Oldie but a goodie.

Sometimes it pays to be unemployed and have time to sit around looking at you and your friends’ lives over the past few years on flickr.

With all my spare time, I was able to find a gem such as this, with a Beater herself looking a trouser snake dead in the eye!

May 16, 2009. boner, Brooklyn, calisha jenkins, life goes on, the chickenhut. Leave a comment.

Clit’rature: Down by the River, Pt. 1

We meet in dark alleys. Back rooms of dive bars. Borrowed cars. Sleazy motels that rent by the hour. Parts of town they don’t even know about, where we won’t get caught. Whenever we can, it’s not often, so there’s always a pressing sense of urgency.

This time I lead you down by the train bridge on the river. Where we used to go do drugs in high school. We cross the tracks and stumble down the hill, you push me up against the trestles. The heat of your breath on the nape of my neck, hand wrapped sweetly around my jaw, moving up, your thumb touching my bottom lip by accident at first, then pulling it down so you can put your first two fingers inside my mouth–you pull them out and go up my skirt, grab a fat handful of the bottom of my ass, give it a good slap with the ill backspin bounce, then touch my clit with your thumb–light touch tease–but I jerk myself up and your hand, still wet with spit, slips down and you feel how fucking drenched I already am–you laugh, say shit girl, you get so goddamn wet–I say you always get me so fucking wet–and suddenly you slam three fingers in, without warning, but I’m plenty greased up so they go in easy–I gasp, there’s no air left in my lungs, just good pain, getting better with every thrust, the heat spreading over my chest, flushing up into my face, we sink into the dirty ground, I bite my lip, so fucking close and then the feeling stops–you put your fingers back in my mouth so I can taste myself and before I can get mad at you for halting so abruptly, you’re guiding my hand down with yours, in between my legs.

I tell you I want to taste you too–but you won’t let me yet, you’re still holding me down by my my hand on my cunt–I struggle against your chest, trying to push you off, trying to climb on top of you, until you finally let go and roll over into the wet ground, pulling me with you. So now I’m sitting on top, my wet pussy dripping onto the bulge in your jeans–I get super fucking excited when it’s my turn to please you. I’m trying to undo your belt buckle but my fingers are all wet with cum and I can’t get it open quick enough–you have to push my hands away and unbuckle yourself, and then you draw back and let me go to work. You know how much I love having this power over you and you fucking love it.

To be continued…

March 18, 2009. boner, clit'rature, fingerbanging, ligerbeat, tits magoo. 1 comment.

dicks on bricks: boner

dicks on the street…street dicks!
no, not that kind of street dick…the other kind.

there is, blissfully, no shortage of cock references in the wonderful world of graffiti. i’ll spare you the obvious puns that could be drawn between the parallels of being a cocky motherfucker and getting your name up in as many places as possible, because that is neither here nor there. we’ll never know why this person picked the name boner, but my guess would be, um, because it’s awesome, and that’s reason enough for me.

at any rate, nothing brings a tear to the eye of a young pornographer like looking up and getting a good eyeful of dickspiration. props to this guy for catching wreck in the name of the d. ligerbeat like totally hearts you.

and now, without further ado, i present to you the niyasty philly stylings of BONER YKK.






stay tuned for further installments of dicks on bricks.
throwies that get your panties wet. chea.

January 19, 2009. boner, crackie treehorn, dicks on bricks. 7 comments.