Mirror shot

Found this of someone narrow-casting themselves online. In between doing it myself.

So real and therefore very hot.

Video Feed

Watching myself watch myself.

Fragrance

Parking Garage

Today I ran an errand on campus, and kept thinking of those coeds in the summer dresses as I drove into the parking garage. Warm weather and hardly any students around.

I pulled into the 3/4th empty garage, and looked around. No one was there.

I walked to the office, dropped off my papers, and back at the car, I decided to take off my underwear and spend the rest of my day driving that way, my cock half erect, and no one the wiser. I would walk into stores, get gas, etc. Loose and horny in there.

I saw there was no one around and I stood by my car, and out in the open pulled down my pants. And I took off my underwear.


I was on the first floor, and anyone could pull in. The sun lit the area and I could see for hundreds of yards. And so could anyone else.

I sat in the chair in the front seat, my shirt still on, and began to massage my cock. Soon I was erect. Anyone walking by would not know unless they actually walked up and asked me a question.

Then, for an open-air thrill, I stood next to my car, door open, and looked around, with my erection pointing straight ahead. No one was (probably) around for hundreds of feet. Then from, the right a car approached from the lower level and passed by towards the exit. They would have seen my head but not my cock until they had passed by my car, and if they had been looking at me.

And in that moment, I did not move. I simply stood next to my car, as if I was contemplating what items to take with me, or what number to call, and let the car pass, 20 feet away, as it went towards the gate.



I did not look at them, and presumably they did not look at me.

If they saw me, bottomless and erect, ready to fuck or cum, they did not slam on any breaks or slow as they rounded the column to pull out. I watched, then put my jeans back on. And got in and drove, a pair of underwear on the seat beside me.

A thrill I would love to repeat. And somehow get pictures of myself.

A new kind of thrill will come when I get caught. Or arrested.

Suck It And See

I think that I would go there. If she looked into my eyes, and offered her cock to me, I would stop - a moment. And begin to suck her off.

Try to suck her off as well as I possibly could. It wouldn't be another guy I was sucking off... no, it's not like that. It's a chick. She has all the attributes I find sexy. Tits, curves, and soft skin. A strong nose. Thighs. Dude, she's fucking hot. And she has a cock. And best of all an aggressive attitude.



She knows what she wants and she knows how to play in my bed. Her cock, hard, would be a challenge. She'd tease me with it. And I would know what to do with it. I would be able to swallow her, engulf her. Drink from her pussy/cock and make her hard, like I would want her to swallow and drink me. I'd get hard myself, giving her head, licking her and grabbing her ass, feeling those balls, kneading her tits and making her moan.

Oh suck me.

Loving her with my mouth, my skin, my hands and my cock. Straining to explode, to flow thick ropes of cum onto her cock and balls, her saliva-slick spunk oozing out onto my fist as I jerk her off onto me. Finger her asshole, and try to enter her from behind.

Her hot spunk pouring out onto her stomach as I fuck her ass missionary, her cock up against my pelvic bone. Her balls on my cock, she's beautiful under me, legs open, her cock straining as it spasms.



I'd pull out and cum all over her pussy/cock. All into her belly button, on her balls. Her wet shaft.

And I'd lick my spunk all fucked up with hers, spread around, sweaty and sweet.

I'll Lick Your Ass

What is it? The absolute and insatiable attraction to her asshole? I know it is not clean, and not where I might otherwise go. But it's another hole. That's it. A hole.

There's depictions of her licking assholes. Usually another woman, because to see her nose, her tongue and her lips up a hairy guy's asshole and under his sweaty balls, well, it doesn't get me off when I'm looking up her skirt, but it might get him off.




Better, to see her pull down her pants and stick her lips and tongue up the snatch of another beautiful... and groomed and trim woman. To pull those luscious asscheeks apart and love and lick and smell and pull out that secret rosebud of sex and shit.

Because her vagina, her cunt, her fuckhole isn't enough. It's flappy and wet and sticky and it's ready for cock. It's deep, but her asshole has her fine hair and her shitty sweaty smell. She can lick that, she can not get enough.



She can grab her ass and smell her asshole, and tease her. My tongue is not on your clit, but lower. Where you spread your own ass and shit. Your inner crevice. Where you are vulnerable, not sexy and spreading your legs, flashing the men, but actually sitting on the toilet. Pushing out shit and wiping yourself. Feeling your own curve, your own joined thighs to around, under your pubic mound and hairy-slick cunt lips.

Back further, your tight ass where a tongue doesn't belong. Where a cock doesn't fit. Where it goes out but doesn't go in. Where I'm licking you as you stick your ass up in the air and spread to get more, to let me kiss deeper.

And come right onto that hole.













That forbidden and delicious asterick of you. Because that's all you would let me do.

Samples

The "showreel" to Ifeelmyself.com.

Hot. Best parts: natural women, bushes, real tits, arty backwards film-bits, jerking off without obscenely large dildos.

New nudity

The real and new nudity is about real people showing what they do when they have sex.

I want the new nudity to show people enjoying each other. They're not being made up and lit for the photographers rather than for the people they're fucking.

They're not shaved. Their boobs aren't fake. And they smile at each other, they're having a good time, not counting the photo-ops.

They still fuck on a couch. But the view outside isn't of the Hollywood hills.

They fuck each other, not the camera. The firm hand on the stomach, the assertive hold to insert the dildo, says more than any mesh rubber stockings can.

Their flaws are okay, are welcome. That's what makes them people. Not objects. In the new realm of I want the new nudity to be real nudity.

The rise of amateur sites and webcam self-confessions is fueled by this desire for the real and the true. Andrew's "Post-Porn Manifesto" here in Filthy Gorgeous Things online mag says it well. "We as a culture desperately need to rediscover authentic sexy."

Hot for Teacher

She's older, been around the block. Divorced by now. Yet confident. She wears her sex well.

She knows what she wants because she's had it. She's seen it all. She's fucked in the back seat, had her face cummed on. Blown the guys in the supply closet, and fingered the young tarts before they knew what was quite happening to them.


She's in charge.

Brown pussy lips she fingers at night, lips that have felt more cock than you can count. She loves to teach.

She'll ask me to demonstrate my point, and elucidate my research.

She'll open her legs and finger her clit in view. Make sure I'm paying attention to the lesson.

She will make sure I have mastered the previous exercise before moving on to the next.

Will she will let me fuck her missionary to her face, then turn over and let me fuck her from behind, to get well-rounded research experience? Would she make sure I cum deep inside her, no pulling out at the last minute? Because that would be cheating.

She looks over her shoulder and wonders what I'm thinking now.

I'm thinking of what's under that dress. And staying after class.

One more boy shorts

These are technically not for boys, but cut for girls.

In a style the duplicates boy shorts.

Wait, it is so for the boys.

Before and After

Clothes make the woman. And what they're wearing never quite reveals what they are like under them.



An incredible amount of time is spent putting the right clothes over a body, to emphasize its attributes and hide its (perceived) faults. "Does this dress make my butt look big?" "Yes, baby it makes it look real good and big."

And... an incredible amount of time is spent trying to imagine that person in front of you... without all those clothes on.

Clothes are sexy. Clothes are fun to take off. They not only slowly reveal the person underneath, but reveal a process. These layers were put on by the person... stripping in reverse. The undergarments and complicated wraps and fasteners are where her or his fingers were.

The lacy devices, the teasing stockings. The peek-a-boo underwear. They touch and clothe and cover parts...creases of their own bodies.

Now... I am revealing that body again. Undoing the process.



They also reveal what the person is thinking. She put these long stockings on, to draw attention to her legs? This loose sweater - so people can't make out her nipples?

Shapes, details, nuances and curves. Clothes hide them all, but suggest. We know what people look like naked but only in general. We love to take them off, slowly and deliciously, and be surprised, or even, be justified in what we thought we would see. A collision of the imagination and anticipation.



I hate it when my lover strips their clothes off in one fell swoop. I don't want someone to automatically be naked. I want to learn something about you... and about what I expected. Slowly and inch by inch along the way.

Love You 2 Times

Do people make movies of themselves because we think we're all beautiful-looking porn stars, in our own heads? As proof that we can do it?

Did do it? Or to regard ourselves, a kind of narcissistic spectacle.

There's a sense of exposure and vulnerability when fucking. Sexuality is personal, specific and impossible to describe. Only to show. And feel. A bit uncomfortable, daring, not sure how it will turn out, and so very exciting. A hope for acceptance. Success. A good time. And no embarrassment.

Vulnerabililty. So to capture that moment, that epiphany, that climax, and express it.

Reflection

I've received some emails (offline, not in the comments) that have asked me more deeply about my exhibitionist practice here. How I've felt about exposing myself (physically and emotionally), what made me do it... and even in more than once case, can they join me?

People are really supportive; they like to watch. I like to be watched. It's something I knew early in my sexual development. There was a sense of role play in getting naked with someone, the anticipation and sense of fun leading up to the sweaty sticky act.

The lead-in, the teases, the jokes, the declarations, were all so very much a part of the turn-on for me.

I like to put on a show, but never really had much opportunity to put it on for more than one person. I think would have liked to try to be in a room with another couple, trading each others genital contact, the kisses, the fingering. Not sure that will ever happen. And here, in public (sort of) I get a chance to pull down my pants and wave my hard dick around.

I'm glad some of you like it. It's a turn-on for me, and makes me feel closer to feelings I've often had to repress. For social reasons, of course; for propriety.

I appreciate the feedback.

People ask me if I would ever consider posting pictures of my wife on here. This isn't her thing, I don't think. The closest I've come is describing bouts of sex, what I've done with her, what she's done with me. While that will remain private between us in actuality, the spirit of these happenings I share in another attempt to expose myself, to be vulnerable. Truthful and maybe a little bit naughty. Hey look what I did.

One aspect interesting to this whole social experiment is that the people that want to reach out to me and talk... do so offline, by email one to one. Even though what seems to be capturing our imaginations is the sharing and public aspect of this conversation, when someone wants to let me know I'm writing something that's tickling their good part, they don't post a comment.

They want to tell me straight. There's still a need to say something privately, personally, intimately and honestly.

Doing it out in public has its own honesty, but its not earned so much as dared.

Redhead On The Roof

For your... and my... enjoyment.

I love her attitude. Although I'm not sure I buy it.