You’ve got to love any story that ends like this:

“The old guy died a few weeks later. And I never washed the truncheon. I wonder if he got to smell that wonder smell of female cum before he died? I hope so.”

[Later:] The link went very dead, so here’s the whole story:

So I worked for this old guy, he was about 86, and in his bedroom he had a truncheon. Hehe… I’d been eyeing it up for some time. This particular day I was feeling extra horny, and thought “fuck it.”

I went in to the bathroom, slipped off my pants, and sat on the edge of the bath. I was soo wet at the thought of this, so it slipped into my tight cunt nice and easy. I tell you the wooden hardness of it felt fucking amazing. I was fucking myself nice and hard with it and rubbing my clit with my other hand. It didn’t take long before I was ready for a screaming come, and then… I hear footsteps coming up the stairs! “Fuck it,” I thought, “he is deaf, he won’t hear me.” LOL… Well that was it. The thought of getting caught, blew me the fuck away and I think I made more noise than I ever have in my life. Pulls pants back on quick and he is just reaching the top of the stairs. Phew! I didn’t even lock the door.

The old guy died a few weeks later. And I never washed the truncheon. I wonder if he got to smell that wonder smell of female cum before he died? I hope so.

Awwwwwwww fuck… I should have stole that truncheon!

From another of the summer’s crop of hot new sex blogs, Bloggin’ Bitch [now defunct], comes this anecdote of supportive male conversation:

I just had a conversation with my man about swingers parties. Well I just had to ask. I really really want to go to one. Especially after reading some of the things over at Naked Loft Party. The reply: You really are a nympho little bitch aren’t you?

Yah baby, that’s the way to encourage your woman to share her fantasies with you!

Oh yes you are, or you would be if you got chained to a stone wall and given this sort of special attention:

[Cue sound of evil laughter]

Via alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. anime.

From Teresa at Making Light:

“I’m of the school that thinks that someone else’s gender preferences are only your business if you’re thinking of making a pass at them. If not, not.”

What is it about this summer? Seems like good new sex blogs are sprouting up all over. This one’s called Erotic Truth [since gone defunct] and it’s a multi-author blog with lots of posts, all of them quite explicit and interesting.

You know that too-common complaint women have about some guy who tried to get them to do anal sex by “accidentally” just trying to slip it in when they weren’t expecting it? Well, one of the early posts on Erotic Truth is a very graphic, very bad example:

My first time was somewhat of an accident (or so he says). Scott and I are in the shower at his older cousins house doing the nasty. Little tub, and a shower curtain hanging from the ceiling. I am bent over, ass in the air (as usual) and he is fucking me harder than a raped ape. Suddenly he pulls out and with all the fucking force one man could muster he rams it into my ass. Shower curtain flies off, I scream…tears well in my eyes…ass bleeds. I was like WHAT THE HELL were you thinking about? He looks back at me as if I am on drugs and says…what? What? you stupid fucking waste of skin….you just rammed a good sized piece of meat into my virgin asshole. He’s like”I did?” YOU COULDNT TELL? No says he…..it felt just like the other hole. Alrighty then, either my pussy is so tight it feels like an ass or my ass is loose enough to feel like a pussy. Either way, he did not earn brownie points that day. Assfuck.

A gentleman, adept navigator, and credit to his gender. Not.

There’s Shell’s way… and then there is this way.

Celebrate diversity, I tell you!

mr youse needn’t be so spry
concernin questions arty

each has his tastes but as for i
i likes a certain party

gimme the he-man’s solid bliss
for youse ideas i’ll match youse

a pretty girl who naked is
is worth a million statues

— e.e. cummings