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.
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?
I thought I would break out a little bit of writing I have stashed away. I haven’t quite been able to figure out how to put this on another page than the blog to indicate its simply fiction but I wanted to get to editing and posting some and I’ll move things around later. Continue reading