Not the beginning, but the start

I’ve told this story a number of times to different people; the first time I hooked up with a guy in real.  There had been other times where I had talked about it on the phone with someone or was actually half naked with another guy in my bedroom but nothing ever happened from that.  This was the time I had actually went far enough to meet with another guy and have him put his mouth around my cock and have my mouth around his cock.  This is the story of my first time actually enjoying another man’s cock. Continue reading

More than I bargained for

I decided to meet them.  It had been a long, ongoing process of emailing back and forth but after a couple of months I thought it was safe.  In my mind a crazy person wouldn’t hold out that long.  Someone who wanted to harm me or wouldn’t go through this much effort I figured, they would just want to hurry up before they lost their nerve and if I dragged it out this long then the person on the other side would be genuine.

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Cuck

My wife just walked out of the bedroom naked.  I looked over and she walked from the bedroom to the bathroom, her tits bare to the air as she dashed the short few steps from doorway to doorway.  I love looking at her tits like that.  I love seeing her in any kind of nakedness.  I have a desire to go over and and rip the loose fitting sweatpants off of her and grab her pussy.  I’d drop to my knees and start licking her cunt. Continue reading

I want to be a girl

No, not in the sense that I want a sex change or to start going out in women’s clothing and having everyone I know address me as a female name.  As hot as the latter would be in a sexual play type of way its not something I even think about remotely as a desire outside of the bedroom.  That is merely just a bit of my humiliation/feminization fetish wanting to come out and play.  I want to be a girl in the sense that I would love to have been born a female.

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Smut

Is writing smut so bad?  If so, why?  Is it because people can’t handle the idea of someone’s dark and treacherous thoughts?  Is it that they are scared of their own devious side and they don’t like it being pointed out to them when others have the same thoughts?  Maybe merely its thought to be private and don’t think anyone else should be sharing it.  Why shouldn’t celebrate smut for what it is?  A sexual release.  Its no different than what you see on TV or hear in music.  Why does the written form get attacked so much?

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Expensive Indulgence – part 2

I didn’t know her name.  I had never met her before.  The only communication we’ve ever had were a few DMs through twitter and two separate, short phone calls to set everything up.  I only knew what her body was like and in my eyes it was perfect because she was imperfect.  She was incredibly sexy but she had a realness to her body that made everything more believable.  That’s what our fantasies are about; wanting them to be reality.  She didn’t have porn star breasts that were popping out of her bra.  Her ass was healthy and a nice handful.  I never got to see her face until I opened the door and she barged in.  She had the face of a girl who knew she was pretty and knew she could get guys attention with little to no effort.  She knew how to use make-up to enhance certain parts of her face and slut-ify other parts.  There wasn’t a single part of her I was disappointed with.

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Expensive indulgence

It’s late and I just checked in.  I love hotel rooms when you first check in.  They feel so new, as if nobody has slept in them before you.  The rooms are perfect from the bed to the bathroom.  I’ll usually set my suitcase in the corner and fall back on the bed and lay there for a minute when I get in the room but I don’t have a suitcase today.  I’m not going to be much more than 9 or 1oam tomorrow morning.  I may even leave tonight, depending on how things go when she shows up.

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Why do you “like” stuff?

I made a post a couple of hours ago about a part reality part fantasy story about two men engaging in sexual acts and I instantly received a like from someone.  My first reaction?  Yay, someone liked my writing.  Upon further investigation the reaction was subdued significantly although I am still holding out hope that I am wrong.  I visited the blog of the person who liked my homosexual erotica story and his blog is mathematics based.  I skimmed through his article titles and took a look at his about me page and nothing indicated that this was a blog of interests or daily life but mainly math and the like.  So why did he like my post? Continue reading