Several years ago, a man’s fantasy became reality in a form we have never seen before — The Bukkake Files.

And I realize that I am stealing a line or lines from a television show, but I don’t give a fuck.

The Bukkake Files. . . Why?

Original Post Date: August 29, 2007

I doubt a lot of this blog will be dedicated to the ancient art of Bukkake.  The title of this blog is nothing more than a joke I made up to get a cheap laugh out of my friends one chilly December night.  Don’t get me wrong — I find Bukkake highly entertaining.  Sadly, I’ve never physically participated in such an event.  I can still dream, right? 

Readers will have to forgive me if I start a little slow on here.  I write about many things … never disciplined to stick to one coherent thought.  There a lot of rambling posts on other sites I’ve authored with an erotic aura, but usually they sink into my own shortcomings in relationships.  I want to share some personal experiences on here … as well as fantasies.  There are also some musings that will pop up every once in a while.

For example, Silent Pillow.  I don’t get it.  Could someone explain the meaning to me?  I think I must be too stupid to get it.  Silent Pillows must be a good thing.  If my pillows could talk, they would probably complain about me drinking too much.  The only positive thing they may share with the public would be about the eight months or so I spent with a Thai Beauty Queen.  She was a track star in Bangkok and had a firm body with that smooth, bronze skin.  She had really muscular calves … a real marvel … especially when she wore those knee-high schoolgirl socks.  I can still here her soft moans as I would go down on her.  She was a beguiling woman with an exquisite taste.  I took a lot of pleasure in defiling such a demure sweetheart.  But I digress … There will be a lot of time dedicated to her. 

My first blog post and it’s nothing spectacular.  I only ask for your patience as I try my best with this new blog. 

I thank you for reading.

And I thank you now, after many years, for reading.  The Bukkake Files will live forever.  I hope it is mentioned in my eulogy and engraved on my epitaph.

On second thought, fuck that shit.

Original post by Charles J. Chinwannabutr