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? Without shame the man I like knows and avows the deliciousness of his sex, Without shame the woman I like knows and avows hers.? Walt Whitman ? A Woman Waits For Me ****** I?m always reaching out for some kind of foothold to what might lead to eventually a complete aesthetic erotic experience ? the kind I found in my younger days when sex was somehow a brave new world and more trepid in the imagining of its possibilities .When I can feel the moths in my craw attempting mutiny, when I can stand on the precipice of a gushing ravine leering over into the aqueous bosom below, wondering just how deep it is and whether or not I?ll have my body lacerated from my scurrilous soul by some uncertain moral solid sentinelled in the sediment; and that is when I know I am experiencing life at the loftiest heights of my senses. To achieve these chimerical fascinations of dreams in desire a series of internal fantasies burgeon in my mind, lingering until reaching a firmament of arousal. * *********** I provoke these abdominal ticklers by scrutinizing my girlfriend Nadia?s clothed form and then imagining Wednesday?s pee-shoot porno job with an audience of perspiring camera operators following my lube starched cock patrolling its way up the sweaty trench of Nadia?s arse crack and then bayoneting her rectum with a leery lunge, her arching jaw snarling at the itching bystanders. Next is a jump cut to her sucking me off, I then multiply the number of cocks Ankara escort bayan involved in my little scenario by introducing to my reverie another actor harnessing himself into the action from her behind, his need to feel her clitoris lap up the full length of his cock shaft malting from his craned eyes into her cavernous rose hued crack. My body sprawling like a dog half grinning, eyes rolling on its back urging to have its belly scratched, barking at her half muted snaps attempting to extinguish my double dipped wick with a jolt of hot breath and a snuff of my cock tip?s bolting fire with her sopping tongue. The other guy?s cock now confidently inside her cunt and she?s suddenly at the mercy of a desultory assailant, not knowing when she might become slave to her own lust and desire. That?s when my nerves spark like a couple of frayed live wires in a pool of seduction ? * We had already done the preliminary two or three nude photos for the purpose of filing what we looked like for the owner of the website to approve our physiques. We had stripped off and the camera guy said, ?Nice breasts? to Nadia, they are lovely breasts, supple and keen looking. He next said ?Okay turn around?. I stood there thinking that next time he saw my partner she?d be hooting and stammering, her breasts jigging from her chest to every brayed buck of my obdurate passion, knowing for this moment that I would ruthlessly credit her exhausted Escort Balgat countenance like a spittoon for spoof with a strew of steaming sperm fish. Finally after we?d primed ourselves by fucking I?d be hovering over her, flooding her naked body and gawping mouth with urine ? but for now we stood like a couple of letterbox brochure models for a ?before and after? hair removal advert. A bulky man walked past us catching an eye full of my partner?s hairy tuft and naked breasts, I wondered if he was sizing her up for his potential inclusion in a shoot, in other words who could pass up an opportunity to not pass an opportunity like that? It was my turn in front of the camera and I was not asked to turn around. * Wednesday soon came and we arrived at the pee shoot fairly refreshed from a good night?s sleep, we budding porn actors must take care of our constitutions, no wild partying till the wee hours for us, there will be plenty of hours of wee for us later. I had been drinking a hell of a lot of water like it was going out of fashion, as if they needed to flavour it, carbonate it, and call it soda in order to keep selling the stuff. My bladder was at full capacity, infact I believe it was having nightmares about counting camels jumping over an oasis. My partner slipped into a short denim skirt, a low cut black strap top, and was given a pair of shiny black stilettos to wear. The scene was laid out. Tiger skin patterned Batıkent escort rug, rich pastel coloured cushions of yellow and mauve. This was not your ?girl next door? all-natural Indy erotica; this was genuine bubblegum titillating tack, the ?World Wanking Federation?, of which we all know is faked but get off on the theatrics. * We began on our knees, kissing and fondling. I hitched her breasts from the top and the photographer gawped with delight, ?Those breasts look great hanging out of the top like that?. Mental note: breasts look great hanging out of tops. * My partner then was asked to suck my cock, and to suck it porn style. Her hand firmly gripping it, her tongue and lips schmoozing the tip, ?That?s great, wood on the first take? yapped the photographer. We then moved to the ?cowgirl? position or ?Fish Gobbling? (according to a 200BC Mawangdul medical manuscript) with Nadia on top straddling me, squatting over and lowering herself down onto my cock which I was massaging in the direction of her descending cunt, hoping to get stiff enough for a clean entry. I always get taken by surprise with this position and found that the sensations in my cock had collided with my brain suddenly and no longer was it able to act independently without interference from cerebral interjections like ?my hairy skinny legs look like I?m performing the Ministry of Silly Sex sketch? or ?I look malnourished, this will look like a starved man fucking for food hand-outs?. I had gone soft, and soft cock with hard core porn doesn?t quite cut the muff. Panic stations. Our contract stated that if I couldn?t get hard, we didn?t get paid ? no play no pay. The tip of my cock butted her cunt lips but the shaft bent and grooved and failed to stiffen its resolve.