Lovely Is The Nude

Nudes are flowers for me. Each one a stop to admire, and if I liked it enough, I would pluck it, put it in a vase of fresh piss, and brazenly fuck it. There I go again. I have sex on my brain.

Virtually all the women today, as far as I can see, wear tights. The material is very sheer, and is designed to excite the male. They wear tights, tighter than tight, like a second skin. Very little is left for the imagination. The tights make them appear as though they have a seamless body. Can't take my eyes of their buns. The mechanics of those jaunty hips. The mound at the front makes me horny. Its like a prow announcing a visitation. It all screams sex. They get around virtually nude. Its all very legal.

God, what an uproar there would be if the guys turned up to work in tights like the women are free to do. Wearing tights, their extremities showing. The women would get no work done. They would stand around gorging on a male's deliciousness. Every movement of a males glutinous maximus would pop their eyeballs. The front of the tights is full, and heavy, showing off the baseline. The package would be contained with softening. We couldn't have their cocks trembling, curving, squirming with arousal. Now that would be considered abnormal.

Well at least we are halfway there. The naked body is so associated with sex. We are told we are bad because we are born into a naked body. Nobody can get out of themselves. The only way we can dumb ourselves down is by living, more, and more, inside our heads. In my clothes, I can hide my body.

You get to watch me slide out of the sheets so fucking naked. I went and pissed, came back with a hell of a hard on, and lay down beside you. My cock remains firm, supple, resilient as ripe fruit. We lie on a mattress that is wide enough to allow two bodies to move in any direction. We can stretch each other out, and fuck each other madly. You are too sore for me to put my cock in you. I want an orgasm. I fucked you for hours last night without cumming. Now you tell me you are too sore. I lie beside you and begin masturbating. I ask you to spit on my cock. I shut my eyes, and clutch my balls, and begin stroking beneath the head of my chiselled cock. The curve of my finger, and thumb, provide the right amount of pressure to squeeze the pleasure that awaits inside.

I tell her that I am imagining that my cock is inside her cunt, her warm squishy cunt. That the grip around my cock is her cunt sheath masturbating me. She seems excited to hear this, and bends over my cock, and lobs a thick gob of spit over the head. This surrogate cum from her mouth sends my cock into ecstasy, and before I know it, I have lost control of my packed hammer, and am shooting at least a meter high into the air my orgasm. The cum falls over my hand, and I am in juicy cock heaven.

There is something thrilling about watching a person's penis get hard for the first time. His penis filling with his intimacy. He makes his own personal Viagra. "Jesus! that's a nice dick. Ooooooo so lovely. So alive. So animal."

Your penis is beautiful in an ugly sort of way. You slide your foreskin back, so the head of your cock pops out, all pink, and heart-shaped, and you grip the tense shaft, slightly more than a handful. Your hand resting at the pubic base as you pull back on the strain. "Ooooh mmmmm ahhh ohhh."

She had knitted ball-sized pouches. Sitting on the couch knitting needles clacking expertly as she focused on ball bag sizes. This made Miss Pussy a little bit horny thinking about the six, or seven guys wearing her knitting on their juice sacks, their semi erections hanging over the top, how fucking cute. She could feel a joy wave gathering in her cunt. She imagined herself in a room full of guys, they were all in the nude, of course. Their cocks are swinging everywhere. Cocks of every size, and every shape. Her job was to wash the men, so there was a bath in the middle of the room, and she was scrubbing a short thick penis, ooooooh what a blast. She was starker's except for a pair of pinkish, thigh highs. She was soft-soaping his balls which were warm, and heavy, and oh so loose in her hands. She lifted one ball, and let it fall, lifted the other ball and let it fall. They were eggy, and very independent. Her hands moved expertly all around his wet, and slippery crotch, working the suds up his erection, squooooch. She held his cock like a trowel, and pulled slowly on it. She felt the thickness twitch inside. She had a serious case of dick lust.

Why do most people on the beach, wear hardly any clothes?. Skimpy bikinis, speedos. It is as though they want all the world to see their bodies. I like things out in the open where I can see them. I can see things as exactly as they look. Thirst knows water, as our sexual adventures knows our genitals. We make babies. All we have to do is to fuck. Sex makes you feel wanted. We all want to feel wanted. Some of us need saliva, cum, and booze to accentuate the fuck. We take our pants off, and our underwear, until we are naked. Each of us lives in the thinnest wrapping of clothes. Her slit showed its rounded peach through the glistening stockings. Her sex had a shorn vagina look about it. It was shaded by hairs. A lovely dark grey. I love libidinous pics of women. It is a vast universe of 'look-don't-touch' in which we live.