What's Your Fucking Routine?

For me, the hottest way to start getting it on is poke round his hole, with ya dick, ...


... and then, when he's hot and itching to have you inside, flip him over and shove it in, pinning down for some solid porking ...


... getting his legs high up in the air - for easier access ...


A few changes of position are good to stop anyone going off point ...




... and some pashing - just to show him you really and truly care ...


... and a bit of body spooning, if he doesn't seem to be convinced by the kissing ...


Dins after can be nice - depending on how it went of course.

Finally, my rule of thumb for another 'date' is 7/10 or better!

What's your 'standard' in this?

Daffodils - Variation on a Theme

Daffodils are of course one of the first signs that spring is on its way. They used to pop up all over our front lawn at home - as if by some kind of magic. Breaking any rules about flowers being in garden beds.

They're also a sign that the season of increasing and sap-rising friskiness is imminent. We're just animals, after all. Well, I am - I don't know about you guys! Who may spend those same hours lost in the translation of obscure medieval Latin texts about ... whatever esoteric topic it is that you loose yourself in.

Daffodils are so amazingly and almost unbelievably fresh-looking - and with a scent the same. Nothing what-so-ever to remind you of the nasty musky odor of that leather cub's furry crack a couple of posts ago!

Now, browsing round Google Images, I was surprised to find so much variation on the theme!













Wish spring was on its way here now!

Bit sick of all the de-friskiness-making heat of the (on occasion) 45+ degree heat we've had this summer!

Lots of make sloth - and not much make 'love'!

What Does Your Fridge Say About You?

You know how sometimes you look at something familiar but with new eyes ... as though you're seeing it for the first time.

Well today, for me, it was the inside of our fridge.

Now, I must I admit I've just been shopping - and so perhaps the look is a tad more sumptuous and enticing than usual. A comparison-confirmation shot from yesterday would be needed to clinch my reputation as having one of the best fridge interiors on the block!


Okay, so what does the inside of our icebox say about us?

I'll tell you - mainly that we're very (and I do mean 'very') serious 'foodies'!

In Europe, the French are recorded as spending the greatest percentage of their weekly income on food - between a quarter and a third. Seems about right to me! And put the right value on eating, considering how often we have to do it!

If any proof is needed, beyond my word and a glance inside our fridge, the kitchen bench top spice dish (as opposed to the bursting spice cupboard) is the first part of my evidence ...


... followed but these photos of suman making in train ..






... and concluded with these other assorted feasts, in preparation or about to be devoured ...





.... and this nut-encrusted chocolate brownie dessert ...


Okay guys, your turn to fess up.

Are you foodies too ... or is McDonalds the main gourmet cook in your household?

Deep Deep Down You ARE a Leather Queen - Believe Me on This!

I'm going to try to turn you into an honest-to-god leather queen ... at least for the duration of this post.

Now the guy I'm going use for this difficult task ... has THE most scorchingly power-packed hunky bod - fleshy, firm, muscular ...


... and erotically hairy legs and crotch that I can actually (really!) smell from here ...


... and when he turns round, the musky erotic aroma from his furry crack ... you probably know exactly what I'm sensing - sluts!


And when he jerks off ...







... I know I'm heading off to Sax Leather on Oxford Street ... to get his name, address (email or otherwise) ... anything that might help me track him down!

But of course only after I've slurped up that big load of hot tasty cum dribbling into his bush and down his dick!

Carter Scott, Lots of Oink and the Topping Gene

Every now and then (or all the time) you want to get your hands on that lazy sensual voluptuary - the one who, by his very fleshy firm porkiness alone, turns on your topping gene, big big time. There's something in Carter's unrelenting pigginess that just makes we wanna flip him over and get to work.


He's the kinda guy you don't have to be politically correct with - and take those agonizing 4 hours and twenty-three and a half minutes of ever-so-gentle prodding and poking (and plain begging) ... just to get the tiniest bit of the head of ya dick in.

One who, after he's given you the I'm-up-for-it-right-now look, ...


... will give a sneak preview of every angle shown in the main event ...




... and then (after a sexily short five minutes and thirty-four second romp around the crimson couch) will produce the absolute ATM of entry points!

Actually, having said all that blah bout no malingering, I prefer a slow (3.5 sec) step-by-step revealing ... of the Holy Grail ...




What follows next will make the gods weep - with unrestrained envy!