On June 5th, we tweeted "Also, 600 followers=video of us. Just saying." Two days later, we hit that target and then some. After a day of shooting, a day of editing, and a day wasted waiting for Pornhub to get their shit together and put up our video (they still haven't), here we are.
I'm not sure if Blogspot will let us keep this up on their player, but I'm tired of waiting so fuck all the rules and let's test the boundaries. I figure after the explicit erotic photos and general words, the chances are high enough to try it out.
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May 22, 2012
Carpet Catharsis
I heard the creak of the screen door and then slam. Heavy footsteps up the carpeted stairs, down the carpeted hall, and through my open door. He stood there for a few moments, there on the beige carpet. We smiled slowly. Rustling the bed sheets, I suddenly flung open my arms to beckon him in, and he obliged in a swift motion while taking off his shoes, hat, glasses, then tumbled into me. We snapped instantly into a crushing embrace, squeezing each other's bodies as if we weren't sure they were real. We writhed, letting our limbs move freely between our bodies, drinking in every inch of flesh like bestial lust-thirsty fiends.
He flipped me on top and peeled off my shirt. One single pause while he held his breath, gazing upon the half naked figure of his dreams--flat belly, slightly swooping waist, round, bouncy tits--and the ravaging continued. I rip off his shirt greedily, and before I know it I'm on my back again, now completely nude. His eyes lock on my pussy lips while he slides his pants down his long, toned legs. His bare body rubs up mine, chest on chest, and I can hardly contain myself, so I don't; a moan of longing sounds from the deepest primal regions of my throat, soon smothered by the sweet fullness of his lips on mine. His kisses cover me from my face to my shoulders, down to my ribs, shivering at the mere closeness of his mouth to my hard nipples. He knows how that drives me crazy, and he drags out the gratification of his tongue, first circling my nipples with the lightest touch of his nose, then a few tentative kisses. As I arch my back, pushing my breasts toward him desperately, he finally devours one, slicking his soft sloppy tongue over my nipple in quick succession, flicking it hard and fast, just how I like it. He doesn't even give me the satisfaction of sucking the second nipple, he just follows his tongue down to the dip between my thighs and my pubic mound.
He flipped me on top and peeled off my shirt. One single pause while he held his breath, gazing upon the half naked figure of his dreams--flat belly, slightly swooping waist, round, bouncy tits--and the ravaging continued. I rip off his shirt greedily, and before I know it I'm on my back again, now completely nude. His eyes lock on my pussy lips while he slides his pants down his long, toned legs. His bare body rubs up mine, chest on chest, and I can hardly contain myself, so I don't; a moan of longing sounds from the deepest primal regions of my throat, soon smothered by the sweet fullness of his lips on mine. His kisses cover me from my face to my shoulders, down to my ribs, shivering at the mere closeness of his mouth to my hard nipples. He knows how that drives me crazy, and he drags out the gratification of his tongue, first circling my nipples with the lightest touch of his nose, then a few tentative kisses. As I arch my back, pushing my breasts toward him desperately, he finally devours one, slicking his soft sloppy tongue over my nipple in quick succession, flicking it hard and fast, just how I like it. He doesn't even give me the satisfaction of sucking the second nipple, he just follows his tongue down to the dip between my thighs and my pubic mound.
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