Nasty, Brutish and Short

I've recently exchanged some missives with an old friend (and future muse?) on the subject of BDSM.
Maybe I'm just lucky but based on my own experience, at least as far as straight(ish)women are concerned it's the norm not the exotic. Every woman I've known, loved being handled roughly, bent over, held down and simply fucked hard. Both as a quickie or as a crescendo to a long session.
Sex is primal and there is something inside women that really responds to a man turning off his intellect, freeing the beast within and using them as they were meant to be used.
Sex is life's banquet, we need to enjoy it all, too many desserts give you cavities and always eating healthy makes you bored.  When it's time to just gnaw the meat off the bloody bone, you'll know.

Where's the fun in that?

 I don't like safe words, without putting too fine a point on it, I'm a top not a dom. I like the results not the theater. When the going gets tough, I'm just getting started and that's way to soon to let her chicken out.
Just for instance, start simply, she's bound, spread eagled face down, ass in the air. Start with a little work with a bamboo cane on that delicious bottom , every stroke should be a surprise, I want her tense. Proper caning tunes the skin, I know I've got it right when a simple caress makes her quiver. Alternate tender kisses and more caning, stroke her hair and tell her how beautiful she is. Toys are nice at this stage,  I work up her inner thighs, test her cunt, finger her, it feels hungry, drawing me in, slick, welcoming.
Break the spell with a sharp slap with my open hand to her inner thigh,then walk away
Do it all again and again.
If she had a safe word now she'd use it , she's begging for release
Tease her more, push her past frustration into snarling anger and finally despair.
Now I can grant relief and when it's over,
I wipe away her tears of gratitude and ask her who owns her soul now.

Kneeling at the Altar

A blow job requires so much more than mere skill
She takes me into her mouth like a sacrament
Transfixed with adoration, elevated, worshipful
I can never be worthy of her attention
But I am truly blessed

Pillow Biter

She loved it deep, on her knees, arms and shoulders pressed to the bed to afford maximum purchase. Deep, every boxer learns that the maximum blow goes through the target not just to it. Deep, all the way to and more, grinding with all her might into his pelvis, digging into the bed and using her whole back and shoulders to meet all his strength with her own. She didn't cry out, but a shockwave forced a gasp each time he struck home. She didn't care about him, she only craved the depth. Just a flesh piston with a muscular body to power it. She didn't care about her either, her mind was black, what focus she had was all in meeting the depth, never enough. When he exploded within her, she exploded herself and the blackness turned to light.   
She looked at him, collapsed and spent, men are so strong but so weak in their way. She could easily have gone again but he wouldn't be any good for hours.
"Oh well," she thought," I guess my brave little pony has earned his rest."

What do women want , answered (Sigmund Whiplash)

She had presented her self to him, wet and ready, eager to please, too eager, like a school girl presenting her pretty little pussy to a headmaster to escape punishment it was her aim to obtain it. It was disrespectful," Is this your obedience, am I some fool to be distracted with your bit of fluff ?" He rent her back entry, too fast for her to get a rhythm and start to enjoy it, just a few strokes to weaken her knees. "Wait for me here and stay perfectly still"
 "I require strength, anyone can enslave the weak" his words were her mantra. She had to be strong to earn her punishment and his instruction, she had been standing for hours, cold and scorned, droplets of dew had accumulated in the time and ran down her naked body. One drop suddenly gained momentum it rolled past her sex and the next entry, the one most recently used. Even though it was icy cold it took her back, when the drops were hot, her own nectar mixed with his. She took herself back more, all those times she'd stood before and hot, sticky fluid had gushed from her cunt, she savored it a moment, it was familiar and comforting.  "I am weak" she thought, ashamed that she couldn't even stand and wait without her mind attempting to flee.
 He finally returned with a cat, " Don't fail me, if you fall, I'll stop" and began to strike, lash after lash, in perfect time with her heaving breath, her breasts took up the motion, and she rocked back to meet each blow. He knew her well and this was exactly how she liked it. It was time to spoil her. She filled him with pride, no rack of oak and hemp could have held her straighter than her will.
This was woman, eternal, the source of all life, all strength and now her took her again but like a woman not a boy 

To My Valentine

I said I could seduce you from afar but you're the seducer, you're calling out to me, I can feel your need electrifying the very air about me . I'm being transformed to suit your purpose. It's physical, I'm stronger than I've been in years,  the hunger for you is insatiable, I can go for hours, my poor maid, she is lusty and willing but she lacks your perversity. Remember how my glower would freeze a servant boy and how that made you laugh, my cruel little cat, now it would leave scars on his psyche.  I have big calloused working man hands now, I'm not the dandy you saw last.When you return, I will dig them the into the flesh of your round white ass, lift you and drive my cock into you while holding you aloft, split you, slam you down and push you across the bed, crush you with my weight, I don't care how wicked you are, I'm stronger, beg me for pleasure and mercy

Fairy Tale With A Happy Ending

He was lazing in bed and simply enjoying the view through the doorway, she was scrubbed raw from her bath, fresh and simply enjoying being the scenery.

He grinned his very best, lopsided boyish grin, " Betcha, I can make you come without touching you."

Absurd of course,but it intrigued her and she took the bait,"Betcha can't and I dare you to try."

He slowly rolled his eyes over every inch of her, with the awe of a real youngster blessed with his first sight of a naked  woman. She blushed at the thought of being eyed by one so young but he was clearly all boy and it flattered her too. She twisted away slightly, modestly but not nearly nearly enough to matter. The blush spread over her whole body, warm and tingling. He took her eyes in his and she was now really embarrassed, because she knew he could tell what she was feeling . He had her now, she couldn't look away. He was enjoying her discomfort so much he had to bite his lip to stifle his glee. She took it as long as she could but finally had to close her her eyes and when she did it set her free. It was a wisp of a breeze, soft and gentle but without question an orgasm. the flush of her skin softened and he knew. He could hold his laughter no more, he roared, full of himself and proud of his mischief.

"Isn't that just the coolest thing ever?"

I like 'em sturdy

I do heavy work out in the world, not cyberspace and in my work I frequently cross paths with a couple of woman gardeners. They work hard all day and it shows, all the bending and lifting gives them a solid shelf of an ass, wide and plenty of padding but not soft. I behave because I am a simple man and loyal to my labor but wouldn't it be nice to just take a little break, right there in the open, in the sunshine, lift their skirt and give then some inspiration. They're already bent over and sweating. Don't they deserve more reward than aching bones and a few dollars?
"Pardon me Miss, this will just take a minute."

From the Autobiography of Snidely Whiplash

Mick was there, as was I, when Times Square was really alive, men beyond count had spilled their seed in the peep shows and quarter reels. Rivulets of semen ran in the gutters, thick with wrigglers and when you walked the street you could feel them climbing your leg in search of a hole.
 I had a companion then, she loved the tang of the place, the essences of men that hung in the air, bright and burning as salt wind and sunshine. Of course she loved the cock. She measured her cocks by spirit not size, a tiny bantam rooster, head held high, who pinned a  snake in his talons, and ate it, still alive, for his dinner was worthy of respect; a gigantic waddling tom turkey, addicted to corn, simply waiting to die was not.
 She loved my cock but tested it with tooth and nail to be sure it met her mettle. Had I ever flagged, gone limp with some small injury, she would have bit it off and spit it out in contempt.
 One night, with a glint of mad scientist in her eye and armed with a large safety pin, she became determined to perform some fiendish experiment. She probed  along the shaft, curious, perhaps to see if the entire thing was filled like a waterbag and drops of white would appear at the small punctures. She ran it around the head, the groove beneath, the many tiny cracks. Miss Frankenstein cackled maniacally, "It's Alive...Alive" as life spewed forth and in a crescendo of violence drove the pin through my frenum and closed it.
I am a sentimental fool, but never an old softie(too dangerous) and so have kept the piercing open to this day.

Coming out

I had a friend once, I loved him, he was gay.

He was bad, gays are men, as strong as other men,stronger, there are gay tops I've met who dominate other men, as strong as any general, many of them went to Vietnam where they were renowned for their courage.

He was that kind of man, he'd been to Vietnam and killed, he was black too, and in the worst parts of the Bay Area ghettos, he was somebody, "you truly did not want to fuck with"

He said he wanted to talk to me, he was very nervous, he was afraid, he told me he was gay, he was more afraid of my disapproval than dying in battle.

I'd known, I'd known for a long time, he was butch, but he had friends who weren't. I didn't care, I never brought it up because he didn't, I just thought it was private. If you're gay you know how relieved he felt.

Straights have it easy, they never have to face themselves so starkly, to choose between being true to themselves and being hated, even murdered.

I'm straight, born straight, I could let a thousand men fuck my ass and I'd still be straight.
I loved a queer

The Art of Love Snidely Kowalski

Lemme tell ya, if your woman is fakin' orgasms it's cause you're a pussy. This ain't no Don Juan bullshit, I don't care what a smooth ass pussy licker you are, it ain't always gonna happen. It ain't no big fuckin deal to her, she'll get her nut down the road. She ain't worried about it. It ain't the last fuckin' time she's ever gonna cum. She's fakin, cause you won't shut the fuck up about it.

 Sometimes a bitch just flat wants to give it up, it's like you get your best bud a bowling ball and he digs it, but you can see he's so worried about paying you back, he can't enjoy it. That's how the bitch feels, she don't want you to give her no orgasm, she gave it up so she could dig you,digging her. Don't let her down, shut the fuck up, just fuckin do her and dig it.

Heroes of the Revolution

 Long before it was fashionable, Louise Brooks, "kissed a girl" and more. She was very frank about her sexuality and posed nude when it simply wasn't done. This girl loved cock, she was straight.
  This isn't straight versus gay, some of the worst homophobes are gay. We all know of elected officials, pushing a conservative agenda in public while getting a cock pushed down their throat in their off hours.

The Pubic Wars Report from Snidelius Whiplashius

The campaign to win a woman can be difficult and arduous. I am not one who quakes at adversity and my little centurion has stood tall through even the darkest passages.

 The way to a woman's heart is through her vagina, or through her mouth and if the path be shorter, the way is more choked with difficulty. 

 What of her most vulnerable point, her ass? Many times my stout lad has resorted to surprise attack only to be turned aside and near broken by the ferocity of her defense.

Barbaric, you say... all's fair in love and war, says I.

In war you'll never win an opponents respect with weakness. You need to terrify them, make them understand that you will stop at nothing, no trick is too vile and low, and there is no limit to the torments you will inflict.

In love, the same, drool with lust or soar to the heavens with poetry.
Pic from swisssublover

Coming out part two

I'm not "for gay rights"
What I'm for is bringing the wrath of god down on anybody who drives a sweet sensitive kid to suicide
I want to stomp them until they look like roadkill
Until you can't tell what kind of animal they used to be
Then leave their fucking worthless corpse for the crows

I am woman her me roar

I feel like I'm looking a feminist, a woman unafraid to be a woman, unafraid to fuck a man and like it.
Being a feminist is demanding to be treated as an equal by men not hating them

The Tao of Kink By Snide Li

To master one self is strength
To master a ferocious bitch is awesome

Mastery is achieved through the will not the whip
The whip is just fun

Everything has a season
To see your best little gal naked, burned by the sun or naked, burned by the snow is equally satisfying

You think that cat's shaft is a bad motherfucker
Wait until you see mine

Wise man says, "Woman, fuck around on me and I'll kill both of you"
She's faithful but a little insurance never hurts

"Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves"   Confucius
That's what I'm talking about, Confucius. You're cold, man


Picture from libraryvixen  She titled it simply and perfectly "Painful Joy"

How romantic

Look closely, she is wearing two rings, a wedding ring and well, another wedding ring.
Some man must be very proud of her
I know I would be


Click the pic to make it easier to see, I'd credit it I could but I can't recall where it came from

From the Autobiography of Snidely Whiplash

To some a beautiful naked girl smoking pot is quite risque, but I can see her innocence.
I can't credit this picture either, so on to our story...

 My steadfast companion,the same one from Times Square, loved to smoke pot and fuck, she wasn't afraid of pleasure of any kind and getting soft and dreamy two ways at once pleased her.
We fucked once on the banks of the Stanislaus River in Northern California. It was so hot outside it made us dreamy in three different ways.
A man approached us in our exposed condition, he called ahead to give us time to cover up, so he must have seen us earlier.
He apologized for intruding, said he was rafting with his children and asked if we would stay covered long enough for them to pass. Of course we were happy to oblige.
What a sweet man!

Heroes of the Revolution

This is Princess Stephanie of Monaco, even though it's grainy, the long distance photo reveals a woman who knows how to really enjoy herself, literally herself, she's making love to her own body and her passion for herself is intense. That's how a princess behaves, taking her own womanliness in her own hands with zeal.
Not laying there like Sleeping Beauty or Snow White, zombified waiting for Prince Chaming to take care of them. They must be lousy lays, passive, expecting PC to do all the work and complaining that he's not meeting their needs, forever after.

The Waxing

Women love women and look at them. It's a simple truth that one sex is more alluring that the other, men have their beauty but it's harder and forbidding. Women have a soft beauty that draws you to them. It's the old siren call of myth.

She enjoyed pain and enjoyed having her cunt waxed, it just wasn't quite as good as having another woman's mouth on her pussy. It left her unsatisfied, but being handled like a women needs to be handled definitely kept her moist. Her waxer noticed, of course, and felt pleased herself that she could arouse her. It was their little secret.

When her man, asked to wax her, she knew it was a special occasion, not just maintenance to keep her lady parts smooth. He told her to let the hair grow for a few weeks, even though he hated stubble. A full bush or none at all was his motto. Many times in those weeks, she thought of him, his strong hands, and got wet with anticipation.

At last the day came. He had some heavy cotton tape, the kind boxers use to pad their hands and had set some thick sticky wax, almost tar, boiling on the stove. He ordered her to strip and lie on her back.

"We are going to do this all at once, so pay attention, individual hairs are weak but together grow strong, like the tiny fibers that join together into a rope that can hold a ship to a dock. If I just grab a hank of hair and yank. it won't just make you bleed, it will tear your flesh"

He gently cupped her whole cunt in his hand and rubbed on some oil to keep the wax from sticking to her skin.

"We have to have an angle so that the hairs are pulled one by one, like opening the teeth of a zipper."

He reached beneath her back and raised her like the yoga pose Setu Bandha and had her hold it while he worked the wax into her hair. It was hot and smelled like burning pine rosin. She knew exactly what to do and pressed her cunt high into the air offering herself up to him while he pressed the tape into place. Blood rushed from her cunt to her head and back, she was high on lust.

He pulled and in an instant of searing pain that transported her it was over.

She collapsed in a pool of her own juices.

He took her then when she was helpless.

On Fisting by Snidelius Whiplashius

I've said before," The way to  a woman's heart is through her vagina."

A fist reaches farther than any cock

When you are doing it right she's covered in tears and sweat... flushed, exhausted.
When it hurts so much, so much, she can't take any more but she's still begging
Do you think a woman in childbirth's agony and ecstasy ever screamed "Give it to me, baby!"

Mine does when I fist her.

Heroes of the Revolution

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Pillow fight

This is Miela, the girl I think was the live model in yesterday's post "Robot Lover"
Isn't she just the magnificent fuck pillow our creator could put on earth
Look at those tits, big as sofa cushions and just as comforting
And that lovely fat pussy that you could pound all night, maybe bruise a little, but not harm
Girl next door face with natural freckles
Her porn name is "Marry Queen" google it
She's every bit the whore in every straight mans darkest dreams
Pic from http://beautifully.tumblr.com/page/6

Session on the Couch by Sigmund Whiplash

Just recently I've had a breakthrough with someone I've been seeing for a long time.
The subject came to me at age 27 because she was unable to orgasm. My therapeutic method is hands on, I don't shy away from physical contact. In our first sessions, we started with the usual warmup, sweet talk and kisses, caress of the breast then moving to inner  thigh, I penetrated her digitally and rubbed her G-spot vigorously until she came. She squirted her first time and the orgasm was very intense; as she herself put it
"...been saving it up for a very long time."
She has had lots of orgasms since, but they came slowly and required the investment of much psychic energy.
She is very resistant to hypnosis,so last session, I needed to catch her unawares.( sort of an emotional "sneak attack") She was napping so I crept in, quietly undressed and joined her under the covers. With out waking her I slicked her with a very soothing oil based lube and played with her gently. As she became more alert, I talked to her soothingly, told her to relax and keep her eyes closed. I entered her and lazily stroked in and out for a long time telling her she could have as many orgasms as she would like. I stopped at the edge of her outer lips and let the tension build.
"You are teasing me," she said and ordinarily she would have been right, I love to hear women beg for my cock and I've teased her many times.
"NO!" I told her this is all business, "I'm going to bring you to orgasm with a single thrust"
It was quite the thrust, from soup to nuts, you might say and finished with a good deal of pelvic grinding but I felt it met the criteria for a single thrust and she certainly met her goal. This woman is still in my care and I have more good progress to report soon.

The Fall of Eroticism by Snidelius Whiplashius

Pic from danishprinciple Words by yours truly, that is to say Snidely Whiplash


Doesn't this picture remind you of the old masters and the classic eroticism of ancient Greece and Rome
Sex has become a commodity, bought and sold at the bazaar and love has become cute and harmless and pure. Even as recently as the old west it was understood that love and sex were one primitive passion. Killing a cheating woman and her lover was more than justified, it was laudable. The Greek Gods could be overcome with the beauty of a mortal woman and risked destruction to possess her. I myself have turned on the rage at a rival just as I have turned on the charm to seduce a woman. It feels marvelous, testosterone is a hellava drug. Get high, get angry, get laid. Live

Nice Cavity

Look how the gap between her thighs looks like an ice cream cone and her pussy would be the part you lick.
I wonder who came up with all the rules about who sticks what, where.
Dicks go in pussies, but dicks aren't supposed to go in mouths or anuses because they are meant for something else.
If that is the case wouldn't it be even more perverted to put a mouth on a mouth.
And mouths are much dirtier than dicks too. Dicks are pretty much all skin not gushy and full of germs like a mouth.
 I think mouths are dirtier than pussies too. Rubbing the lips of two pussies together is probably cleaner than rubbing the lips of two mouths together.
People who think they know something that gives them the right to tell us normal people not to assfuck or pussy lick really would be much happier if they shut the fuck up and sucked a cock once in a while.

Pic from girlsx3.tumblr Text by yours truly, Snidely Whiplash

Ready, Aim, Fire! Part 2

I like watching women piss outdoors, they look so exposed, so cute and awkward and helpless.
Not the woman in this picture though, she's confident.
I've seen this exact expression on an old (ahem) friend. (I knew her well and vigorously but only for a few months)
She had a sly evil sense of humor and looked like that when she said something funny and unkind about someone
She was a black haired Irish girl with tits too big for the rest of her
She had stage fright and couldn't have orgasms in front of another person
She had plenty, she was a very enthusiastic masturbator
She had nothing against vibrators but scorned them for being "too easy"
She had been molested by her mother and "had issues"
We had an open relationship because she didn't have it in her to be faithful ( I'm sure she broke some hearts of men who didn't understand)

Credit pic http://girls-pee.net/

First Time

I was staying at the apartment of another dear friend, one I haven't mentioned before in Worcester. I was in the kitchen working; I'm very domestic, rendered invisible by work so she and perhaps half a dozen of her friends paid no attention to my eavesdropping.
She was asked about her first time, just shrugged with a tiny touch of sadness and said, "...some meaningless guy in high school"
Every one of the other women nodded knowingly, all resigned to a life of lousy sex.
I swore an oath to myself in that moment
"With god as my witness and besides myself, my only witness, I will never be some woman's meaningless guy"

Words by SW pic from ingrid-betancourt-rape-video.html (warning this website looks rough, even by my standards)

Heroes of the Revolution - GSpot

Some scientists "believe" there is no such thing as a G-spot. I sort of agree, there is no doubt that a bonus, superfun tickly spot exists inside the vagina but there is good evidence that the nerve plexus of the clitoris goes much deeper than the little love button you see. I find the the Gspot by reaching inside past the pubic bone and than reaching toward the clit. A Gspot is an alternate entry to the clit. Sort of a backdoor to orgasm. Ladies have lots of these little backdoors. I'm an explorer of the woman and like Magellan I'll encircle her world or die trying.
Words by SW Pic from danishprinciple.tumblr.com/ If you have "a taste for the bizarre" as Zappa used to say check out this site

War Brides by Snidelius Whiplashius

The first porn I ever saw was homemade; black and white snapshots of American sailors and conquered Japanese women. The sex was crude and humiliating for the women. It was so real, the men were rockhard and focused on their task. The women delirious with submission. So much porn is fake; this was real warriors claiming a prize they had won in battle. These images were so powerful they left me with my kink for bondage.

Beware

Look at her carefully
The little pooch of a tummy
The black line from vagina to navel
The ready nipples
She's pregnant and a tiny black masked ninja is inside her
Ready for ambush

PIC     danishprinciple.tumblr.com/page/2

Sepia can be truer than color

Time is standing still
I love the way the droplets hang motionless and the golden light
Both women have the same expression... opium den slow and erotic

Pic from libraryvixen

Just for you

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♫Splish Splash, she was takin' a bath♫

The War of 1812 indeed, complete with cannon I see.
The cello is such a fine instrument for women, embraced by their legs. I love women in full skirts because I love to lift them.
Women orchestra musicians really fire my imagination.
They wave those big skirts like a matador testing a bull.
I have a horn and would gore them, plunge my hardness deep inside them.
Make them cry out with my strength.
"Face the music"
What a wonderful phrase, I must look it up, I bet it goes back to the days of black headed executioners and bully boys on wooden ships.

Pic from Mouse Words by Yours Truly, that is to say Snidely Whiplash

Forgotten part 2 (for Jardonn )

 Even Jardonn thinks I've forgotten, his post "Forgotten" where he laments the lack of attention paid feet and my answering comment where I join in his sorrow and cry the blues myself on the subject of manners.
( if you need refreshed forgotten )

 How much should you "take one for the team" when it comes to indulging a partner. Obviously not if it bothers you so much you can't enjoy yourself. I have some very bright lines, feces, mutilation, and (sorry boys) male on male. Feet, I'll do feet. Tit fucking isn't my thing but I've been more than happy to do it. There was something very symbolic to her about wrapping her tits around my cock and watching it bob in and out.
More than happy is an understatement, nothing turns me on more than turning on a woman.

  Ass fucking, this is going to sound a little odd but until recently it didn't appeal to me much as a sex act.
I liked it for its symbolism, it is so dirty, it is irresistible and I'm a top so as a matter of showing submission she has to give up any part of her body to me, period. Both my wives had tender parts, so I could never just "go to town" but my current wife has recently been getting into it and I'm really starting to enjoy it much more. The picture above from yoursistersunleashed is titled "Bucket list" and it certainly has something for everyone.

Something on my own bucket list is to enjoy a woman who likes rough ass fucking, just loves it, someone I can just bend over and slam; I like rear entry positions anyway. I love slamming, slamming my pelvis into a a nice round ass, even a very sturdy cunt can't take much of that. Gee... I wonder where I could ever find a woman like that???

Words by yours truly, that is to say Snidely Whiplash

Disturbing

This looks like the spot where the Zodiac killer killed a young couple, they were lost.

I was in the Bay area when the Zodiac roamed our nightmares

I was in the Bronx with Son of Sam and had a beautiful blonde wife who loved to park

I was in Colorado with Bundy and was within yards of the body of one of his victims on a hiking trail.

Strange but true- A woman I knew, who was very bull dykey, engineer boots, flannel shirt, wallet on a chain bull dykey was trying to pick me up. It was so odd and creepy I just shined her on. A few days later I heard she'd taken a guy home, tied him up and stabbed him to death. I've tried to find out what happened to her but the Denver newspaper online archives don't go back far enough. It was '82 in Cap hill and her name was Dana that's all I have to go on.

I was an abused kid, and they say that is the wellspring  of sexual sadist killers
I have had kind of a hard life but it could have been much harder
People use all kind of things to kill the pain of living with self hate
Drugs, sex, ocd, becoming abusers themselves
How much pain do you have to be in when the only thing that makes you feel better is destroying another human life.

Pic from libraryvixen  Text by Snidely Whiplash

A Toast by Sigmund Whiplash

She's about to go bottoms up and have a stiff drink as well
Alcohol is a social lubricant, she'll need it, she has a lot to take in
They say there are two kinds of women, those who love anal and those who need to be taught too.

What do women want?
The question baffled my esteemed forbear
It is so simple really, women need to take it like a woman
Love, honor and obey
Give themselves over to a man, completely
And what do they expect in return
Everything,
a hero who would die defending them and their children
 a man who will do what's right no matter how hard
a lover who worships their beauty
someone who can teach her sons to be men
and her daughters that men can be trustworthy (but that some are also horndogs that need watching)
What a simple truth this is

Pic by danishprinciple  Words by SW  Muse by Anne Clark (Thanks for your little talk)

These are a few of my favorite things

This picture is huge,(2410x2428) do yourself a favor and click on it and click again to enlarge, take some time and explore. Pic from silkcherries awesome site if you admire the female form

Hot flexible girl on girl on a tropical beach, just looking at them makes my cock throb and turns my mind to slack jawed drooling mush

I'd like to lie on my back looking up at the ass and cunt of the girl in the yoga pose and say the most filthy things I could imagine. Talk dirty to her until her pussy is raining sweet sticky juice onto my face and into my mouth. Make her cum with just my words.

Text by yours truly, that is to say Snidely Whiplash

How pure and Innocent

Flannel nighties are so soft
She likes to glide her hands over her body, pressing hard because the silky fabric smooths the way
Soothes the way
She can grab a handful and slide it up and down her inner thigh
And press in hard against her cunt, protecting it and giving her something to press firmly against
She can use it to soak up some salty nectar and put it to her mouth taste it
Clean and musky with just a hint of urine
Look at her hand, that ring is much too large
When she dreams she'll dream about the big man with the big hands that fit that ring


Pic from silkcherries Words by yours truly, that is to say, Snidely Whiplash

And then what happened, Uncle Charlie

I gave up drugs and alcohol many years ago with the help of an AA sponsor, Charlie. Like many, many deeply spiritual men Charlie was loud, crude, and perverse. He delighted in telling rooms full of little gray haired ladies long involved stories about bisexual biker orgies and the many exotic locales his "throbbing blue veiner" had visited.

Colfax avenue is "the ave" in Denver, where the action is. He frequented a little hole in the wall called Kitty's and with a handful of quarters had seen the entirety of a sophisticated little art film called "Barnyard Buddies"
Charlie was giving a very positive review of the buxom farm wench with pigtails and a blue calico apron. His mind drifted and he began to envision a possible sequel.
On her wedding night her husband says, "We are married now, no more secrets, you can tell me anything"
She laboriously lists a string of increasingly painful encounters with ducks and dogs and sheep.
He's channeling her so completely he seems to have been magically transformed into a hysterical fat broad.
He was actually sobbing when he said, " and then ... and then ...I FUCKED A PIG,"
We were all laughing so hard we had tears streaming down our faces as we went "whee, whee, whee"


Text by Snidely, Muse by a righteously sick bastard I have not seen in too long.
He married a hooker turned cop, they were made for each other
Pic by postimage.org

I just really like this

At first glance I though her foot in the strappy sandal was a holstered revolver, like a cowboys sixgun.
He's carving a notch in her though,
I've nicknamed one of my sons friends Jesse James, he is bad
I taught him the right way to sharpen a machete, so the edge is super sharp but ragged
You should have seen his eyes light up when I told him about other badass knife men like the Mau Mau and Brasilian sugar cane workers

Pic from backseamextreme a wicked little site
Text by yours truly,
Snidely Whiplash

Old Fashioned Ad

Women sitting on washers to get some relief
Always before I've thought about sitting on top with the lid closed
This girl should put her cunt on the top of the agitator
When it is on the back and forth wash cycle
Grinding her like a mortar and pestle or a threatening fist grinding a palm
Spin cycle must really be intense.
Pic from silkcherries
All the rest by yours truly Snidely Whiplash

Here is a vintage ad I reworked to suit myself

Personal note, first wife liked it.
Second wife doesn't, though to be fair years of hard labor have made my hands much larger and rougher
Maybe if she tried it with another woman first

Food for Thought

Both of these pictures are from ilisten2u2.tumblr The link leads to the oldest page with some blogs it helps to start at the beginning.
Look at how the cunt in the bottom picture forms a heart
Wouldn't that make a wonderful bumper sticker
I ♥ pussy ( and have that picture for the heart)
Goddamn, this is making me hungry
I may have to go out for sticky buns
Oh, and some pastries
Snidely wrote this and I dearly, dearly ♥ pussy

From the Future Autobiography of Snidely Whiplash

That looks just like mine
And the girl looks just like Yours Truly's avatar ( and a bit like her in real life as well)
gokcobbler has the picture captioned " Very  cumilicious, nothing better for the skin"
She certainly has a fine hide
Remember in old movies, how the stern father would get out "the belt" and tell an unruly child or young wife, "I'm gonna tan your hide"
My God how I yearn to tan her hide
and Yours Truly's too

From the Autobiography of Snidely Whiplash

Comments on the Book of Kink:
Another thing I noticed that is considered kinky that always seemed very tame to me. Sex while sleeping; I used to masturbate my first wife while she slept, she would wake up mid orgasm, she absofuckinglutely loved it.
Isn't being woken up being blown something any normal guys craves, you call that kinky, c'mom.
A friend of mine who refuses to read this blog, and hates kink and porn thought that waking my first wife up with an orgasm was the sweetest most romantic thing she had ever heard

Doesn't the woman in the picture look like she is peacefully asleep?
I'd like to do that
Pic from libraryvixen Text by yours truly, Snidely Whiplash

Not a slut, in her heart

This is Amy Reid, the pornstar. She is so hard, this is not a woman who is enjoying being on display, she's dead inside.
I well remember one of her early films, she was I think barely eighteen, fresh and eager to please, naive.
She didn't want to be there, her pain and embarrassment were obvious.
Passion, any kind of passion, turns me on. It troubles me a bit that her suffering excited me.
Her body responded , I'm sure it troubled her too that she could be excited by her suffering.
When I was a teenager in West Oakland, I really stood out because I was the only white kid around. The whores that worked the corner of 29th and San Pablo, teased me and adored me. Some women are sluts and some can't be. Some of the girls worked the corner for years and were fine, even happy. Others, turned into old women in a few months then disappeared, being a whore was so foreign to their nature it literally killed them.
The antiporn crusaders think women are being degraded and raped.
Pro porn people think, they are free and sexually liberated.
They are both treating women as objects, not human being choosing their own path, finding their own truth.
Some women are faithful, some are sluts, I love both kinds
I'm a feminist, because I think women are people first.

From the Autobiography of Snidely Whiplash

Just the other day, I posted about kinks and the possibility of anal sex while sleeping.
It happened but was nothing like I had pictured it.
We'd had a long day and fucked for a while including her ass so she was nice and relaxed and ready.
I was so tired I got stuck and couldn't reach orgasm, even fell asleep a moment while we were still fucking.
She had a few orgasms was satisfied and drifted off.
It was completely dark and we fell asleep, spooning in a warm cocoon of blankets.
I woke up just a little bit, still hard and my dick just found a warm snuggly place on his own.
I just slid deep into her ass without any resistance.
She stirred a little and purred but didn't really wake up.
We were there for a long time at the edge of sleep.
Not thrusting, not energetic, just peacefully rocking in and out like a boat on a gentle sea.
Sleep and dream and fuck and wake a little... over and over
When I finally came it was very satisfying but very unlike me
Usually when I come it's violent, epileptic
This was a slow slide into deep slumber and pleasant dreams.

Text by Snidely Pic from library vixen

Yoga for Perverts

This is personal, but please indulge me, this is an email to a dear friend, an extraordinarily giving and submissive woman. We are currently long distance but have lots of plans (Fuck... do we ever).
She is very suggestible and we  think she may be able to orgasm on command with some practice.
Here is the post about the yoga pose if you want to refer back waxing

"When we were talking about the one pull wax, we hit upon the idea that the arched back yoga pose would aid in getting your head sexually into the right place.

There is a pose that we'll need when I'll order you to orgasm without touching you.

You'll be on your knees, very close to me.

I'll be standing, really towering over you with my cock in your face and you'll need to tip your head back quite a bit to look up past it so you can see my eyes and hear my command.

I'll have worked you hard, you'll be satisfied and more. I'll have held back my own orgasm and you will be desperate to share my release and feel my hot cum shower your face.

I'll tell you I can't come until you reach deep inside yourself, prove you will do anything for me and make yourself come

You'll be able to do it and I will give you your reward"

Pic from  libraryvixen
Text by yours truly, Snidely Whiplash

Just a pretty picture

I'm a top and heterosexual, I have a few minor kinks as well but that's my nature. Top/ bottom is as much a sexual orientation as straight/ gay, it's not what you do, it's what you are. I feel so welcome here because Frequently Felt is a place for those of us willing to look into our own souls. I like bondage and it's a good tool but what I really crave is to put a woman into a state of ecstasy. Dripping in sweat, lost in pleasure, delirious in submission,  driven to convulsions by a single finger run up her slit. Being in control, owning her, using her orgasms to enslave her, that is what I need . Pavlov was a smart motherfucker and when you love the woman as well, it unites you. Cunts and cocks were separated by cruel biology but are really two halfs of one thing, like a card torn in half they match when put together. Owning a woman is a great honor, a living human who adores you and gives you her all. Nothing else could ever be as precious.

Text by yours truly, Snidely Whiplash
Pic from a dreadfuldesires page 2 with two more pictures from the set

Heroes of the Revolution R Crumb

I don't have an ideal woman, looks count and I have some preferences but I live in the here and now. The ideal woman is the one in my arms, the one I love, the one I'm sticking my cock in.
The R. Crumb ideal is very much like the gardeners I've admired in an earlier post I Like 'em Sturdy.
He's right too, they do stand up straight and look you in the eye. Honest hard work is ennobling ( not that I do it myself but I understand the theory).
I like big girls and little girls, mean bitches and sweeties, big tits and perfect little apples.
I've longed to fuck a woman nearly as big and strong as me, one on one, ultimate snarling cage match, pound her until she can't get up and I'm exhausted because it took every ounce of my strength to put her on the bottom.
Yet another fantasy is to fuck a tiny gymnast, lithe and limber. Small enough to simply pick up and painfully skewer her tiny ass on my stout cock, twist her and bend her like a Gumby toy. Wouldn't be cool to fuck a woman so flexible she can eat her own pussy, simultaneously able to have my cock in her cunt and lick my balls. (yoga rules)
"You may♫ saay♫ I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one"
Text by yours truly Snidely Whiplash
Image from perfectoman.tumblr.com

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These clips would work fine

When I have you bound and split, I'll put clips on your pussy lips with the chain behind your hips to pull you open

and just sit in my chair at the foot of the bed and admire you

Watch droplets of dew collect until they run down the crack of your ass

Stroke my cock occasionally to keep it ready and show you what you're waiting for

What beautiful cunt I own, with a tiny pink button protruding, erect from the tension

After a while, wet my fingertip with my tongue and lightly stroke it

Not enough to free you, just enough to remind you, you are truly my captive

You'll come when I decide to allow it and not one second before

I'll stand over you jacking myself until hot semen gushes over you

dripping over your breasts and belly

would you come then?

without being touched?

time will tell

if you can't we'll just have to train you to come on command

Pic from likeabikeseat, nice little site if you like it rough
Text by yours truly, Snidely Whiplash

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I confess, I'm a hopeless romantic

She exists to be his slut,

Dressed only in a robe, available just how he likes

She finishes her glass of wine

and falls into her big green easy chair, robe open, limp, legs spread wide

His slut

His cheap drunken slut, pussy agape, limp, head lolled back

He speaks to her cunt not her face

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

He leans in, twists a breast and pushes her hard into the chair, mauling it, leaving a hand print that will turn into a purple mark of ownership on her pale hide.

He reaches down clamps a big hand on her cunt and asks again

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

He grabs her throat with his other hand, holding her face up to his, staring into her eyes

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

He's crushing her sex in his hand now, she'll have bruises there too

Massaging it roughly, she's squirming in pain...but towards him or away?

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

He unzips his pants and pulls his cock out

He kneels on the chair and pushes it into her mouth

"Suck this, do you want me to fuck your face?"

He pulls it out and presses it between her breasts, gripping the chair back, pressing hard into her chest

"Do you want me to fuck your tits?"

"Who's pussy are you ?"

"You are my pussy, my fuck toy, my whore"

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"You ARE mine and I'm going to"

Love the picture, the subtle violence, more predator over prey than lovers from Fifi at feeling-is-first.tumblr
Text by yours truly Snidely Whiplash

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Always start with tenderness and make sure she's tenderized later

I like this picture, the opposite of open
You bound like a gift waiting to be unwrapped
Eyes closed, meditating, only contemplating how best to sate my lust

Then I'm standing over you lubing our cunt

and my giant hand up to its forearm, stroking it like a giant cock

I hold up a very tight fist, flexed, and shining

A tool of medieval torture

Hard and smooth, an oaken maul worn smooth from years of toil

I slide all my fingers in deeply

slowly twisting... I don't want to tear you

You suddenly relax

and the widest part of my hand passes the entrance

my knuckles knead the ring of muscles

I probe inside

squeezing the uterus with my fingertips

Leaning over you, using my other hand to crush your breast

and my weight to hold you in place

I close my fist inside it's too big to pull out

 

When I try,I lift you off the bed

and stretch your back and belly like a rack

Impaled, you understand it's true meaning now
I pump the few inches between the deepest possible penetration
and your gateway that's small to let me out

Only low moans escape your lips, your mind is soaring free in the blackness, swept away by ache and effort
Your cunt is your universe and my fist the center about which it revolves

Pic from punishmehard tumblr
Text by yours truly, Snidely Whiplash

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Decisions

You hear me unbuckle my belt

Do I need it?

You certainly do

But maybe first, I'll use you like a little boy

and make you cry like a little girl

"Wasn't it Shakespeare who said? How can I hurt you, let me count the ways"

"No answer, oh silly me, you are gagged, just nod your head"

I'll remove that bit of cloth ,maybe later try something different to make you gag and nod your head

"my you are wet, you have been letting your mind wander, I distinctly remember telling you to think about what you've done"

"I said nothing about entertaining yourself with little girl fantasies of what I'll do to you"

well that settles it, it is to be the belt, but not just a few quick love taps on that firm ass, that will just encourage you, you need to learn to obey

" Fun and games isn't all fun and games"

no, I have lots of time and thighs and cunt are much more tender

"Count the strokes, backward from one hundred, if you get to one, I'll untie you, fuck you, come in you, then let you cry yourself to sleep in my arms"

"If you lose count, you can rest awhile and we'll start over, I'm a very patient man"

Pic from  thestrongsubmissive.tumblr

Text by yours truly Snidely Whiplash

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Valentine's Day is near

Sweeter than candy


Once upon a time there was a beautiful virgin princess in an ivory tower
Handsome prince after handsome prince  kneeled before her and begged for her hand
"What a bunch of pussies" she thought
Then one day an evil duke kidnapped her, dressed her in rags and chains
Took her to his dungeon where she was branded and tortured
and they lived happily ever after

Fairy tale by yours truly Snidely Whiplash who believes wishes come true
Picture from nice-slave.tumblr.

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