I was scrolling through twitter recently and an odd little post popped up talking about a strange Chinese symbol to indicate a man is a cuckold. Apparently wearing a green hat tells other people that your wife is sleeping with other men. Weird. That got me curious about the symbols in other places, if there were any at all. Continue reading
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 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.
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.
As you may have noticed if you’ve read my blog I’ve got a bit of an eclectic taste when it comes to sex. I don’t ever like defining myself as something but if you had to put me on a team I’d be on the bisexual team. I love women and would never give them up for anything (unless we’re playing a game of “your my bitch” in which I’m the bitch) but I also have an affinity for cock. This particular team I’m on really plays well with my latest all consuming interest of the past year or three, being a cuckold. Continue reading
I just discovered what findom was and…wow.
Findom/findomme is short for Financial Domination. I don’t know if there is an official definition of it anywhere online but the gist that I can gather is that men pay women to berate, degrade, humiliate and insult them. They pay for it.
There is something called a tribute that is to be given before the findom goddess will even talk to someone. This tribute is to show you mean business. I believe its something like $50-$100 dollars in a non-cancelable gift such as gift cards or direct deposits. You show the goddess that you mean business and they will talk with you and feel you out. If they think you aren’t a time waster you will receive their wrath. Beyond that I’m not sure how it works but I am utterly fascinated by it. Continue reading