For all my talk about how I have no readers of this blog, I’ve never done any promotion of it, I guess mainly because I started it as a diary and a blog was the easiest way to do that, at least for me, and while there’s some thrill in thinking it might be discovered by someone some day I also don’t want anyone to see it until I’m dead or at least retired. I mean, I think about making money with it, and as one of my imaginary readers or maybe as some future reader who’s reading in chronological order (now that I have the first-post and next and previous links working) you’ve seen those A****n affiliate links I started using the other week. So I have been thinking about how to get it publicized and the best advice I’m seeing is that I should go comment on other people’s sex blogs.
There used to be that blogroll thing where you link to all your favorites in the right-hand column. Do people still do that? This default theme I’m using doesn’t seem to have it, but maybe turning it on is easy and I just have to look for it. That seems a lot easier than commenting. Probably less effective.
So I’m visiting my dad in a place near my hometown, and a couple of my best friends still live around here and we went out for beers last night, and I told them about this site. These are friends I’ve known a LONG time … once since the summer before kindergarten, one since early in high school. There’s a fourth in the group whom I’ve known since 7th grade, but he lives elsewhere. My wife has known them all for 20ish years. Anyway, one really, really funny thing is we get on video calls now and again, and on one of these calls, one of them made a joke about “cunnilinguist.” So, nobody’s going to believe this but not 2 months before this conversation I had registered the domain name for this site, and I had not said a word about it to anyone. I almost fessed up when whoever it was made the joke, but I held back; I think I hadn’t actually written any posts by then and I needed some more time to keep the idea to myself before I started writing.
Anyway, so last night I told them I was writing all this, and for the first time I told them about my wife’s superpower. I had been shy about telling them this before. So I told them and it was pretty fun. They both looked it up and one of them saw a recent post, maybe the last one I don’t know, and said “spanking and whips!” and I said “yep.”
That one, by the way, participated in my only experience something like group sex. He oraled and fucked my girlfriend very well, I heard later, while I fooled around with a friend of hers from art class. The two couples could hear each other, but we were in separate rooms. We were super drunk (this was college) and had gotten together to watch Forbidden Zone, the Oingo Boingo movie, which I recall being extremely hard to follow while very drunk, but maybe it’s always hard to follow that movie. Anyway I mention this mainly to indicate that we’re all pretty comfortable with one another.
This is the same group of friends, with the addition of the one other guy, with whom I had the conversation about getting your dick dirty during anal sex, that I mentioned in It’s a process.
Anyway. So it turns out, after I confessed that I had this secret blog of smut, the other friend–not the group sex one–showed us his secret anonymous photography site! On which he has a bunch of photos of hot naked models! (Among other things). Go to the portraiture section, and “Humans” under “More.” He’s not professional in the sense of making a career out of it, but he’s at least an extremely accomplished amateur and it’s so cool to hear he’s booking models, paying them, etc. We’re all the same age and he’s just starting to think about making it a bigger part of his life–like getting something into a gallery–but his regular job is one that could be kind of threatened by exposure of this work. His stuff is art, not smut (although some is VERY sexy), but you never know what fraction of your customers are going to freak out about something like this.
I can’t write a whole post without going back to last weekend at least a little. It was great; I don’t remember a lot of it right now, although I do remember waking up feeling like it was so good I needed to write it down right away, before I forgot it. There was a lot of fucking and spanking and whipping and clit chewing, I know. And I do remember, on the first big night of the weekend, when we got to that part of the night where it was time for me to blow my load, a couple hours in or whatever is was, she was using one of the machines, lying on her back, and I was standing next to her with my hard cock pointing at her face, stroking it. I moved to climb above and straddle her, and grabbed the oil, and she started whimpering in excitement and anticipation.
I coated her with Neutrogena Body Oil (affiliate link) on tits and chest and climbed up, grabbing each tit with one hand to squeeze it toward my cock in the middle. Stroking back and forth, I got hotter and hotter and she looked so sultry and gorgeous, like a glamorous screen siren of the 60s, and then she turned toward my cock and gave it a dangerous look. I inched forward so she could reach me and laid the tip of my cock on her mouth. She gently licked and flicked it with her tongue for a few moments, then tilted her head forward and gulped it inside and her body jolted with a quick climax, which, as usual, nearly made me lose it but I held on. While continuing to work the machine on her clit and pussy, she grabbed my ass with one hand to pull me closer and then began pulling and letting go to signal me to start fucking her mouth. She flashed those big eyes up at me and took me into her throat, and let me do the work while she looked up at me and started coming over and over.
It was getting hotter and hotter and I guess you can imagine what it might do to my ego that Aphrodite wants me to fuck her mouth and throat so she can lie there and come over and over. My ego got big, and my cock got as big as it can, and I was ready to come so I said so. That gorgeous girl started meeting every thrust of mine with a neck snap and I let go, moaning in pleasure. I got a little on her lip unintentionally–we both moved the same direction when it was time to pull out–and I fired the rest off to the other side of the bed while looking at that. But only for a split second before I grabbed her a tissue to clean up with.
Oh, back to the friends. I got home and thought to check that none of my threesome stories had involved anyone they might know or suspect they know. So I had to read through every post again, and it’s safe. It occurs to me now that having known them so long, I can ask them for constructive criticism. I’m really interested in hearing their honest reactions.
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