Since I get so many questions about ass tasting here’s me tasting my own
You are my new favorite! Love this girl! I need to make more ass and gaping gifs
Proxy Paige & Sandra Romain - Anal Acrobats #8 - Evil Angel
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One of the gifts I received for my birthday this year was John Updike’s Endpoint — a collection of poems and short stories published prior to his passing in 2009. For those unfamiliar, Updike was one of the preeminent 20th-Century American authors, sitting amongst that pantheon of literary greats that included legends: Hemingway, Faulkner, Steinbeck, Bellow, Roth. While not my favorite within that particular group, Updike was undoubtedly the most consistently entertaining. Most famous for his Rabbit Angstrom series, his greatest talents, I feel, were on display when he wrote about sex. Specifically, what I’ve always cherished about Updike’s sexual styling is his devious, gleeful and darned near naughty approach to the matter — you can readily imagine the man writing each line with the smirk of a child who knows he’s doing something deliciously devilish.
To illustrate precisely what I’m talking about I’ve reproduced below one my personal favorites: an Updike poem entitled, simply enough, “Fellatio”. Enjoy.
How beautiful to think
that each of these clean secretaries
at night, to please her lover, takes
a fountain into her mouth
and lets her insides, drenched with seed,
flower into her landscapes:
meadows sprinkled with baby’s breath,
hoarse twiggy woods, birds dipping, a multitude
of skies containing clouds, plowed earth stinking
of its upturned humus, and small farms each
with a silver silo.
— John Updike
And I leave you with a quote I once memorized for third-grade show-n-tell, and that remains near and dear to my heart:
“When the Day of Judgment dawns and people, great and small, come marching in to receive their heavenly rewards, the Almighty will gaze upon the mere bookworms and say to Peter, “Look, these need no reward. We have nothing to give them. They have loved reading.”
— Virginia Woolf