|
|
the Merkin
blog
the Merkin
blog
by Harry Merkin
- what is new at
autoeros.com -
1
January 2025
Emma in
the Afternoon
“Do you have
a condom?”
“Yes.”
“PUT IT ON.”
“Emma, let me put a
finger inside you to
check the size of the
opening.”
“That’s okay, I do
that all the time.”
One finger, then two
fingers, then I try
three fingers, gently
stretching her so I
don’t hurt her when
entering
“You’re barely a
virgin. This won’t be
difficult.”
I kneel between her
legs, bring the tip of
my erection to her
opening, and plunge
in.
Emma looks startled,
then laughs.
“Why did I dread this
for so long?”
(read more)
14
January 2024
Change
Is Possible
Options
for Incels
The
celibacy of so called Incels baffles me.
Though I am not what Incels call a,
“Chad,” over the years I have found
girls and young women to be approachable
and fun loving.
My first
taste of such delights was in April in
the eighth grade.
I had a
friend who also liked assembling model
cars and airplanes. We often got
together on Saturdays. One weekend, we
were talking and gluing the plastic
parts while seated on their backyard
picnic table. Neither of us liked the
smell of the glue so we used it
outdoors.
His sister
who was almost two years older than us
came out asking if we wanted something
to eat. We were teen boys, so of course
we wanted something to eat. She came
back out with a tray. She slathered at
least a ¼ inch of mayonnaise on slices
of white bread, placed a slice of cheese
and a slice of mystery meat on each
super-lubricated piece of bread and
produced a sort of sandwich unknown to
me. I was used to egg salad sandwiches,
chicken salad sandwiches and peanut
butter and jelly sandwiches. Her fare
was an abomination.
I had,
however, been taught to be polite. I
thanked her profusely. She was beaming
as though praise was seldom heard in her
home.
The
following Saturday, my friend was not
home. His sister said he would be back
at any moment. We talked for a while
then she said she wanted to walk around
the block. Halfway through our
circumambulation she took my hand and we
resumed walking holding hands. She
kissed me on the cheek on our return.
She asked if I was planning on returning
in one week. I said yes.
Their
mother, a chain-smoking large woman,
would spend hours watching television,
simultaneously talking on the telephone.
I never saw her leave her upholstered
chair. Her immobility worked to our
advantage. My friend’s sister and I
could spend time in a spare room and not
be disturbed.
We learned
to become good kissers. She showed me
how to remove her brassier. We explored
each other, allowing our mutual lust to
blossom. On one of our early get
togethers I helped her remove the terry
cloth romper suit she was wearing. That
day, I thought it couldn’t possibly get
any better. It did. Boy, did it.
Later that
spring, my parents bought a house still
under construction near the leading edge
of the advancing sprawl of the large
city. We moved at the end of the summer.
We were
technically virgins when we parted. We
had tasted adult delights and satisfied
our lusts to the degree permissible to
teens of our social class at that time.
So, Incels,
how hard was that?
I was kind
to my friend’s older sister. She
rewarded me ten-thousand-fold.
(first
published here.)
21
October 2023
"She
was frothing
at the gash."
To kiss, then
touch, and
hear her
breathing
quicken, with
girlish
giggles and
sounds of pure
delight.
Then to
unclasp her
bra, set free
her breasts
with nimble
fingers, then
sucking the
slopes,
finally
reaching stiff
little
nipples, while
feeling her
panty, the
fabric moist
where it
counts.
Progressing to
her belly,
barely
touching with
fingertips,
then kissing,
sometimes just
tonguing.
Then parting
her legs,
kissing her
thighs,
especially her
inner thighs
for long
minutes,
sometimes
barely
brushing my
hand over her
mound applying
almost no
pressure,
because she
likes it that
way.
Now to perform
a very slow
depantification.
Turning down
the waistband
incrementally,
by minutes of
degrees,
kissing and
re-kissing
what I’ve
exposed.
Then revealing
curling
reddish hair,
caressing and
twirling the
strands and
infrequently
reaching under
the material
to finger the
groove and
folds, then
the nubbin,
while she
shudders, then
moans, “go
slower.”
I mount her,
sliding my
erection under
the material,
tight against
her skin, then
deeper, on top
of the slit,
within the
slit, in and
out, in and
out, until she
screams and
bucks me off.
She tears off
her panty, I
place the
small cushion
under her butt
and tease her
with my
tongue.
“Fuck me. Fuck
me now.”
You said, “Go
slower.”
…
14
September 2021
Some of you want more details about, She
Is Barely Married, an illicit story. Here you
go:
First of all, it
has been my experience that
only one third (plus or
minus) of women can
experience a vaginal orgasm.
At first, it often takes
much longer than a clitoral
orgasm. In other words,
don’t try this during a
furtive fuck in the attic or
basement while her parents
are elsewhere in the house.
How long could it take? The
longest for one of my
girlfriends has been 45
minutes. She stayed
lubricated. She really liked
the climax. Anyway, who
fucks with a stopwatch?
Trust me, time flies when
you are having fun.
Here is the key
fact: there is potential for
a vaginal orgasm IF she
stays aroused and lubricated
for many minutes of
intercourse WITHOUT direct,
external clitoral
stimulation. Stop if she is
not lubricated. Work on her
clit if you want to be with
her for more than this one
time.
One of these days
I’ll write about the girl I
met at the apartment pool.
She came up to my place and
we kept talking while I
removed my Speedo and rinsed
it in the lavatory. She was
nonchalant about my nudity.
I took that as a good sign.
11
September 2021
She Is
Barely Married, an illicit
story, is available. (read
more)
6
May 2021
Long-suffering Melinda Gates filed for
divorce. Is this why?
Bill Gates, he
can’t muster much keenness
For pounding
his wife’s Mount of Venus.
She's so
seldom orgasm-ly loft;
Microscopic
and soft
Is the usual
state of Bill's penis.
original limerick by the
one they call Desanex
11
October 2020
Shere
Hite died
a month ago at
age 77.
04
October 2020
More
Lust in the
Time of the
Corona. My newest
story, How
Our Love Began,
is
now available.
(read more)
21
March 2020
Lust
in the Time of
Corona (with
apologies to
Gabriel García
Márquez):
Russian bodybuilder and fitness model Yulia Ushakova Models Medical Masks
Imagine
unmasking her!
14
February 2020
My
Valentine's
Day story, I
Want To Do
More, is
now available.
(read more)
12
February 2020
Here
is a foretaste
of my
Valentine's
Day story, I
Want To Do
More:
We
kissed on our
second date.
The first kiss
was not
premeditated.
Our eyes met
during a lull
in our
conversation.
Smiles, more
shy than
sensuous,
filled our
faces and we
moved closer.
Our smiles
grew and our
lips moved
closer. Just
when our
smiles could
not get any
bigger, our
lips met, but
only for an
instant. We
had been
unprepared for
the intensity
of that first
kiss. We
kissed again.
And yet again.
These were simply
kisses. Not a kiss as a
preliminary nor a kiss as
prelude. Those came soon.
The kiss as
prelude is the mark of
lovers.
It starts with a
glance that leads to a kiss.
The kiss becomes a prelude
to more kisses. Those kisses
become a prelude to
foreplay. Foreplay is a
prelude to splaying legs and
spilling semen. With time,
kisses become a prelude to
promises that lead to a
commitment that leads to
permanence. Kisses bind us.
2
February 2020
Happy
Groundhog Day.
Harry finally
came out of
his writing
cave and saw
his shadow.
His latest
creative
project is
political
porn. Check
out these
pages:
a. BLOG: comments,
ephemera,
speculation, etc.
b. How to tell if your news source has an agenda.
c. An Introduction to The Left in 7 Parts.
Our
next
installment of
erotica for
this site is
due Valentines
Day. We hope
it will get
your juices
flowing.
16
January 2020
More
story ideas are
coming in. Some
will end up in
our fetish site.
Thank you for
sharing.
1
January 2020
A
new story, Latter
Day
Dalliance,
is now
available. (read more)
16
December 2019
The next
part of Californicated
is now
available. (read
more)
Part
one of
Californicated
is now
complete. Part
two will
appear during
2020.
30 November 2019
Yet more of
Californicated
is now available. (read
more)
The fifth installment
will be posted in mid
December 2019.
13
November 2019
More
of Californicated
is now
available. (read
more)
The fourth
installment will
be posted in
late November
2019.
31
October 2019
More of Californicated
is now available. (read
more)
The third installment
will be posted 13
November 2019.
17 October 2019
Californicated
is now online. (read
more)
The second installment
will be posted 31
October 2019
10 October 2019
So far, I've
told only a few
Harvard college
classmates and other
friends about this new
venture. Thank you so
much for spreading the
word. Your knowledge
of merkins, and where
they are worn, is impressive.
3
October 2019
Making
Waves
is now online. (read
more)
28
September 2019
Coming soon: Making Waves, a story
of two couples having sex in a hot tub,
and our Halloween-themed, Californicated.
22
September 2019
Could autoeros be applied to
automobiles? Cunningly yes, as in she
being Brand new, a
delicious poem by e. e. cummings.
I am now driven to distraction
by memories of making out (and more)
with girlfriends while in my car. Oh, to
fog up the windows again!
21 September 2019
So, what is autoeros?
It is 'self love' and no less worthy of
'wordship' than autocrator, autocratrix
or autodidact. Essentially,
autoeroticism is autodidactic; one of
the first things we teach ourselves.
20 September 2019
Welcome to the new primary site of the
United States Autoerotic Association. he
following pages have additional content
and links to stimulating short stories:
http://www.autoeros.com/dec.html
http://www.autoeros.com/first.html
http://www.autoeros.com/college.html
http://www.autoeros.com/one.html
http://www.autoeros.com/outdoor.html
http://www.autoeros.com/three.html
|
