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!)
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Saturday, October 9, 2010
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...
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...
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