MrLunos Commentary: Video- 001

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MrLunos Commentary: Video- 001"MrLuno's Commentary" is my way of speaking as freely and authentically on topics that move me... like it or not. These writing are not written for an audience but are my own pondering and journal investigations that i am willing to share. Comments and feedback welcome.Exhibitionists Stroking Strangers on the StreetI love this quirky vid because it is so real, raw, authentic, non-premeditated, primal and... degrading. I have watched this clip many times. My attention and focus of these comments concern the slut in the front seat. I like how she is totally nude and not just exposing herself out of partial concealment like the slut in the backseat is. She is to my eyes... very vulnerable.... and i can feel my primal instincts rise up within me wanting to seize and capitalize on such vulnerability. Notice how when the first male she jerks off is about to cum... she withdraws and pulls away as if to avoid contact with his bodily fluids. She gives the impression with her body language that she just wanted to stroke him but not get "messy". It might have been her plan to avoid contact with bodily fluids all evening or it might be that her withdrawal was just a mirroring his behavior seeing as he was first to move her hand out of the way as a signal to her that he is about to ejaculate. It is difficult to say for sure which was her true motivation. However, the second male is much more bold than the first. He reaches in the car and fondles her tiny tits. He reaches in the car and fingers her nude pussy. He even licks his fingers and returns them to her nude cunt. Subtle indicators create the sense that questions regarding her personal boundaries flash though her mind. So many feelings and information to process all at the same time... not to mention subconscious pressure from unspoken expectations and typical female insecurities. Mixed with all that is the cold realization that there is nothing she can really do to prevent violation of her personal boundaries now... its just too late for that. Then... unlike the first male he leans in and ejaculates his horny wet cum load all over her in a flurry of messy spews intentionally flung at her. I sense her mixed feelings and confusion in these brief subtle seconds. Too many thoughts and feelings to process rationally. She has entered a realm that she is no longer in control of.Then... from the corner of the window an unannounced cummer ejaculates another surprise horny load onto her.For me my favorite and most delicious moment of this clip is at 04:02. Notice the body language and messaging conveyed in this revealing moment... in the way this quick cummer so casually and so objectifyingly scoops up what cum he can from his still pulsing cock for the sole purpose of flinging it from his hand onto her nude flesh- and in such a dismissive and dehumanizing way. It is clear that this is not just an u*********s body movement. His gesture is a message he is sending to her and wants her to hear in her soul in his last dismissive moment of their encounter. It is his way of having the last word- and he succeeds. It is a way, in his post orgasmic bliss, to take a brief, subtle psychological shit so to speak on her now very vulnerable soul. He is telling her in that action what she really is.. and what he really thinks of her. I sense that she does in fact get the message. She can feel it. Even with so little of her actually appearing in the frame look at the body language of her hand. I imagine her looking around güvenilir bahis briefly for some sort of validation. A nervous look down and her cum splattered nude and vulnerable body, a slight smile on her face partly from the eroticized attention and partly as a defense mechanism to mask the shaming that she has just endured. Its a very brief and fleeting moment but very rich with content. To me it sums up the entire sordid clip.I wish i knew more back story and context surrounding this sleazy adventure and its female characters. I see no indicator of an exchange of money for services in this brief clip and for me that is a good thing. To me the exchange of money for sex is a real buzz-kill. Maybe its because it makes things too much like normal life- im not fully sure. An exception might be if I Owned a slave and whored her out for some pathetic amount of money say... a nickle for a fuck. That would be different because then its no longer about the money at all but is just another tool of objectification and psychological manipulation. In that context i would enjoy it. But, if its a simple financial exchange for more utilitarian needs that is a real bore to me and ruins any real value to the encounter. But, that is an entirely different topic... i digress.I prefer to imagine these sluts engaging in their filthy escapade to satisfy their own lusts or their need for attention or to please and win favor of the males that are escorting them around on their degrading sojourn. I suspect its more the latter than anything else. If i am honest with myself i have to admit i like this clip because it is so degrading, so shameful and so humiliating. I like that... and it is so very deliciously intoxicating and addictive. The psychological realities of what is really going on here are intense. But, part of me wonders why i like that sort of dynamic so much. I question how normal that is or if there is something just not right about me for liking it so much for those reasons. I find it impossible to gauge with any confidence how much these elements are really in the video clip itself and how much is just my reading into it. Whatever the answer to all that is i know i love it a lot. It sets off so many base primal urges and makes my head reel.I like imagining what i would do if i was there at that scene. Lets say i was the driver. This woman in the front seat if i saw her under normal or typical circumstances would barely register with me. I might not even notice her. She is not even the sort of body type that i prefer or gravitate towards visually. However, there is something about the fact that she is willing to be such a fucking raw degraded slut that makes her seem special or better than other women to me. If i was there and the driver of that car there is no way that i would just let her go at the end of that night. Honestly i would want to have her for several days if i could. I would want to whisk her away to have her all for myself for a few days if i could. I would want to recount every detail of that evening with her. I would want to ask her a million questions about every detail and savor every nuance. I would want to probe her every thought and feeling.. and relive it for my own selfish perverted pleasure. But, that would not be my only motivation by now. I would also simultaneously be motivated by a deep underlying but sincere appreciation for her. I would want to take her away to my very nice hotel suite- look at and inspect her slutty flesh in better light and document türkçe bahis with photography the aftermath of the evening... in all its sloppy messy glory. I imagine her just standing there in the room... totally nude. Me still fully clothed. I see her as so raw, so vulnerable, so exposed... no secrets left, no pride left. More object than human. Reduced. Reduced to the most raw and base truth possible. And... simultaneously somehow... purified. The finished product of the refiners fire...which she voluntarily undertook.I would then want to bathe her. Without talking i would lead her to the shower. There i would tenderly wash and clean her entire whore body. A long slow intimate shower that requires no words. We are way beyond words now. Every millimeter of her body i attend to. I bath and traverse her flesh with my hands as if they are extensions of my heart. This is a language now. I want her to feel in my touch and in my attention what i dare not say to her in words. I bathe her as long as it takes... to see her come to herself... and blossom again. i smell and taste her hair, i kiss her beautiful neck... i hold, shelter and protect her in my space... i kiss her. i kiss her with my whole soul.. until i feel her reborn... until i feel her drop her guard and know that she is truly.... safe. I feel so grateful for her. I feel appreciation for her. I feel her value. I feel her worth. I feel her beauty. I feel her uniqueness. I am in this time... in this new universe... very much... in love with her. I feel within me a desire to confirm that message about herself within her. Yes, she is to me a degraded object, a fuckmeat- and in my view there is never a reason to sugarcoat, minimize or deny that reality in any way. That would be dishonest and serve no purpose. But now i want her to know and deeply understand and grasp... that it is those very qualities about her that make her better than others. They are what make her special. They are what make her unique. She is nowhere near typical. She is far from average. She is in fact in a class all her own. It is those qualities about her... that make her valuable and treasured... and she deserves to know that. And not just know it intellectually but feel it in her heart and soul in that way women are so good at and know instinctively. I revel in her glory. I revel in her role and contribution to the universe. Life is better because of her. I am because of her. I am so very... proud of her. She pleases me- and that makes me want to provide for her all other good things. These are realities and truths that she MUST know and grasp before i let her continue on her way in life. This is the purpose of my love making to her now. I make love to her in every way she needs. I fulfill her in all ways short of inserting my cock into her vagina. I avoid that for now. I taste her. I drink her scent in... and provide her every release she needs. Only then... when i can tell she is satisfied herself physically and her concern turns to me... then it is my time. It is time to think of me. I then, like the a****l i am, see myself silently moving her from the bed to the floor. i turn her over and like the b**sts and a****ls you see in National Geographic documentaries... i mount her from behind in that way that flattens her out on her belly. and pins her tiny body to the floor beneath me. Its that position you see in nature movies where the lion has superior position over the female beneath him. My cock having been so very patient for so long güvenilir bahis siteleri is more than ready to go now. It throbs with a pulse, mind and will of its own. I can feel it call to the b**st within as the more civilized parts of my cerebral cortex recede to make room for something much more primal and dark emerging. This part of me is less rational, less refined.. but somehow also more pure and more honest. In this position the female human can often lift her ass up by rotating her hips forward to receive vaginal penetration from the phallus of the male. However, I position myself such that my greater strength and weight easily prevent her hip rotation. This leaves her anal canal easy prey for my hard cock... if i so chose. And I do so chose. I chose that a very long time ago actually and now my cock seeks to claim this fulfillment. My cock already partially lubed by a previous handful of the sluts cunt juices parts her slutty asshole on first attempt. After guiding its girthy head in i remove my hand and wrap my arm around her throat. She is completely and totally.... under my control. From this very experienced position i can continue to insert my cock the remaining way into her ass while having both arms free and my mouth pressed close against her ear. I want to speak into her ear words and sounds that touch her soul while my rock-penis slowly continues to invade her anal canal. In these moments i whisper in her ear words she has made herself worthy to hear and are just for her. These are words i want her to remember forever. These are words i want to be part of her soul. This is language that i know she will understand. My cock finds its full penetration semi-easily. Easy for me at least. I cannot say the same for her. I just hold it there... pinning her to the floor. This tiny little fuckmeat slut impaled between me and the planet by my thick eager selfish cock deep up her asshole. I feel so... at home. And i am grateful to her for this. I do not want to distract from my verbal messages with violent pelvic thrusting so i just press into her maintaining full penetration.... engaging in more subtle movements only. I feel in love with her. I feel she feels appreciated. I feel it is our love we are in now. It is imperative to me that she feel she is loved. I want her to feel that truth in her soul. I want her to know it with more than just her mind. Language that previously felt degrading now has new meaning. I talk to her until it is clear she can read between the lines and feel my love and appreciation for her. Only after i am convinced that message has reached her sould and she knows and feels it clearly how highly she is esteemed do i give her my last and final request.... "Now i want you to suck off my cock with your asshole- so i can give to you all of my sperm." As consistently as always she obeys and with subtle clinches of her cute butt cheeks and eager pelvic wiggles her hot asshole sucks and milks my fat cock. Like a warms sucker-fish she sucks my big dick with her obedient asshole selflessly and with eagerness. I am so grateful to her. As i feel my climax arriving i tell her how very proud i am of her... and what an excellent slut she is. I then ejaculate ALL my CUM deep into her fuckmeat asshole. I stay there... in complete bliss a my cock finishes its last automated pulses. I think of the large pool of sperm that is in her ass now. I like to think that it will somehow become part of her and in that way always have part of me with her. Such a very good girl you are dear. I am so proud of you.Why do i write stuff like this? all of this from that simple little clip. I don't understand myself but this i do know... the mind is a powerful thing- and our most powerful sex organ for sure.

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admin Admin Üyelik tarihi: 25 Şubat 2015 Mesajlar: 23.126	MrLunos Commentary: Video- 001 rklm buraya MrLunos Commentary: Video- 001"MrLuno's Commentary" is my way of speaking as freely and authentically on topics that move me... like it or not. These writing are not written for an audience but are my own pondering and journal investigations that i am willing to share. Comments and feedback welcome.Exhibitionists Stroking Strangers on the StreetI love this quirky vid because it is so real, raw, authentic, non-premeditated, primal and... degrading. I have watched this clip many times. My attention and focus of these comments concern the slut in the front seat. I like how she is totally nude and not just exposing herself out of partial concealment like the slut in the backseat is. She is to my eyes... very vulnerable.... and i can feel my primal instincts rise up within me wanting to seize and capitalize on such vulnerability. Notice how when the first male she jerks off is about to cum... she withdraws and pulls away as if to avoid contact with his bodily fluids. She gives the impression with her body language that she just wanted to stroke him but not get "messy". It might have been her plan to avoid contact with bodily fluids all evening or it might be that her withdrawal was just a mirroring his behavior seeing as he was first to move her hand out of the way as a signal to her that he is about to ejaculate. It is difficult to say for sure which was her true motivation. However, the second male is much more bold than the first. He reaches in the car and fondles her tiny tits. He reaches in the car and fingers her nude pussy. He even licks his fingers and returns them to her nude cunt. Subtle indicators create the sense that questions regarding her personal boundaries flash though her mind. So many feelings and information to process all at the same time... not to mention subconscious pressure from unspoken expectations and typical female insecurities. Mixed with all that is the cold realization that there is nothing she can really do to prevent violation of her personal boundaries now... its just too late for that. Then... unlike the first male he leans in and ejaculates his horny wet cum load all over her in a flurry of messy spews intentionally flung at her. I sense her mixed feelings and confusion in these brief subtle seconds. Too many thoughts and feelings to process rationally. She has entered a realm that she is no longer in control of.Then... from the corner of the window an unannounced cummer ejaculates another surprise horny load onto her.For me my favorite and most delicious moment of this clip is at 04:02. Notice the body language and messaging conveyed in this revealing moment... in the way this quick cummer so casually and so objectifyingly scoops up what cum he can from his still pulsing cock for the sole purpose of flinging it from his hand onto her nude flesh- and in such a dismissive and dehumanizing way. It is clear that this is not just an u*******s body movement. His gesture is a message he is sending to her and wants her to hear in her soul in his last dismissive moment of their encounter. It is his way of having the last word- and he succeeds. It is a way, in his post orgasmic bliss, to take a brief, subtle psychological shit so to speak on her now very vulnerable soul. He is telling her in that action what she really is.. and what he really thinks of her. I sense that she does in fact get the message. She can feel it. Even with so little of her actually appearing in the frame look at the body language of her hand. I imagine her looking around güvenilir bahis briefly for some sort of validation. A nervous look down and her cum splattered nude and vulnerable body, a slight smile on her face partly from the eroticized attention and partly as a defense mechanism to mask the shaming that she has just endured. Its a very brief and fleeting moment but very rich with content. To me it sums up the entire sordid clip.I wish i knew more back story and context surrounding this sleazy adventure and its female characters. I see no indicator of an exchange of money for services in this brief clip and for me that is a good thing. To me the exchange of money for sex is a real buzz-kill. Maybe its because it makes things too much like normal life- im not fully sure. An exception might be if I Owned a slave and whored her out for some pathetic amount of money say... a nickle for a fuck. That would be different because then its no longer about the money at all but is just another tool of objectification and psychological manipulation. In that context i would enjoy it. But, if its a simple financial exchange for more utilitarian needs that is a real bore to me and ruins any real value to the encounter. But, that is an entirely different topic... i digress.I prefer to imagine these sluts engaging in their filthy escapade to satisfy their own lusts or their need for attention or to please and win favor of the males that are escorting them around on their degrading sojourn. I suspect its more the latter than anything else. If i am honest with myself i have to admit i like this clip because it is so degrading, so shameful and so humiliating. I like that... and it is so very deliciously intoxicating and addictive. The psychological realities of what is really going on here are intense. But, part of me wonders why i like that sort of dynamic so much. I question how normal that is or if there is something just not right about me for liking it so much for those reasons. I find it impossible to gauge with any confidence how much these elements are really in the video clip itself and how much is just my reading into it. Whatever the answer to all that is i know i love it a lot. It sets off so many base primal urges and makes my head reel.I like imagining what i would do if i was there at that scene. Lets say i was the driver. This woman in the front seat if i saw her under normal or typical circumstances would barely register with me. I might not even notice her. She is not even the sort of body type that i prefer or gravitate towards visually. However, there is something about the fact that she is willing to be such a fucking raw degraded slut that makes her seem special or better than other women to me. If i was there and the driver of that car there is no way that i would just let her go at the end of that night. Honestly i would want to have her for several days if i could. I would want to whisk her away to have her all for myself for a few days if i could. I would want to recount every detail of that evening with her. I would want to ask her a million questions about every detail and savor every nuance. I would want to probe her every thought and feeling.. and relive it for my own selfish perverted pleasure. But, that would not be my only motivation by now. I would also simultaneously be motivated by a deep underlying but sincere appreciation for her. I would want to take her away to my very nice hotel suite- look at and inspect her slutty flesh in better light and document türkçe bahis with photography the aftermath of the evening... in all its sloppy messy glory. I imagine her just standing there in the room... totally nude. Me still fully clothed. I see her as so raw, so vulnerable, so exposed... no secrets left, no pride left. More object than human. Reduced. Reduced to the most raw and base truth possible. And... simultaneously somehow... purified. The finished product of the refiners fire...which she voluntarily undertook.I would then want to bathe her. Without talking i would lead her to the shower. There i would tenderly wash and clean her entire whore body. A long slow intimate shower that requires no words. We are way beyond words now. Every millimeter of her body i attend to. I bath and traverse her flesh with my hands as if they are extensions of my heart. This is a language now. I want her to feel in my touch and in my attention what i dare not say to her in words. I bathe her as long as it takes... to see her come to herself... and blossom again. i smell and taste her hair, i kiss her beautiful neck... i hold, shelter and protect her in my space... i kiss her. i kiss her with my whole soul.. until i feel her reborn... until i feel her drop her guard and know that she is truly.... safe. I feel so grateful for her. I feel appreciation for her. I feel her value. I feel her worth. I feel her beauty. I feel her uniqueness. I am in this time... in this new universe... very much... in love with her. I feel within me a desire to confirm that message about herself within her. Yes, she is to me a degraded object, a fuckmeat- and in my view there is never a reason to sugarcoat, minimize or deny that reality in any way. That would be dishonest and serve no purpose. But now i want her to know and deeply understand and grasp... that it is those very qualities about her that make her better than others. They are what make her special. They are what make her unique. She is nowhere near typical. She is far from average. She is in fact in a class all her own. It is those qualities about her... that make her valuable and treasured... and she deserves to know that. And not just know it intellectually but feel it in her heart and soul in that way women are so good at and know instinctively. I revel in her glory. I revel in her role and contribution to the universe. Life is better because of her. I am because of her. I am so very... proud of her. She pleases me- and that makes me want to provide for her all other good things. These are realities and truths that she MUST know and grasp before i let her continue on her way in life. This is the purpose of my love making to her now. I make love to her in every way she needs. I fulfill her in all ways short of inserting my cock into her vagina. I avoid that for now. I taste her. I drink her scent in... and provide her every release she needs. Only then... when i can tell she is satisfied herself physically and her concern turns to me... then it is my time. It is time to think of me. I then, like the al i am, see myself silently moving her from the bed to the floor. i turn her over and like the bsts and a**ls you see in National Geographic documentaries... i mount her from behind in that way that flattens her out on her belly. and pins her tiny body to the floor beneath me. Its that position you see in nature movies where the lion has superior position over the female beneath him. My cock having been so very patient for so long güvenilir bahis siteleri is more than ready to go now. It throbs with a pulse, mind and will of its own. I can feel it call to the bst within as the more civilized parts of my cerebral cortex recede to make room for something much more primal and dark emerging. This part of me is less rational, less refined.. but somehow also more pure and more honest. In this position the female human can often lift her ass up by rotating her hips forward to receive vaginal penetration from the phallus of the male. However, I position myself such that my greater strength and weight easily prevent her hip rotation. This leaves her anal canal easy prey for my hard cock... if i so chose. And I do so chose. I chose that a very long time ago actually and now my cock seeks to claim this fulfillment. My cock already partially lubed by a previous handful of the sluts cunt juices parts her slutty asshole on first attempt. After guiding its girthy head in i remove my hand and wrap my arm around her throat. She is completely and totally.... under my control. From this very experienced position i can continue to insert my cock the remaining way into her ass while having both arms free and my mouth pressed close against her ear. I want to speak into her ear words and sounds that touch her soul while my rock-penis slowly continues to invade her anal canal. In these moments i whisper in her ear words she has made herself worthy to hear and are just for her. These are words i want her to remember forever. These are words i want to be part of her soul. This is language that i know she will understand. My cock finds its full penetration semi-easily. Easy for me at least. I cannot say the same for her. I just hold it there... pinning her to the floor. This tiny little fuckmeat slut impaled between me and the planet by my thick eager selfish cock deep up her asshole. I feel so... at home. And i am grateful to her for this. I do not want to distract from my verbal messages with violent pelvic thrusting so i just press into her maintaining full penetration.... engaging in more subtle movements only. I feel in love with her. I feel she feels appreciated. I feel it is our love we are in now. It is imperative to me that she feel she is loved. I want her to feel that truth in her soul. I want her to know it with more than just her mind. Language that previously felt degrading now has new meaning. I talk to her until it is clear she can read between the lines and feel my love and appreciation for her. Only after i am convinced that message has reached her sould and she knows and feels it clearly how highly she is esteemed do i give her my last and final request.... "Now i want you to suck off my cock with your asshole- so i can give to you all of my sperm." As consistently as always she obeys and with subtle clinches of her cute butt cheeks and eager pelvic wiggles her hot asshole sucks and milks my fat cock. Like a warms sucker-fish she sucks my big dick with her obedient asshole selflessly and with eagerness. I am so grateful to her. As i feel my climax arriving i tell her how very proud i am of her... and what an excellent slut she is. I then ejaculate ALL my CUM deep into her fuckmeat asshole. I stay there... in complete bliss a my cock finishes its last automated pulses. I think of the large pool of sperm that is in her ass now. I like to think that it will somehow become part of her and in that way always have part of me with her. Such a very good girl you are dear. I am so proud of you.Why do i write stuff like this? all of this from that simple little clip. I don't understand myself but this i do know... the mind is a powerful thing- and our most powerful sex organ for sure.