Thursday, October 29, 2009

A year ago . . .

Despite the best laid (ha) plans of VSK and myself, we just haven't done a good photo shoot for a while. I decided to look back a year ago and see if there were some pictures I missed. I mean, I know that there are a lot of good pictures that haven't seen the light of this blog, but I am afraid of duplication so I tend to skew toward trying to come up with some new shit. Ah, but the old shit is pretty damn good, judging by this shot. Hope it makes you shoot. Or makes somebody shoot you, in a nice way, of course. Happy Thursday!

By the way, I've got another in the vein if you want. Only a little closer and naughtier. (Pander pander pander . . .)

Friday, October 23, 2009

Just her

I am a shitty pornographer. I promise I will try to do better. Here are some pictures as a first down payment on better pornography. You can make suggestions. I am ready for some suggestions. Now excuse me while I go fuck VSK silly.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Switches and bitches

The other day I found myself enraged by VSK's insolence. I had to wipe that smirk off her face. It helps to put the collar around her neck, and then snap the leash to the collar. I threaded the leash through the bed frame, which essentially allowed me to jerk her head down, with her knees on the floor. Still she smirked, the little selfish bitch. The nice thing about a long leash is that it can be put to multiple uses. I took a goodly length of it and whipped her mocking ass hard until she finally began to see that I can switch from cuckold to master if the bitch warrants it. From here I rotated her to my cock. That was really satisfying, and she put some effort into sucking me from her knees while I stood. I finally rolled her on the bed and relieved myself in her still defiant pussy. That's the problem and the pleasure of this kitten, she has layers and layers of camouflage. The Minx, she's a bit easier to dominate, perhaps simply because she is just not as physically strong. She craves to be used like this, and frankly this post is for her. VSK, she knows what I want. Yet she still spends a lot of time resisting. These are pleasant problems, vexing, but pleasant. Women are complex creatures, and I am a glutton for punishment, giving and receiving.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

HNT: Vegas

We had a nice time in the city of sin, but there was a lot less sinning going on than I would have preferred. This view would pass for normal outside by the pool at Hard Rock Hotel, where they have waitresses who dress in bikini's that show an equivalent amount of tail. We may not have played like rock stars but we certainly ate like rock stars. Or was that summo wrestlers? Anyway, the weather was perfect, the gambling fair, the sights prurient, and the beds comfy. I'm sure we'll be back soon, to either the land of sin, or Sin City. Here's to whatever comes first!

Wednesday, October 7, 2009


Knowing that its unlikely that I will be posting tomorrow, I thought I'd take a moment to be ahead of the curve for a change. Now this is no HNT post, its rather better than that. This particular picture was taken for my benefit, that is, I'm not this big. And with any kind of luck this type of behavior may repeat itself this weekend. At heart, all my roosterish pride aside, I get a big thrill out of VSK's seducing or using or being used by another man. Bigger than the menage a trois you might ask? Not bigger or smaller, ahem, just different. With men its more pure sex I suppose, it gets to something kind of primal for me. I like sharing her, and it usually, if not right then and there two guys banging away, just a matter of hours before I get whatever she gave away. These little mementos I get are kinda key but even if its just her telling me the stuff she did its all good. Practice makes perfect. She might not be perfect but she's very, very good. Have a great weekend!

Thursday, October 1, 2009

HNT: Commands

Its been awhile since I have had these two sexed up cats at my beck and call. They both crave attention, kind words, the low murmur of a man slowly running his hands across their breasts from behind, the hot breath and teeth on their necks. They like to be commanded to please to be pleased, to please each other. Last night I was away and all I could do is demand that they send me some tokens of their obedience. Kinda blurry obedience but what the hey? I know they like to hear about what you would do to them. I know they have ideas of what they will do to each other, soon, in the bright humming madness of desire.