Saturday, March 23, 2013

Wobble Wit It

On the rare occasions when I'm able to sneak out of town and kick it with friends, there are always two objectives to complete:

1-- go to the mall, food court, surrounding stores
2-- Get shitfaced. Find a good night club to go to. I'm usually the designated driver. (which, now that I think about it, is probably the reason they always invite me. The bastards...)

I've never been the kind of guy who keeps his back on the wall while everyone else is dancing. I'm also  not that guy who makes an ass of himself but dancing all corny and looking crazy.

Thank God I was raised down south. It was there that I learned all the fun ratchet dances:

Crank Dat Superman (Batman, Aqua Man, crank dat yank) and almost all of the other "crank dats".
I can also 2-step, heal-toe, the dougie, the Tom and Jerry, the Spongebob. All that good stuff.

But nothing gets me to dance quicker than when that damn DJ plays a hip-hop line dance song!

I can do the Cleveland Shuffle, the Chicago Shuffle (depends on which ones), the Detroit Shuffle, the Obama slide.

And a few others that I don't know the name to.

But my favorite one is Wobble Wit It

Check out the video and tell me if you're familiar with it.
No raunchy stuff in this post. I'm up to my neck in homework and plus I might have to preach in the morning... but I wanted to hit ya'll up right quick.

I did, however, find this cute lil chick named Brianna Perry do her Marylin Monroe song. I can't even front. If I had a shred of straightness in me, this bitch could get the KNOCK OUT.

Enjoy the pics!
(Good. Got. Damn. That first pic is EVERYTHING, right?)


Friday, March 8, 2013

Whatever Happened to Romance?

(some of ya'll have been asking me if Matt is cute so... I don't usually do this but uh... the first pic in this post is of Matt. I'll let you decide how cute he is...). That 7th pic is doing it for me...

As you're well aware of: I'm a Freak. In every definition of the word.

Aside from deal breakers like: piss/fist/scat/rosebud/ and other crazy things,

I'm pretty much down with whatever.

One of my favorite Adult Film Productions is
They give me a healthy does of everything I need from Black Leather Daddies to free-for-all fuck fests.

In this clip (click here), Kane Ryder (who I personally think is a robot) is getting it in with two other guys (I can't remember their names).

It was rough, sweaty, raunchy, all that good stuff.

I have the full scene somewhere in my collection and was watching it last night.

And around 3/4 into the scene, I was... bored.

For some reason, all that dick slamming and ass-to-mouth sucking got... boring.

Like, damn...

I love me a good rough fucking, don't get me wrong.

But it's clear that these models had already reached their climaxes and were just going on the rest of the Viagra they popped to keep their dicks erect.

At that point, it's just some floppy meat being slapped around in some exhausted bottom's ass/mouth.

The passion had left the scene.

Scrolling through my Spank Bank, I realized that there are a lot of scenes that do it..

Whatever happened to making love? Paying attention to your partner's body language and keeping up with the rhythm of your bodies together?

Rough, but sensual Sex.


Slow, hip swinging Sex.

Turned-on by the sound of each other breathing Sex.

In my opinion, there is something... Healing, about Love Making.

When you're having "one of those days" where everything goes wrong and all you need is somebody to understand you.

All you need is someone to pull you in close to them and hold you.

Their embrace reminds you that somebody in this world still gives a damn.

It's deeper than a "bust a nut to release tension" kind of sex sessions. Although they do have their place.

It's about touching on a physical level, but CONNECTING on an emotional level.

It's about... celebrating the power of touch.

Trusting someone enough to see you completely naked: see the stretch marks in your inner-thigh, the scar on your lower back, every fat-roll, every pimple,

You trust all of your physical insecurities over to them.

In fact, it's not really even about the sex at all. It's that quiet moment afterwards where you just... hold each other...
I think I've been spoiled. After this last relationship, I found something deeper than sex.
Useless fucking w/some booty call won't do it for me anymore...

Beyonce said it best:

"Make love to me, when my days look low. Pull me in close. And don't let me go. Make love to me. So when the world's at war, let our Love heal us all. Help me let down my guard [...]". (not to mention the 1+1 video is beautiful).
Has anyone else ever felt this way?
Have you ever gotten emotional during sex?

Let me know...
So Fly -- Elle Varner

Juicy -- Biggie

Stay -- Rhianna ft. Ekko

Enjoy the pics!

(excuse any typos, I don't feel like editing)