I came into today thinking about what I wanted to write about. I started my day 4 hours ago with the intention of getting on here and writing some smut and jerking off to it then going along with my day but I couldn’t decide what I wanted to write about. Not for lack of topics just lack of focus.
I couldn’t narrow in on an idea that I wanted to play with so I just trolled twitter, my alternative-alternative account (opposed to this just being my alternative account. Yes, I have many layers), and found someone to jerk off with to the point of climax. Then after a couple hours of distractions I made my way back here and was still blank on what I wanted to write about, then I figured why not write about something honest: Sex should be fun, not a chore. Continue reading →
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 →
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.
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 →
Its easy to forget about the bigger things in the world. That people have real problems to be depressed about. That their lives are in shambles and the have no seeming hope to look forward to whenever they wake up. When I think about things in my life and how I say to myself that I can’t imagine anything more depressing than being someone so completely average I’m not thinking of people worse off than me. Fuck them. I don’t know them and I don’t care about them because of that. I’m thinking how awful it feels to be a grown man who doesn’t feel like he belongs anywhere. Like his purpose is to just exist to benefit someone else. The life of always being an extra even in your own existence. Continue reading →
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.
**EDIT: After writing this I’ve decided to pre-warn that this is merely just jerk-off fodder. Proceed at your own risk. 🙂
I’m all over the place right now and I can’t quite place my thoughts. The only thing I do know is that I’m really fucking in need of some pussy. I don’t even care what I would be doing with it. I could kiss it, lick it, fuck it. I could be smothered by it. I could be teased by it. I could go for all kinds of dark taboo fantasies. Anything, just give me a hot girl and a lovely pussy and let her loose on me.
When a guy is young he’s introduced to the world of women by only what he knows which is typically TV, movies, magazines, etc. Pop culture. Made up beauties that aren’t real but are flawlessly highlighted and coated over to make them seem immaculate. He then moves to porn, typically, where to doesn’t really get any better. Most of the time its worse. The girls are enhanced in nearly every department. Their acting is terrible and every little tweak and feeling seems like someone is pressing the easy button. It only sustains you for so long before you are desensitized. Then the natural evolution is to the internet. Now the internet is not perfect but it provides a plethora of options for those looking to escape the same “perfect” girls.
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?