workout or on your way to dance class or something. Very sporty, very hot. You knew I would be watching you. But first, I needed to proceed past the line, weighing my options...

You girls are too subtle. Kendra, a rubbing motion and eye contact is not the same as two taps. This was a one-time offer, non-exchangeable. Girl with the pink bag, you needed to tap two times, one...two, not rhythmically, as if you're just tapping to music. I need to know for sure, or this doesn't work. You have killer legs. Don't give up! There were two others, you know who you are, and then there was you, my little Asian fuck slave. "Please tap," I thought as I walked past, head down, watching her hand resting against her tight black pants. I had almost passed, and there it was, one, two. I continued for a few steps and then looked back. "Gotcha!" I thought as you looked back. I smiled and walked back and looked at the mouth that would be sucking my cock. I approached you, took your hand, and whispered into your ear. Do you remember what I said? Something like "time for lunch you dirty cum slut."  I know, it's bad, but I'm a bad, bad, man who was about to receive fellatio from a woman with which I had never spoken. My kind of girl.

We walked downstairs and into one of the back storage areas (or somewhere around there and no I'm not telling). I closed the door and whispered into her ear again: "don't say a word, just suck Heather's cunt off my hard cock." She nodded and took a knee in front of me as I pulled my love sausage out of my pants. She immediately held the base with her left hand and rested my semi on her extended tongue. She looked up at me as she coaxed the relaxed shaft into her open mouth. Finally, she closed her mouth and applied that slight suction that verifies she is about to do a very thorough job. She moaned, as if tasting the most delectable culinary treat, and then closed her eyes and persisted to slide my hardening shaft deep against the back of her throat. I encouraged her: "suck Heather's cunt of my cock you dirty slut." I know, bad Mag. With skill, she slobbered enough to take me in her hand and stroke me with skill and aplomb. I wish I could give her credit by name, but she prefers an alias, so let's call her Lin. Lin's hands were like sweet butter, jacking the last of Heather's dried fuck sauce off my stiff cock as tiny drops of saliva and precum spattered about. I knew I wasn't going to fuck her, as tempting as it was. No papers, no penetration. So, I had her remove her shirt and sports bra, and then verbalized more words of encouragement as she resumed her feast: "jack that cock all over those tits you dirty cum slut." That got her going, and Lin did as told.

I got this shot off as my delivery dribbled toward her pants, and just in time. Being conscious of her delightfully smooth skin, she wasted no time rubbing it into her belly and breasts. (So that's how they do it!) Then, she put on her bra and shirt, smiled, and we both walked out to resume our regularly scheduled academic career. I kinda felt bad she didn't have time for a proper lunch. I'll make it up to her next time. 

Welcome Home

I saw them standing on the sidewalk smiling as the bus approached. They were three beautiful sisters I hadn't seen in over three months. Most of you know about Sara and Angela, having made regular appearances in my old blog. Mary was their younger sister. I had the pleasure of meeting this fine young lady last spring and we hit it off. She wanted to be used, badly, and I wanted to use her. She was proper, shy, quiet, and wore these academic glasses. But, her wicked smile and restless body language gave her away. She was a cloistered, closet nympho desperate to escape. She had read all my posts about her older sisters. She told me she was still a virgin and asked me "if there was any way I could help her with that?" I took her hands from across the table and promised that I was helpless to refuse so lovely an opportunity. But, as I found out soon after, there was a problem...

She was 17.

I explained that accepting her offer was illegal and that I was not willing to break any laws, no matter how silly and ridiculous they were. For a man with a lifestyle on the fringe, willfully breaking the law is not a good idea, even if it was a near-impossibility of being caught. Following the law, in this case, was about as difficult as any challenge this gentleman has faced in a long time.

Mary was disappointed, as it would be months until her birthday, and used the opportunity to torment me with sexy photos and messages regularly. I won't share anything delivered personally, but in the interest of telling the story, here is a piece of her blog from last April...

If you desire to put your hands on my breasts, than I want you to do that. And, if this is your desire, you should know that my body cries for your soft touch. It yearns for your lips on my bare flesh. It is ready for your open palm if you choose to spank me like some of the others, or punish me. But also, with your slightest desire, I welcome your hard, throbbing cock. As I think about this I can almost feel you inside of me as I burn for you. I can feel your power on top of me, and I wrap my legs over your back. I can smell your body, and feel your breath on my neck. We fit together so perfectly, snugly, as you push against me, into me. I know you so well, and have read about it. Your body attacks mine, first slowly, gently, and then gradually harder, then faster. You know how ready I am. So so ready, but I hold for you, suspend the lust that wells inside. It began so long ago, and I have waited and waited. But, I am ready for you, and ready exactly when you need me. By the time you pinch me I am already there, writhing, accepting the warm flood I crave so much.

Then, she included her photo...

This was taken at her house, which was just off campus. She is a brilliant photographer with a flare for self-portraits, and an excellent subject. I think knowing she was off limits was sort of an inspiration and her sisters teased me about it incessantly.

When she finally turned 18 in May, I did relieve her of her virginity, as some of you have read, and fulfilled my promise to here with care and thoroughness over several days.

Then, I left for the summer.

And, the provocations kept coming. She continued to send me pictures and wicked and descriptive seductions. But, what was most wicked was that she now had something in common with her sisters. I had taken their virginity, all three, and as the summer progressed, they became quite close. Quite intimate indeed. The three would get together and photograph each other kissing, touching, licking each other. Ruthless. They even had a little dildo (called "Little Magnus"), that they would play with to show me what I was missing. It was awful, as I was relatively isolated. It was like a constant prison, yet I was obsessed with checking my inbox.

So, when I saw the three waiting for me on the sidewalk, I was a carnivorous animal. I was primed to commit savage, vile acts that are shameful and depraved. But, that would have to wait. Also waiting at the bus stop was were my parents. Ug. I hugged the girls first, who were right at the door. Sara whispered something in my ear that I couldn't really understand, but got the gist. Anyway, I waved them goodbye to go have burgers and malts with my family. You can't exactly tell your mom, "hey, I really can't do dinner. I've got to go have a foursome with these sisters."

I got back later that night, and it was late, but they were waiting for me in my house. They were seated in the living room chatting and drinking tea! They were fully clothed and greeted me casually. They picked up their bags and kissed me on the cheek as they left. They said it had been a long day and they were tired. (I know it had been a long day. They were texting me nude photos for hours.) So, I walked downstairs, into my room, and started blogging about all this...

I am a wild beast in need of raw meat. Rachel is gone, Heather is out, and Vanessa is away. I am seated in my chair in front of my computer, alone, and my cock is about to tear through my jeans. I will not be tempted. I will not give in, but it will take more strength than ever before.

Just then, I heard the door open outside and footsteps clomping down the stairs. I didn't turn around. I knew it was them. I continued typing in real time, the events as they happened...

I hear them walking down the stairs. Reader, it is them, I can tell. I am enraged with desire, but continue to type, ignoring them completely. Perhaps I am defiant. Perhaps I am getting even, but now they are close, and reading every word I type as they place their fingers on my shoulders and arms. They are asking me if I missed them, and I did. They are asking me if there is anything they can do for me, and there is. I don't need to ask. Sara has crawled under the table and now she is stroking my crotch. My erection is obvious, and she unbuckles my belt, unbuttons my jeans, and slowly pulls my zipper down. Mary and Angie are standing behind me dictating as I write. Sara pulls my cock out of my pants and I feel her soft hands massage it gently. I am aroused, relieved, comforted, enticed. I feel my heart begin to pound. I sense the sex begin to consume the entire room. I can smell them. Their hair, their bodies. I am driven to want. As Sara's sloppy hand wanks me I ask Mary and Angie to remove their clothing, and they both begin pulling up their shirts. I know their bodies well. They are freakishly nubile for their age and the way they moved as they undress is similar and intoxicating. It has been so long since I have seen them in person. I soak in the sight of their smooth pale flesh. They pulled off their bras and then their pants and wiggle out of their panties. They are such good girls, and I want Sara to slow down and squeeze harder. Mary reads as I write and tells Sara to do so. She does. I want her to worship that cock. Mary translates. Her wicked slow hands now feel like magic, soft fuck machines and her lips graze my tip. I have been with all three, but never at the same time, although I have been anticipating it for months. Mary and Angie are now kissing, roving their hands delicately over one another, making little noises. Reader, it is just you and me now again. I wonder who I will fuck first. Sara is the most vicious. She has been doing pussy exercises and claims she can squeeze my cock off. I'm afraid. It's a good fear. I will finish with her. Angie is the middle child. She is kissing Mary passionately and touching her breasts and arms. Angie seems lost in Mary. Mary is the youngest and most innocent, but dangerously horny all the time with a crazy imagination. You'd never guess it by her glasses and sweet smile. Her hand is between her legs and her eyes are closed. I know she wants to be fucked the most. Time to fuck her. Time to stand up, lay Mary on the bed and give it to her hard...

Mary was lost in her sweet, sexy world when I held her and guided her relaxed, naked body onto the bed. She is movable, like soft clay, and her skin and scent invokes a special kind of insanity within me. I touched her body and told her to remember that I needed all of her, every thought in her mind and every bit of her body. I needed her to let go completely for this and focus on nothing but me, my words, my body, my cock that had slowly slipped between her hot, wet lips. I held it there and spoke softly into her ear. I told to make her body ready for me. I held her breast and told her to remember how much she needs my hard cock inside her, and that it would only go any further if she was ready. I asked her if she wanted my cock. She said "yes" in a breathy voice. I pushed a little and stopped. She continued: "Oh, Magnus, please fuck my pussy. Please." She is consistently polite. I pushed and she shuddered and I felt like I was going to cum, but somehow didn't as I began to fuck her. She was a burning flood inside at first, and then embraced me as she fell so deep into a mysterious ecstasy. After a minute her body was the perfect tool of sexual gratification, and she moved with me, breathing deeply and seemed to almost be crying. She was tight silk around me. It was too much. I squeezed her side. I was going to cum, and just then she was tense and I felt my cock somehow pushed out of her. As she was writhing I wanked my load over her breasts and belly. Sara and Angie approved and held Mary's hand. After a minute Mary rubbed her finger over her belly and tasted my cum, playing with it on her lips. She enjoys the taste of my cum, and is sort of obsessed with it, which drives me crazy. I begin taking pictures of her imbibing on my cum and Sara and Angie partake, and it's this glorious feast.

Then I fall on my back beside Mary and we relax for a few minutes. They rub the last of my gift into their bodies and Angie wraps her lips over my flaccid cock. It soon responds and then she straddles me and we begin a long and satisfying evening of joyous lovemaking. I will leave this to your imagination...

Thus was my welcome home, and I am so grateful for my precious sisters and all their sexy wickedness. Love and kisses and soft kisses all over your body.

I know what you're asking...where are the pictures. Well, I'm afraid I must be sparing with photos on this blog, but might send them upon request (if you promise NOT to reblog them!)

Good Morning

Alright, and it's back to business...

I awoke to hands creeping up both legs this morning. They roved gently to my waist and then glided in toward my erection. It was Rachel on my left and Heather on my right. I pretended to sleep as their hands grasped me. They stroked me in tandem and one of them drizzled some lubrication over the top, which quickly worked its way down. Their gentle massaging was surreal in its perfection, to be matched only by the gradual increase in intensity. Their hands were wrapped together, and it seemed as if one of them would begin to stroke faster and then the other. One would slow down a bit, then the other. When it became obvious I was awake, they flung the comforter and sheets aside and sat up beside me. Rachel took over and Heather cupped my scrotum. When Rachel grew tired Heather took over. I think their plan was for a morning quickie, and it wasn't materializing. ;) When Heather's hand got tired, she gave up and used her hot cunt. Good girl. I felt her hair against my chest as she worked my cock, rocking her waist as she does. She knows it drives me crazy. She came and that was it. I was done, spilling inside her. It was a good morning.

I suppose I should introduce a new sign for any new cummers. How about, for today, two taps on the right leg if you want to taste Heather's sweet essence on my hard phallus. That is all for today you perverts.

A Fresh Start

Have you ever wanted to start over? Have you ever wanted to go far away? Leave it all behind you? That's what I did, at least for the summer. It was just me, Mag, but with a new job, a new home, and a new town. I knew no one. I lived alone. There was a college there, but it was on the other side of town, at a safer distance.

When I first got off the plane I felt free, liberated, alive. I was in a strange place, but there was some predictability, some sanity. The paranoia was gone. Erased. My every move was no longer being watched, and it was peaceful.

I have now removed my former blog, which had gotten out of control. Sorry fans. It became overrun with rampant eroticism and what was essentially graphic pornography. Most importantly, it seems like everyone back home had learned of it. The strange looks were starting to become as common as the 'body language.' Signals were everywhere, and not all sexy. For those of you who wonder if it was all true, yes, it was. For those of you who are disappointed about not being included, consider yourselves lucky. Some of those pictures were reblogged all across the internet for friends, parents, acquaintances, and grandparents. (Well, any grandparent so horny and depraved).

I never meant to hurt anyone, and I have learned my lesson in exile. Yet, I feel compelled to continue to blog for some reason, to confess and narrate my life as it happens. Call it an obsession. Call it whatever you want. If it does not get written, especially when it is lurid or fringe or shameful, I simply feel as if something deeply important is missing. It must be written...

So, for this blog, privacy is essential. This blog will include no faces or names or identifying anything except perhaps myself, and maybe not even that. Yes, I will include the dark, savage facts. I will describe the shameful, depraved condition of my existence with as much accuracy as before. It will just be, well, safe. Well safer.

Alright, enough of that. I have returned home and reunited with S, M, and A. I recorded our evening together for posterity. Will share soon.