So, as I tweeted this afternoon: I'm working a bit late this Friday, so V sent me a photo of her masturbating with her favorite toy. Girl is one slutty tease.
Ok then, because someone was savvy enough to ask for it, here's the photo V just sent to me when I told her I had to work late. Greedy little slut.
Also, the text I got after:
"Did you put new batteries in*? The two giant g-spot orgasms it just gave me lead me to say yes." Read more »
There are no words to describe the hotness on display here. I like that the one on the left remembers to keep stroking even as she focuses her attention on her partner in crime.
Let's just be perfectly honest about it. Almost nothing in life feels as good as a mouth on your sex. Even if the way I phrased that just made you gag a little. For real.
Fucking is amazing. Ass fucking, incredible. Getting pegged, unreal.
But give me the full, singular attention of your warm mouth on my cock. Or my slick tongue on your clit. Can't beat that shit.
Just try and argue against it, I've got these to back me up.
Absolutely. The blog has sort of been the first toe in the water. But on our list of fantasies are many different public fucking scenarios.
So far, I've fingered her in front on our window, her hand pressed on the glass, fucked in a bathroom at a crowded party, a line of people waiting, V has taken a masturbation challenge (see how many times she can come in a rental car in a 30 mile stretch) [she got to 3, btw].
But we've never really done the outdoors thing, so you know it's high up there.
I can't even put into words just how much I love to do this. Getting two fingers snug against V's g-spot and just fucking going for it, full speed ahead, using the old "c'mere" method of finger fucking. She's mine in a matter of minutes, if she even lasts that long.
That's right, ladies and gentlemen, our favorite cock sucking, down to earth, smoking hot, empowered porn star is back. And this time, she's sucking cock upside down.
Having received a blowjob this way on more than one occasion, I can attest to this being a superior angle. First of all, it's unusual, so the visuals are off the charts. And perhaps more importantly, it allows your cock to plow so much deeper into her throat.
I clearly can't speak highly enough of this position. Now, on to the video: Read more »
There's not a whole lot to say about this video, other than it's incredibly hot. Here are some reasons this is true.
1) That ass. 2) The way she clings onto the bedframe and WORKS it. 3) The juice she produces throughout. 4) The single freckle. 5) THAT ASS. Read more »
If you've been following along for a while, you know pretty well by now that we live in Brooklyn. And that we love it.
However, we'll openly admit to much of the ridiculous shit that goes on here, and absolutely welcome all that wish to make fun of it. But anyone that wishes to do so should probably give up, because you'll never succeed better than David Rees.
While sure, this video takes place in Beacon, NY, we all know it's a riff on the Brooklyn dream. The dream of taking up some oddly specific craft and bringing pretentious assholery to it. Whether its pickles brined in the tears of your lost childhood or a tattoo artist that only uses inks made from beet juice (neither of these things is real, but might as well be), David's brilliantly dry satire will call you out.
Sure, it's a little long. But for the funniest video I've seen come along in months, it's totally worth digging in. After all, "pencils are, in a lot of ways, the opposite of the internet." Read more »
Well, Violet's had that question before, in a slightly different format. Her response, 5 women, 14 men. Which makes me number 20, a nice even number. You can see more here:
As for me, considering penetrative sex only, which is how V's list was tallied (pussy eating for ladies), Violet is number 2. I had some rocky years in high school, started late, then stuck with the same partner through to my mid-20's.
So yeah, pretty similar numbers, just off by a zero.
You didn't think the photos of V eating cotton candy in her panties were the ONLY photos we took that afternoon, did you? That doesn't really sound like us, does it?
I'll be honest, I kinda hate the title of this video. And the running time of 36 minutes. But the idea of another woman slowing rubbing on another naked woman for this long, caressing her pussy for the entire length of an episode of 30 Rock is pretty fucking great.
Violet has had this experience not one, but twice. Two professional masseuses have brought her to orgasm as part of their services. Perhaps she can tell you all that story(ies) someday. Until then, enjoy. Read more »
Recently, someone got a new tat. Which means, yes, even more challenging photo editing must commence (at this rate, we'll have nothing to show but genitals). This someone happens to also have magnificent tits, a delectable pussy and a tight little asshole.
In honor of this new addition, we put together a set of similarly talented ladies. With ink of their own.
Ok. So you probably want an explanation about these taped nipples, don't you? I teased you back in the day with a taste, the shot that Violet sent to my phone.
There are times before you hop into bed, totally nude, ready to get some. Times when Rye stops you in the doorway. Times when he tells you to stay still. That you look stunning. Reaches for the camera. You listen.
There was a time, a little over a year ago, when we drove down South with a couple of friends. It was a long car ride, where we listened to lots of music, good and bad. Had lots of conversations, short and long. And made plenty of jokes, hilarious and just plain stupid.
During one of these conversations, we somehow got into the subject of squirting (imagine that). While both women admitting to not having experienced this, I could say that I've been witness to the majesty. And what a majesty it is. The major question that came up, however, was "where is the stuff stored?" And if it's being stored, wouldn't that add a few pounds of ejaculate fluid to your body weight? Is THAT what we mean by "water weight"???
As we watched this video, we couldn't help but reel back to that conversation. There is just SO much come! SO much. It just keeps pouring out of her. It's fascinating. And yes, it's also fucking hot. Read more »
What's not to love? Seeing how sopping and engorged she is? Or the slide of her hand up and down his slick shaft? That little tuft of pubes? The hint of her breast?
This one is thanks to a certain reader, who emailed it over with the simple heading "I think you guys will appreciate this link." Well, friendly reader, you were right.
How about you, reading this right now? Have anything for us? Comments? Questions? Photos? Videos? Links? Send them our way, either through email, Twitter, comments or Formspring. Make it as anon as you want, just hit us up!
These are the things that I think of when I think of intimacy. When I think of being one of two. In a partnership. Totally myself and also totally for someone else.
There's joy in it. Ugliness. Rawness. Yearning. Laughter. Tenderness. And sometimes, exhaustion.
I love everything about this. And Violet is the reason.
If you've never been to Ben's Chili Bowl, you've never been to one of my favorite places on the planet. Just in case you are one of these poor lost souls, we found you this.
I've got a thing for late night greasy spoons (in case you had not already guessed), and I was in love with Ben's the first time I ever crossed the threshold. There isn't much that I can say better than Bill Cosby and the Ali family, so watch and drool for yourself. And let's go get a half-smoke next time we're in DC. Happy weekend, chili faces.
Since it's 4.20, we figured something to do with smoking would be timely and reasonable. But while weed is no longer a big thing for either of us, this is the kind of smoking we're a lot more used to these days.
Anytime we find a new blog, site or Tumblr that we obsess over, it's only right that it's shared with you, am I right?
So yeah, this one was discovered after she started following our Twitter account (@ucappetites, come follow, fuckers!). While she goes by @tieandbeg on the old Twitter, the name of the Tumblr is Beg and Tie. If I'm confusing you, the internet isn't for you.
For example. THIS was on her blog. I KNOW. Leg warmers, right???
You guys remember what I said about Violet and the torn stockings (that sounds like a filthy children's book, btw)? Looks like someone changed her mind after sliding into them, doesn't it?
I'll tell you what, if there's one thing that Violet really gets, it's that men are visual creatures. Slut knows how to sell that shit, for REAL.
Clean that shit! Take a shower together. Or separately. But make sure you're feeling fully open to every- and anything before you get into it. It just makes things that much more fun.
Oh, and I would imagine that if you're having stomach issues, you should probably skip it that particular day. Just saying...
Are you kidding? ALL the time. When we first started dating, I couldn't believe it. He'd finish inside me, take a moment, then go right back at it. It's part of the reason I come so many times when we fuck, he's pretty much always good for an encore.
You guys know what we're all about. We're all about rubbing our bodies on one another. We're all about talking about it, sharing it and (we hope) helping others do the same. But also, we're all about honesty. And guys? Sometimes you feel like a fuck, sometimes you don't.
We've had a few conversations lately, with each other and with friends, about expectations. We think there is probably an expectation that we bang each other in every moment of spare time we have. Listen, we don't want to freak you out, people who have expectations, but we do have to feed and bathe ourselves occasionally. Read more »
As Violet destroys each pair of tights she buys (she's clumsy), I keep the runny, torn sexiness sheaths in our sex toy drawer (yep, and entire drawer is now occupied).
But you see, Violet isn't too into the idea of stockings. Torn stockings, to be more specific. She feels that they look a little "rapey". Which is an entirely valid point. But that doesn't help my boner.
So, like the GGG slut she is, Violet indulged said boner. And my camera lens.
What follows is an email that I sent to Violet the other day, before meeting some friends for drinks.
"When we see each other at the bar tonight, I will have a few things on me.
1. A Sharpie. 2. Arousal balm.
You will take these from my pocket and on your first trip to the bathroom, you will do three things.
1. Rub the arousal balm on your clit and both nipples. 2. Write, where you are able to around your pussy, "Rye's cunt" with the Sharpie. 3. Take a photo of your freshly tagged pussy.
You will hold on to the balm. On return trips to the bathroom, should there be any, you will reapply the balm to your clit and your nipples. Each trip, you will take an additional photo, of whatever you see fit.
When we get home from drinks, there will be additional tasks awaiting you." Read more »
Camille again? But we just watched cum splash on her face! Could we possibly watch more? OF COURSE YOU CAN.
That's right, folks. Fleshbot came through mere moments after posting Camille's teaser video, so now you get to watch a full session. IN. SLOW. MOTION.
Full disclosure: When Camille sucks the cum out of her hands, Violet put a hand to her breast and gasped in sheer delight.
I have a feeling Rye is going to get a little stiff over this bitch. She looks kind of mean, kind of hardcore, but is also wearing a Radiohead t-shirt, flashing her tits, has bangs and could be awfully sweet in bed. Enjoy, darling!
Can you feel it? The warm breeze on the back of your neck? The sting of sunshine on your bare feet? The steam burn of a too-hot crawfish right out of the boil? Yeah. Us too.
I mean, yes, this video is a little shaky, a little all over the place, but isn't that kind of how memories of summer feel? I mean, you could lay Louis' rendition of La Vie En Rose over a Civil War re-enactment and I would think it's super romantic (no offense to any Living Historians* in our midst). There's also something surprisingly charming about capturing the faces of people expecting to be photographed on video. Big smiles, held for just a little too long, with a beer in your hand. That's kind of the framework we're building our lives on here.
We're so close, everyone. Now, if you'll excuse us, our roof and our beer coozies are calling. Happy weekend, lovelies!
* But seriously, what are you people doing with your lives?
When we were in the early stages, I got her off 10 times in one night, over the course of about three hours. That's the most we've gotten from her at one time, though she commonly gets about 5 in a night. Last night, for instance, she had 4. She's pretty much a fucking marvel. And a blessing.
I often talk about the chuckle and little bristle of pride that I get when a man cat-calls me in public. I know I'm supposed to be offended by his thinking of me as a sex object, but let's be honest: I like being a sex object sometimes. This particular line of thinking got me to wondering if other women cat-call men in their heads as much as I do. And, let's be honest, when you see all this ass up in them jeans, you're going to know why I'm asking.
I mean, why don't we do this? Sometimes I catch a glimpse of my husband's ass while he's going about his daily activities and am just like, DAMN SON.
This one might be my favorite of the bunch. If you're thinking to yourself, "I'd like to take a bite out of that." I'll tell you from experience; yes, you really would.
Sweet dreams, ladies. Maybe some day this week, we'll all be emboldened to look that well-dressed man on the subway in the eye and ask him to shake what his mama gave him.
And sometimes, when Violet's in my sweater and torn jeans, she flips the script. And takes full advantage of my cock always being at the ready. Especially when she's just been fingering herself.
Hello, darlings! Don't worry, we haven't gone far. Just giving the creative juices - and, er, other juices - some time to repopulate. You know, as the days get warmer and longer, there's so much more socializing, fucking, eating, fucking, drinking, etc. to be done. But don't worry, we're just drumming up some inspiration for future filthy fucking.
As we looked through our collection of saved images this Sunday over coffee, we started to get this idea about some of them that they felt like home.
We can't exactly pinpoint what it is about the images in particular.
Maybe it's the familiar objects (Chucks, Hitachi's, goosebumps on huge tits, smiles, animal prints) that makes these all feel so comfortable.
Maybe it's the vague sexiness of it all, even if it shows nothing. The intimacy that hides beneath it all. The other side of the camera being a source of trust and comfort.
Have a video of you fucking and disgusted by the blown out color, poor angles and TV in the background? Class that shit up. All it takes is a little desaturation*.
*Ok, fine. It also takes a certain amount of editing skill. And better angle choices. And some sexy fade in/fade outs. That's what iMovie's for. Get on that shit!
Alright, ladies and gentlemen. You asked for it, you got it. Rye in various stages of undress, back, arms, shoulders, collarbone (purr), you name it. In case you could not already tell how much I idolize, drool over and love this man's body, here's another taste.
I've never fully gotten the meaning behind this. Like, me fucking her ass then pulling out and having her give me a blowjob? That's simply unsanitary.
However, if it pertains to me rimming her then her making out with me? Yes, that's happened many times. In fact, rimming is frequently on the table, so it's hard to even remember 20 minutes later that you ate her ass. Then you're about to come and I'm NOT going to make out with her? Madness.
Hmm. Never thought of that. Fucking is pretty much it...
Joking. We actually have very full, varied lives that revolve around friends, food, music, cocktails, food, writing, food, politics and travel. Though not so much the sports.
We've said before that people that meet us in person would probably never guess that we run this blog. And none of our friends know. But then, who knows, maybe if you told them, they wouldn't find it so far-fetched.
I suppose that's partly because we're drawn to passionate people, whatever that passion may be. They, like us, tend to be passionate about many things, and sex can just be one of them. I know it is for us.
We don't film everything. Or every time. Actually, we've only ever shot a couple of videos. But when we hit 100 blog follows, we'll make one especially for you guys. And are already talking about what should be in it.
However, filming or photographing sex or sexual acts is fun because it's something different. And different is good. You can't just do the same shit all the time, you gotta break it up, make it exciting. And maybe, conjure up those feelings you had about sex before you had it. That's what keeps shit fun.
I think we all remember how much I loved the LELO Ina. In case you need a memory refresher, I called it the best vibrator ever invented, insisted that you go buy it and even included a David Bowie GIF to convince you. I regret to inform you of some devastating news: the Ina 2 is just not as good.
What I've discovered in the blessed task of reviewing sex toys, is that it's truly a game of inches. In the Ina 2's case, it was an inch in the wrong direction.
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