Bodies of Sex

I have never seen so many vaginas in my life. Vaginas attached to their sweet booties. I have also never seen so many cocks. Soft cocks, semi cocks, rock hard cocks. Females jerking cocks. Males eating the creme de la creme of gorgeous cunts. Tongues searching in the nudeness of proffered orifices. Cocks penetrating holes. Cocks firming in holes. One leg up high, her cunt half a cock deep. Whatever you can imagine, I can find it in pornographic heaven.

Males shooting their cum in women's mouths. Like hungry birds with their beaks open cooing for the white stuff. We are made to fuck each other. Everything that is in the designer, is in our body. Was she a she, or was he a he?. Well we are the results of the creator, we are the toys. Imagine a life without sex?. No cock, no cunt, no breasts, we would spend our day fingering our anuses.

How little we own our bodies. We are owned by our bodies. A woman checks out the cock specifics of every man that passes her by. She vanishes into his maximus-muscles beneath his skin tight pants, pumping those pedals on the bike. She imagines his cock straightening for her, his ass muscles bunching as he pushes that hefty cock into her fanny. And of course anything pounding, anything bolt upright, anything sliding back and forth, anything tightening, anything filling, is so sexual for her body.

I can see as many vaginas as I choose to. I can freeze frame them, or zoom in for closeups. Men want vaginas. Loads of them. Every shape, and every size. We are obsessed with looking at cunts, shaved, or surrounded by pubic hair. Once the desire is born in my body, all my energies are bent on satisfying it. The invasion of porn lends itself to fantasy, and naturally to self masturbation. We follow the needs of the body. Sex doesn't stop because I am single.

There is cock in every direction. Beautiful handsome cocks longing for your attention. She undid the jeans of a man wearing a black leather jacket, and pulled on the waistband of his underpants, and looked in. His cock was nestled like a sleeping snake in the bottom of his undies. She was a woman who could pause time. As she strolled along a busy street she inspected the wares of men. She zipped him up and headed over to a man who looked like he was in a hurry, and needed to be somewhere else. She had difficulty undoing the top button on his trousers, and the buttons thereafter of his fly, and splayed the material to get a look at his cock, and ball bag, caught in movement beneath his underpants, which were white. She grabbed a handful of genitalia and squeezed them tight. They were gooey and whooey, or should she say soft and squishy. She pulled down his underpants just enough to see the soft and the squishy in mid air flight. She gave his warm cock a lick up to the end of the foreskin, and down its length, then packaged him up.

Sometimes I get caught up in fantasy writing. Who wouldn't love to have such power. Stopping time so you can have your sexual way. Stripping a roomful of people going about their daily business. Lifting a penis, thwanging someone's giggling balls, sticking my fat finger into a cunt. Smacking butts, kissing lips, sliding my hands over hips, pinching nipples, pruning pubes. Oh I wish.

There is such a phyla of cock to be visited on porn sites. Semi cocks drooping over ball-sacs, cocks with extraordinary ball bags swanging between legs, cocks whooped in their foreskins, cocks sculpted by the scalpel, cocks half in cunts, cocks creeping around the juiced lips, cocks bulging the mouth, cocks swallowed down the throat, cocks dripping in saliva, ten cocks surrounding one woman each one slightly different to the rest, cocks peeing over women, cocks with a tennis grip hand around them, cocks up asses, cocks spilling their sauce on bellies, cocks swaying like water diviner's looking for water, cocks inside a pump being sucked into a vacuum chamber, well veined cocks, new-age cocks,

That feeling a woman gets when parting her legs over a man's face, to squat over me, and rip open the white cotton crotch of her black pantyhose, and grind her cunt into my face, with a look of delirium on her face, its very vaginal in here. I have a handsome dick, no question. I love the sight of my glossy cock emerging from the depths of a pussy. I also like seeing the dicks of other men desperately climbing up women's pussies, their cocks full of gravely grunts. This pleasure which is derived from seeing. Seeing the sexual apparatus of other beings. It groans and moans inside of me. It is my hard cock that trades places, that paints a woman's cunt.

No matter how lovely is her face, or for that matter her tits, I am drawn to a woman's sex. My gaze is thrust towards her belly, and her cunt. To me, a woman becomes nothing else but her cunt. My gaze fights for possession of her luscious cunt. Afterall her cunt is the secret of her body. I am always on watch for those lips, those fleshy gates that I must pass through. For despite my vulgarity for pornography, I do have a romantic side to me. A kiss on her rosebud mouth full of juice, with the fleshy cock of a tongue inside, the teeth to nibble upon it, and the tongue to search through the salivary juices to the back of the throat, so fucking warm inside the cavern of her mouth. My hands on her breasts, unclipping the bra, fingers feeling for the nipples like a hungry mouth. Her nipples erect like two little cocks, or blunt pointed dowels. I bend them side to side. My cock is pressing into her soft belly.

I whisper "I love you" this declaration of the desperate flesh that wants to feel her, be inside her. I picture the nudity of my erection, her lips parting and opening as I push into her love hole. But not yet. I remove her panties. Now you stand completely naked before me. Pleasure gushes through me at seeing her naked. What a mind blowing cunt she has. I am sure I can hear her lips smacking in anticipation of the arrival of my cock. Earlier we pissed conversation like a weak bladder in the hope this would happen. The smell of moist cunt, and moist ass, my tongue was wetting for her. A creamfruit smell arose from my cock, I had smelt it sometimes in bed before I fell asleep. Putting a finger into the end of my cock, the slight moistness, then sniffing my finger, that is what I smelt. I could tell by the way she grabbed my cock she could smell it too.

Before I partake in sex, I always wash myself, especially my cock, and of course my anus. I peel back my foreskin, and bathe all the parts therein. Then it is time to wash studiously the crenulations of my anus, soaping the outside, and even the inside, stirring my finger around inside. I like my balls. They are well shaped. I have a very nice pair. I couldn't imagine my cock without them. Imagine having a cock and nothing else. Like the balls are hidden away inside like a pair of woman's ovaries. They would have to change the shape of male underwear. But really excites me, is when a woman sees my cock, and exclaims "What a nice cock." She feels my cockness with her hand "oooooooo" that's lovely. She can't wait till it pushes her labia flesh aside "Jesuuus!."

She told me that my ball bag had a lovely spicy smell. She should know, because she had her nose close to them. Actually she had her olfactory within the folds of skin. Fuck she sure knew how to make a guy feel good about his balls. Mine were heavy and loose, and she loved the feel of them inside her mouth. Its wet and warm, and I love the pull as if she was trying to swallow me down, but instead she swills my ball around her mouth, I am in sexual heaven, my cock is as hard as applewood, slammed against my belly. Clear drops ooze from the red slit like dew on the tip of morning grass. One clear drop rolls down the shaft, following a lustful vein that forks off towards my balls, and settles onto her upper lip. I feel so embodied. This is what sex does to me. I ooze out of my cockhole dripping like a tap that is about to be turned on.

She has one ball in her mouth sucking on it, then releases it and gobbles the other ball sucking it into her mouth. I grab my cock with my right hand and begin to wank my boner, the head is silk-slippery from all the precum. Her big eyes are looking up at me like a doll, my balls rearranging in her mouth, and I shoot my load into the air, a long whiplike thread curving through the air landing on her face, her eyes, her hair, my discharging balls still in her hot mouth.