choice butts #6....

Thank you kindly to the dear reader who sent me this divine picture. You shall remain anonymous as requested, but may I just take this opportunity to say what a stunning vision you provide. Beyond choice. What I wouldn't do to get my hands on you. (I hope you don't mind the minor colourations that I carried out).

feet and other bits....
(in dire need of massaging)

A further slice of bhp...... (upon request)

Following a chat with a dear reader of this blog, it was her request that I post a picture of my feet. Not the most gainly of body parts I'm sure... However the aim is to please, so here they are in all their.... well here they are!
If any of you out there have any suggestions or requests, of what you might like to see.. then feel free to ask the question of me.
You never know, you just might get what you ordered.
Xbhp

A hero departs...

Maurice Sendak, brilliant illustrator and author, most notably of my all time favourite childrens book when I was growing up (and to this day)'Where the Wild Things Are', passed away on May 8th, aged 83.
Long may his wild rumpus continue in the imaginations of little and big children everywhere.

Thank you Mr.Sendak

A jeans clad slice of bhp..

front..

or back.. which do you prefer?

Choice Cuts #14...

Wanderluster
by
Band of Skulls
I have an insatiable wanderlust, so the track title alone grabbed my by the proverbials, but the song, the song tugs at them with gusto (like a Chinese woman in dispute over a parking spot) and hasn't let go.  

On the road..

                  in new york city

i found you there

One Sunday Morning...

Shards of cosmic rays pierce the cracks in the curtains, illuminating your divine form.. a chiaroscuro hourglass. Dreamy vision of perfection. My pulse instantly quickens as I peruse what lay before me.

My hard-on is literally throbbing. I sit up on my knees and stroke it, languidly, enjoying the intimacy of this luxurious moment.

I remove the thin barrier of cotton sheet, exposing you entirely. Naked bar your ankle socks.

My stiff cock thickens further, engorged now, with boiling blood.

Still sleeping, you lay half on your side, half on your belly, outside knee bent at right angle, near the beds edge. A position which allows me full view of your tidy womanly workings. Tucked in and sleeping too.

I stroke my cock further, my balls rise and fall in time.

I lean in, stealthily, close enough to smell your sex, inhale, look away exhale. I’m almost close enough to kiss your piece. But I want you sleeping. Shhhh.

Shifting my weight gently, I straddle your outstretched leg and shimmy in slightly, closer still. With ample spit I coat my pulsing dick and bend it down, poised to meet your lips.

Inhale. I introduce my flesh to yours, you barely stir. I locate the avenue of my want, and nudge my cock head in. Exhale.

I stay right there while you become aware, allow you time to recognise whats coming. But only just.

Inhale. And push my hefty meat toward its goal. Halfway in you awake with a start, blissfully aware of my intrusion, I give you my all. Exhale. Both you and me. I do so love to listen to your breath expelled in ecstacy.

I take your hair in one hand while the other claws your hip. With slow pendulum strokes I plunder you from base to tip.

This..... is..... fucking..... bliss.

It takes no more than a few minutes to deliver my delicate cargo, deep inside your precious, willing cunt. I stay inside and pump.

As the torrid rain of orgasm washes over me, you open your eyes for the first time. Good morning.

Hey baby... you want some brunch?

Currently reading...

Shantaram
by
Gregory Roberts

It's taken me far to long to pick up this international best seller.. an imposing volume for one with little time. However, from the very first sentence I was beyond intrigued, and by the end of the first page.. I was literally hooked. Only a few chapters in I find myself deeply ensconced in the characters, the scent and colour, and the remarkable ability of the author to transport me to another world.. the Bombay underbelly. So far, so impressed.
I'm left wondering what took me.  

listen to the man...

The past reflects eternally between two mirrors- the bright mirror of words and deeds, and the dark one, full of things we didn't say or do.

Gregory D. Roberts