Going Deeper (Inside Strange Men)

WARNING: This is a race play role play session. That's his own hand, gripping the belt around his neck. This is a metaphor.  I have considered adding footnotes to this story, because there's some research in the writing... but I'll spare you.  I'm all about consent. Don't scroll down, if you don't want to read that kind of thing. Close the window.  I had SO much fun with Jimmy.  Jimmy is the beautiful, sensitive Black submissive who introduced me to race play. There's a lot of race play in this evening's events. I'm going to write Jimmy's part of the night out as a whole thing of its own, and if I get the chance, I'll write out the remaining hours, which were glorious in their own right, but Jimmy... Jimmy is special.  Rather than relate this evening in the usual narrative monologue, I'm going to start with a redacted narrative that I wrote as a fantasy role play scenario. The kind of Mary-Sue story where it's obvious THIS is my chara...

This is one of those nights that feels like two nights. So, here's the second half. Oh - and a note to the previous entry. Once we finished up, there was just a little blood. What I think of as safe blood. Guys who do fisting, or even rough fucking, know about blood. I've jerked off more than once to the videos that Ryan Sullivan made for Treasure Island, clipping together the stuff they had to cut because of rules about content. I've jerked off to bits of video that slipped through - like one time Lito Cruz fucks this boy... and SOME of the cuts, have the bloody hole.  Ah... Marten.  I thought there was another post with Marten in it, but I'm not finding it. He's this beautiful muscular dude that Husband and I met for a threesome several years ago, and I've gotten to play with a couple of times since. He's into a lot of the same kinky stuff that I'm into, but he's traveled and fucked his way around even more than I have. He has a handsome face and a...

This is the story of what happened Tuesday. This is a record that is often incomplete- and frequently deliberately vague in certain circumstances. Also, by the way, just FYI I sometimes cuss at my dictation software. It pisses me off and the language helps. But if you see something like "you damned machine," it's because I've had to respell the same word three times because it keeps picking up something that seems like something most people would say as opposed to something that I end up wanting to say. It keeps hearing things like "a million" when I've clearly said "Vermilion." It's a pigment made from mercury. I haven't made my own but I have friends who have. I have made several pigments of my own in addition to doing a lot of dying of silk using chemical dyes. I've written articles. There's a different blog. But I had a terrible emotional crash that ended up resulting in basically a mild psychotic break in 2013, that part of...

This... wow. Umm.  It started, with watching Puppy Davey's glowing throat-fuck videos. If you haven't seen them, you can see just a snippet here  on his X account. I got kind of fascinated. I looked to see if I could find any commercial options - there's one called " Glowjob ," which I really thought hard about titling this post after - but I didn't use their product, and I don't want to use their marketing term.  As I so often do, I got the idea stuck in my brain. There's got to be a way. There's got to be a way *I can do.* I started looking at various products - I really wanted to be sure I was using something safe to have in your mouth, and in your throat, even if it's not intended for that purpose. So about 99% of the paints and colors are ruled out - it's got to be listed as being at least "safe for use in eye shadow," which is a higher standard than "Ok for skin use" - but ideally, something safe for food would be ...

I picked the title for this one because, FUCK, I had more than I probably should have. It was like a Thanksgiving feast of orgasms. I don't even KNOW how many times I ejaculated. I'm serious. Sometimes it gets hard to count between "Ok, are we going to call that a minute-long orgasm with one major and one minor squirty writhing peak, or do we count that as two?" So often, if somebody's milking my prostate while working my cock, you'll get multiple rolling peaks, between the ones that squirt and the ones that ooze. It's like one of those Churrascaria-style Brazilian restaurants where they keep coming up and saying sweet things like "More leg of lamb?" and I just have to have another bite, because you know he brought it back JUST for me. Plus, I get to eye-fuck him as he walks away in those cute pants, and I can smell him as he leans in to cut the sliver of delicious baby sheep. Anyway. I'm not even trying at this point. I have the good side, o...