domenica 19 aprile 2009

My Italian Idyll

Offering deep dark hunks of chocolate and Italian Men, or is it deep dark Italian hunks and chocolate offering men? Sommer and I are indulging you at Ruthie’s today.

mercoledì 15 aprile 2009


As Sommer might say: I. Can. Not. Keep. Up. Which is not to say what she would say, because clearly she can, but how she might say it.

There have been so many wonderful posts in the last few days here and there and here, my head is spinning.

Once again, thanks to all who participated here on The Blow Hard Tour, I'm thrilled I could entertain you and tickled I could make a certain sexy writer blush.

With that I'll continue trying to catch up and not go spinning out of control, maybe I could use a nice calming but exhilerating, grounding might be a good word, long draught of cinnamon which is right up there with black pepper on my list of arousing scents.

These images are for you.



venerdì 10 aprile 2009

Blown Away on An Island in the Sea

Blowhard, all talk and no action? I think not.

This has been an UNFORGETTABLE ‘round the world tour! In creativity, diversity, you've blown us away.

How many times and in how many different ways can we pay homage to cock sucking! Many, many it seems. A selfless act, it is the most reverential one can perform, giving exquisite pleasure without reciprocation. But the Pavlovian effect is undeniable. Just the thought of silky smooth skin, the soft cushion of the head over the rigid shaft on my upper lip...

So. Many. Thanks. to the sumptuous Sommer for jump starting this, and remember to comment for a chance to win
a sensationally salacious selection of filthy lucre.

And, remember to drop down on Neve Black's brand spanking new site for tomorrow’s indecent installment.

I’m six to nine hours ahead of most of you in time, and borrowing an internet connection, I really appreciate any and all comments you might make and I’ll reply as soon as I can, but if I don't get back to you right away you can be sure it's because I'm in a place where they are forcing me to stuff my face with all manner of Italian delicacies...well maybe not THAT one...

Today we are on an ancient volcanic Mediterranean island in the bay of Naples. At the far end of a natural stone jetty the dark stone castle of Aragon is perched high on top of a massive sea lapped rock. Narrow winding roads, flanked by dark green umbrella pines and citrus trees suspended at angles, lead from the seaport up into the hillsides. The damp spring air is a sweet and salty mix of fragrances of violet wisteria flower and the sea.

Here is a fantasy in which everything in the world may not be picture perfect, but is potently arousing nonetheless. (from

Whenever I See His Face

MY LOVER is the most beautiful man in the world. But when I think of him, I don’t picture his face.

When I think of him, I think of his cock. His broad, hard, straight cock, its taut sheath, its ripples, its soft cushioned lip against mine. Its long slit teasing my tongue, I taste its sweet liquid. I nestle my nose in its insertion near his balls. I smell his musky scent.

I evoke the sensation of gently sucking one testicle into my mouth, feeling it slip in his scrotal sac. I release it and suck the other in. Cupping his magnificent balls in my warm palm, I glide my tongue up the corpus to the tip of his penis and engulf it in my mouth. With a gentle undulation of my tongue, I suck lightly, at first, until he begs me to suck harder.

When I think of him, I think of his cock. The extreme sensation arouses me. My nipples tingle, my labia throb, my clit twinges, and my cunt contracts. My inner thigh muscles weaken. I am instantly wet.

I envision his big, muscular body, his long, large bones. I imagine his weight on me. I think of his cock as he presses against me, I feel his powerful thrust. The tension in his thighs. His slow build up. The way he glides in and out. Then his quick staccato rhythm. I feel him come, jerking into me.

When I think of him I think of his cock, and his insatiable appetite. I want him now. I see his scarred and battered face and I am aroused anew.

martedì 7 aprile 2009

Let's Make Music Together

Today's musical stop on the Tour.

lunedì 6 aprile 2009

A Real Charmer...

You must go here and "if you listen closely a man says one must
swallow to alleviate any discomfort while going down..." hahahahahaha

domenica 5 aprile 2009

Your Blow Job Queen

No, not me, Heidi!

I'm playing catch up, but see all of these, they are not to be missed...this stop on The Blow Hard Tour