Showing posts with label movies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label movies. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

swim suck fuck

 WHAT do you do at the local community centre? Do you swim? do you suck back on your $4 lattes and discuss the weather while watching the kids skate around the ice. Or as Boring Bob waxes poetic about Calloway's Big Bertha, do you think to yourself, fuck! there's gotta be more to this than here.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

caged Calisto


If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were.

~Khalil Gibran

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

to whit spit?



Some like to play with Barbies. Others like to play dress-up. Yet others like to watch TV while others prefer lollipops. One a hot sultry afternoon with the television playing an accompanying track and the fan stirring the hot air around in a sweltering bedroom, she prefers to suck my cock. Lick it, stroke it, make love to it.

Holding the camera steady was the least I could do.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

a night at the talkies

HER HEAD SNAPPED BACK SHARPLY and she stiffened against the seat. In the pulsating glow of the dark theatre, I could sense more than see that she had clamped her lips together tightly to prevent a gasp from escaping. Slowly her thighs began to part before my fingers. She wore no panties. Like exploring into a warm damp cave, my hand scrabbled upwards pushing her skirt with it until I came in touch with the soft moist lips of her cunt.

I turned towards her at the same time she turned to look at me. Her eyes feline bright and just as round radiated both shock and lust simultaneously. I stroked her wetness, slipping one finger inside her. Her body reacted again as a soft groan spilled from between her lips, the sound buried within the polyphonic resonance of mind-crushing decibels emanating from the speakers around us.

Hellboy II was a riot. Trippy in an acid-high sort of way. Vivid colours and images melding together in an euphoric cacophony reminiscent of my drug-laced days when music ran in colours down the walls and peoples faces melted into waxen effigies. I loved the soundtrack, even recognized the Eels (whatever became of them?). I played with her pussy while I watched. While the 5 men in the seat in front of us ate their popcorn and drank their Coke and whispered amongst themselves. I dipped my fingers in to her hot essence, not only because she wanted me to, but mainly because I can.