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The end of this video is sort of unique and was kind of sexy to me. The whole thing is alright, but I liked the span between 9:28 - 10:38.
I like that most of this video is fairly sensual. I like the way he uses his fingers. I like that he came inside, waited, and pushed back in. I like the way the look on her face says she was hoping he would. He’s also attractive, so…
Despite the beautiful super-humans involved, it was easy to suspend disbelief on this one.
superubertek asked: Hey man, I just want you to know--we exist! I absolutely agree with your post about the problems w/ non-consent, incest, and bigotry (racism, mostly) in the impregnation kink "scene" (such as it is). I've always thought the fun of the kink is the loss of control, the basic-ness of the act, and the risk, and that's more than enough. Also, your stories are great!
Thanks, and I’m glad you “get” what’s important about our anti-kink.
(I don’t know why I held onto this Ask for so long.)
is it worth it?
We’re well-fed and fresh out of the shower on a Friday night after a long work week, warm and clean and content on our living room couch. We’re both wearing pajama pants, but I haven’t bothered with the shirt and you haven’t buttoned yours, which I suppose I should have realized meant something interesting might happen tonight.
We didn’t expect this when we chose it, but this evening’s movie has a very hot sex scene, and, at its climax, I feel your hand press lightly against my belly a moment and then slide slowly down until your fingertips slip under the elastic waistband of my PJs. I turn my head slightly, surprised, wondering what kind of look might be on your face, and I find your eyes locked on the screen, lips slightly parted.
venusdove asked: I just love your stories! Are they all from personal experience, fiction, or maybe a mix of the two?
Thanks! From what I understand, all good writers of fiction steal from their real lives; nobody makes it all up from scratch. I’m not saying I’m a good writer, but sharing their habits can’t hurt.
I suspected this, which is a big reason fantasies about non-consensual impregnation and birth control sabotage make me ill: “In analyses stratified by partner violence exposure, associations of reproductive control with unintended pregnancy persisted only among women with a history of partner violence.” I already wondered how many posting these fantasies limit themselves to fantasy… And now I have to wonder how many are also violent.
Christina straddles her lover and her hot velvet pussy milks the come from his balls. He shoots his cum deep inside her, and they lay together afterwards in a loving embrace.
And that’s true enough.
But readers of this blog will enjoy even more the dialog starting at about 2:48.
Yes, it’s sub-titled.
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Kenna Kane in one of the hottest impreg talk XXX scenes I have ever encountered.
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Leii Koshi in yet another hot impreg scene…she begs him to fertilize her egg
Well, not in so many words, but close enough.
We started talking seriously about making babies a few months ago. Well, you started talking about it and I started listening. I wasn’t in a rush to take on the additional responsibility and lose our freedom, but I do love you and I do want to raise a family with you… eventually. You, on the other hand, have been ready for what sounds like months, and you just took a while to get up the courage to open the topic.
But boy, once you were ready, you didn’t mess around. You didn’t do anything like say, in a measured tone during dinner, “Honey, what do you think about raising children?” We were visiting another couple, and their kids were being cute as usual, and I was goofing around with them. During a break in the hilarity, you pulled me aside to whisper in my ear: “Seeing you all dad-like is making me super horny.” Oh, really? But then the kids raced back into the room and I didn’t get a chance to ask for details.
When we got home that evening, you pounced me as soon as we were in the door, pulling me close and into a soulful kiss. Once we came up for air, I asked, teasingly, “So… what’s this about me being dad-like?”
"Oh, God, I just… I’ve just been thinking about it lately… having kids, I mean… And when I saw you playing with their kids, I started thinking what you would be like with your own kids… Our kids… And… I don’t know, I just felt…" I smiled down at you, waiting for you to collect your thoughts. "Here," you said as you unbuttoned your jeans and pushed them down over your wide hips, "Lemme show you."
If both people in a relationship are not into the idea of not being protected than it shouldn’t happen.
Click through for the whole rant. She’s angry and it’s kind of a downer but she’s right.
I hate the non-consent and bigotry and incest that get mixed up in stories involving “our thing”, the impregnation kink. I understand the difference between fantasy and reality, but the kink is plenty powerful enough when both partners are into it and know exactly what they are doing. Adding that other crap transforms the hottest sex into a lame power trip that glorifies hate and suffering.
I don’t expect this post will make the world a better place because the people who are into these things have… how shall I say? Unassailable motives. And some of them will probably be defensively angry with me as a result. I might even lose some followers, which frankly I wouldn’t mind. But now at least I’m on the record… as if my stories didn’t already make it obvious enough.
And speaking of my stories, go read one and tell me what if anything it did for you, OK?
Impregnation… Fetish? Seriously?
It’s not a fucking fetish it’s nature. Why would it be a fetish to enjoy something the way it is naturally and normally supposed to be. ?
I call it the anti-kink.
As I slowly wake from our catnap, I become aware of the moisture caught between my cock and thigh and remember how it got there.
Last night when we got in from the party — well, actually it was early morning by then — we were both dead tired, but we made a pact to sleep naked hoping that would inspire us in the morning. And of course it did. You woke first, got up to pee, and returned to bed, which woke me, so I got up to pee and came back to bed, and there you sat with that mischievous smile on your face, giving in to that half-giggle you can’t help when you see my flaccid penis flopping around as I walk. From there, it was only a few moments until our hands were all over each other, and the good, hard, strong fucking I’d given you satisfied us both so much we fell half-asleep again, spooning.
And now here we are, in much the same position, and I can’t help but remember how good it felt to sheathe my rigid prick deep in your drenched pussy and fill you with my pearly cum. My right arm is still draped over you from behind, fingers nestled under your ribs. I think of how close they are to your beautiful naked breasts and find my hand shifting to cup the left one. You stir a little, and I gently squeeze the slightest bit and slowly caress, letting the full length of my fingers swirl lightly over your aureola.
fogcityemu asked: Hey, when I see your icon just in passing, I think it'a like a portrait of a horse or something, I just (after months of casually stalking your blog) realized its a penis. My bad.
I am conflicted about my icon.
On one hand, it will drive away women I might actually want to date. Cock pics will do that.
But, on the other hand, this is a porn blog, and I don’t want to give the impression that I don’t understand that.
Anybody care to offer advice?
this might be OK
Although I lost my virginity early in high school, as late as my sophomore year of college I still hadn’t learned to recognize the signs a girl wanted me.
Kris and I found ourselves alone in my dorm room one night, with no plans to study or do anything but hang out. As if that “accident” weren’t enough of a clue, she spent half an hour talking about a guy she liked but wasn’t sure how to approach, and the best sense I could make of that was to ask her who it was; I genuinely had not guessed. She wouldn’t tell me, of course, because the whole point of her game was to avoid risking rejection, but eventually she threw caution to the wind and threw her arms open. I still didn’t understand this dramatic gesture until finally she closed her arms around me and pressed her cheek against my chest.
I was so surprised that all I could do for several minutes was hug her back. Sure, she was smart and cute as hell, but I guess I had thought her out of my league or in any case unattainable, and the clear evidence to the contrary bamboozled me. Somehow we escalated to caresses and kisses, and I let her lean into me as I leaned against the leg of the primitive high platform bed my roommate had constructed out of unfinished lumber.
She was a short, skinny girl, but nothing about her desire for me was slight.
my body knows
I would be either a hopeless romantic or a creepy obsessive, depending on how you look at it, if I knew exactly where you were in your menstrual cycle at any given moment.
But I do have a vague sense of when your period starts and ends because you’re a lot less interested in sex. You once told me, “Trust me, you don’t want me right now.” I don’t? I ask if you think I’ll be disgusted, because I won’t. “No, it’s not that,” you sigh. “It’s just not the same when it’s obvious I’m not…” You trail off because we both know what you mean.
If someone were to ask me at other times where in your cycle you were, I might be able think back over the last few days or weeks and make a guess based on memory, though that’s hardly an exact measure. But you know what? Sometimes my body knows.