LOOK OUT WEEKEND

August 30, 2024

              6:02am

                Friday

It is Friday 6:11am.  I didn't get to bed until 12:00am this morning.  My husband and I was up watching Chicago P.D.  We don't even watch T.V. much but damn those marathons!  I have only skimmed through a few episodes in the past.  Why was the first full one I saw a hella good one with like two cliff hangers?  Holy Shit! I have to go to bed or I'm going to be a zombie in the morning.

I know.

Why not just record them.  

I did.

But for some reason I kept turning that fucker on just to watch ten more minutes.  

Finally I watched all the episodes that I would watch for the night, well morning.

Friday August 30

               6: 05am

I wake up brush my teeth get something to drink and lay back down.  I must get more rest.  I am driving into Brentwood today to meet up with Pup Scooby.  

The drive I believe is about an hour and fifteen minutes.  But it may take a bit longer with traffic.   

I am definitely going to need all the energy for tonight and this weekend.  I have some fun things in store.  Because I never reveal all my surprises, I will keep my mouth shut.  But I will say tonight, I plan on matching Scoob's Pup energy.   

Woof.

I'm in real time.  I Just wanted to record to get it out of my system. Taking my ass back to bed.

9:18AM

Like I mentioned in my post  An Increase, usually five hook ups in a year is a good year for me.  This year has by far been one of my busiest years since my thirties when I was much more active. 

I actually enjoy being domestic, putting on my apron like June Cleaver and making sure my husband has a nice cooked meal no matter how large or small.  And though occasionally it would be nice to get a surprise meal prepared by him, HE IS FORBIDDEN to even think about it. 

I won't go into details to save the embarrassment, just understand. There is no way.

This weekend will definitely challenge me and push me physically, sexually and mentally as I have three men I will be playing with from today to Sunday.

Today, I will be meeting up with Scoob as we will be getting into various kinks.  Saturday morning till ??? I have a new guy I met through the Horse Market chat group.  I will be spending most of the time fucking him.  We never discussed any kinks therefore my assumption and plan is for unadulterated vanilla sex for a few hours.  And last but definitely not least I will be playing with Logan.

Logan really wants to explore his kinky side much more. We scratched the surface a few months ago, but I will be taking him much deeper this time.  My plan is to get him out of himself.  He is great in bed and can take a good pounding but like he mentioned himself, he is sometimes self conscious about his body, the sounds he makes when he is getting into it, and all this manifest in him holding back to a certain degree.  My mission is to break him out of that no matter how it must be done.  He will be mine.

Totally.

But I know it will take time.  

We have all Saturday night and Sunday morning so,

fuck it!

I understand that this is going to stretch the living piss out of me especially taking that my sexual / kink activity level is more used to a sporadic interval.  But I definitely welcome that challenge.

NO RESPONSE

 August 26, 2024

              Monday

I receive a message on Telegram.  It is from a person that has seen me in one of the chat rooms I chat in.  

"Hey Daddy."

"Hi there."

He asks my location and says that he will be in my area this Friday.  

"Fuck, I'm going to be out of town this weekend."

"I will be here for the week."

I ask him about his kink interests and share some of mine.  He shows me a picture of his ass.  It's a nice looking ass.  According to his skin tone it is safe to assume he is White.  According to his pictures he has a very nice body.  He is in great shape.  But I have yet to see what his face looks like.

"Do you mind if I see a face pic?" I ask.

He knows what I look like because I currently have a face pic on my profile.  But I send him two head shots anyway.

No response.

Up until then he has been very prompt in responding. 

I know he's been online at least twice since my last message. 

After checking a few hours later, I decide to delete the pictures I sent him. I still haven't heard back from him.  

I know.  

It has only been a few hours but my theory is anyone so eager to respond to messages and then goes silent after being asked for a picture is not serious, have something to hide, or wants to eat you. And not in a good way.

I was going to delete the conversation altogether  but decided to leave it for a few days.  That is my benefit of the doubt.  Other than that, I'm good either way.

FACT # 30 THE THIN LINE BETWEEN ART AND PORN

 FACT #30 

The line between art and porn has always been a thin one (not to mention controversial as well.)  I have resolved to express myself whether those lines have been crossed or not because I am an adult.  And if my expression is adult material; That makes my actions synonymous to what I am.  An adult.

Sincerely,

A Grown Ass Man

Express yourself

FACT# 29 SIR

 LINK : FACT

SIR

Before it was a fetish 

It was just what I used 

Out of respect.

Want to freak a sub out?

Call him Sir.

For me It has less to do 

With Dominance and submission.

What It comes down to 

Is respect.

As much as I get hard 

When being called "Daddy"

It is "Sir" that hits way different.

Yes. “Sir”can be a form of fetish. 

But before that, 

It’s common respect.

“SIR” is a whole other level of respect.

And yes, there is a difference between 

Sir, and SIR.

So much to say

So little space.

FACT # 28

FACT : 28

The greatest sex organ is the mind.  If one isn't allowed inside one's head, getting in one's pants is fruitless for me. 

Usually. 

I stress that because hot primitive sex has its place for me, sometimes as well.

There are "not so good" experiences, "alright" experiences and "outstanding."  The experiences where both parties have taken the time to find out those hot buttons is what makes the chemistry fire for me.

Not saying a hot hook up can't happen.  But taking time to discover how to drive your partner crazy: Priceless.

PISS

 

LETTER TO LIKE THE WAY IT FEELS

I have written many letters in the past. 

Some of those letters were public in which you responded.

I believe you enjoyed our public exchanges 

Just as much as you did the private ones.

Well this one will definitely be harder to find.

But if by chance you do find this letter

I hope you respond to it like 

You have done in the past.

The very first time we met

You answered my ad to model nude.

You never posed nude for a photographer before.

You were very cool calm and easy to work with. 

It almost came natural for you.

I remember way before you stripped naked

When I first saw you.

You had your blue jeans on and a grey tank top.

Seeing your Latin brown skin

That beautiful smile 

Laced with a touch of that Latino masculinity 

Made not only my heart jump

But the meat between my legs 

Jumped as well

As it began to thicken 

From the erotic thoughts.

Not wanting to creep you out

I remained friendly and made sure

Not to make any advances toward you.

But deep down I was already undressing you

In my mind.

The things I remember most

From that photo shoot

Are the shots on the bed.

I remember how you automatically 

Got hard when I posed you 

With your ass in the air.

The best moment was 

During your break

When you casually sat up

And rested your arms

On your spread legs.

Your cock was still at attention. 

I still have that vision in my mind.

When I asked if you were alright 

With me recording you while stroking 

You had no problems

Even though you never jacked off 

In front of another man before.

I never mentioned this to you until now.

But I noticed how you were intently

Focused on thick bulge

I tried desperately to hide.

I tried to keep it professional 

And for the most part I did.

But the way you paid attention

To my tumescence 

Made it hard for me.

You can take that pun

Exactly the way it was intended.

You so very close.

I just knew I was getting 

The shot I was waiting for.

But you stopped and said

That you better not continue 

Because you were close.

I didn’t want to pressure you.

So I agreed 

To wrap things up

With you. 

The second time we met 

You were much more comfortable.

The second time

You gave me

The money shot.

That night right after you left

I stroked it twice 

Thinking about you.

I Watched you dozens of times. 

And even seven years later 

You still cause a warm

Eruption between my legs 

When I think of you.

The third time we met

You gave me the privilege 

Of feeling your warm mouth.

It didn't last very long

Because I was a bit nervous.

I had been sweaty 

And was quite embarrassed

By the odor as a result.

But you didn’t mind it.

I knew you had a girlfriend.

I knew you said that you were straight 

But slightly curious

When we first chatted.

But I never expected 

That your sexy mouth

Would be so hospitable

To my cock.

Even though 

It was just 

A few seconds of you tasting it

That moment has lasted 

In my dirty mind for years.

Along with the way 

You teased me with 

That beautiful ass of yours.

You’re married now.

Have a beautiful wife.

I may never know what 

It would be like to 

Feel the warmth of your

Beautiful hairy hole. 

But I’m so glad

That every now and then 

We could express 

Our desires 

Even though we may never explore.

Thank you for all the wet 

Erotic conversations over the years.

Tag your it. 😏

TESTING ME WITH DISOBEDIENCE

September 14, 2021

I had a pretty interesting meet up with a guy yesterday.  The guy is bi and has a girlfriend who supports his lifestyle.  We chatted and got to know each other a little bit.  He asked me if I was “clean” and then shared that he was as well.

I really wasn’t offended by the question but I kindly suggested that in the future he would use something like “no stds” instead of “clean.”   I explained how that term can be offensive to anyone dealing with the stigmas that come along with living with HIV or any other infection.  It never became a long conversation.  He was very pleasant and even was grateful for the advice. 

He shared a bit about his background and I shared with him mine.  After talking for awhile,  we decided to get a hotel room for a few hours.  

We got to the hotel.  He got cleaned up and we messed around a bit.  He wanted to explore his submissive side so I obliged.  First thing I did was get him on the bed in his underwear.  I laid behind him and played with his butt a little.  He really enjoyed it.  We really didn't get into too much play as I usually like to know that our meeting wasn't going to be a one time thing.  I had to give him something to anticipate.  As time went on, he asked if he could get out oil to lube up with in which I agreed.  

He asked me to lay on the bed in which I did.

He really wanted to stroke me off and suck my dick.  I let him stroke me for awhile.  I told him "no," to sucking my dick.  I was saving that for later.  

"Please Daddy!"

"No." I said.

He continued to stroke me.  As he was stroking he began to lower his head.  He was just getting ready to go down when I interrupted.  "What did I say?"

"You said 'no'"

"You're not gonna suck it right?"

"No," he said.

"You'd be a bad boy if you sucked it.  Right?"

"I want to though," he whined.

He went down again and licked it.

"No!"

He froze.

He went down again to lick.

"No!"

He froze again.  He went down again for a lick. 

"You're testing me!"

"I didn't suck it! I didn't suck it!"

"I'm gonna have to spank you!"

"I didn't suck it.  I didn't suck it Daddy.  You never said I couldn't lick it."

 I must say he was quite cleaver.  If he didn't walk over the line he sure as hell got close enough to it.  Now I incorporated no licking. 

Now frustrated, his goal was to get me to cum by stroking me off.  He started stroking me a little faster.

"You're gonna make me cum," I said

He continued.

"Stop!" I exclaimed.

He stopped the started back stroking.

"Stop!" I said firmly.

"But it's mine. I don't want you to give it to someone else."

I ordered, "Hands behind your back."

"UM, UM," he said as he kept on.

He deliberately continued to disobey me.

"But it's mine!" he said.

"No it's not." 

"Yes it is. Tell me it's mine Daddy."

"No."

"Tell me it's mine."

This disobedience went on for quite some time. until I finally had enough and ordered him face down on the bed.  My cock was throbbing but there was no way he was getting my load for being bad.  Spanking was not going to do it.  Yelling: No.  The only thing to do to make sure he received his just punishment was to deny him what he wanted most. 

I put my hard cock in his face.  I waved it inches from his mouth and said,"This is how I punish my boys who disobey me.  If you ever want my dick you got to be a good boy. Okay?"

"Yes," he said with his head down.

"Get your clothes on."

He got his clothes on and he thanked me for a good time.  

I have to say, he really pushed the envelope almost to the point of it falling on the floor.

I still am stuck between feeling totally tested and totally flattered that he really wanted my dick.  Maybe a bit of both.  I have video of the parts of our session. I tell you it is something you'd have to see for yourself to believe.  I did make an agreement not to post because he was uncomfortable with it and I will respect that.  As a matter of fact most of the video clips are gone.  Back in 2021 I didn't keep up with back ups as well so there is a lot of material I no longer have.  But I have since decided that I will no longer record unless I have permission to post.  I hate having material that only I can see. It is too much hassle trying to keep up with what's permitted or not.  

I still have his contact info but nothing happened after that one meeting.  If it does there will most definitely be a stricter protocol for that little brat.

AND THEN THE PHONE RANG

September 24, 2023

             Link: boy G

            Link: MR. M

       Sunday 5:12PM

The sex was scorching hot.  I was on top of boy G digging deep into his guts.  I had discovered some key spots to hit that would drive him out of his mind and I was pushing the living fuck out of them. 

"Oh Yes, yes, yes, yes!" he exclaimed as I slammed into him.

"This is your fucking hole."

"It's your hole. You can do whatever you want to it," he continued.

I declared, "This is my fucking hole.  Look at my little hole."

We were getting our rut in deep. 

And then the phone rang.

I stopped dead in my tracks.  Usually I would have turned the phone off or just let it ring but just about four days prior, my father had taken ill so I had to have the phone near me. 

My heart kind of stopped.  I looked at the phone number.  It was area code 206. 

Seattle.  

I knew exactly who it was.  I'll call him MR. M

"Is this Mr. M?"

"Oh my gosh!"

"Mr. M, I totally apologize but can I call you a little later on? Are you doing okay?"

"Oh no!" I replied.

"Oh wow!"

"Can I call you tomorrow is that okay?"

"Okay then I will call you later tonight. What time is good for you?"

"Okay I will give you a call around 8:00pm."

"Okay, take care. Goodbye."

"You sound sad." boy Gabriel said. 

I explained to him why.

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HOLEGASM (PART 3)

September 24, 2023

                    Sunday 

                    2:19 pm

Link: boy G

          ORAL TRAINING

          

 I pulled up boy Gilbert's tank top to discover suction cups on his nipples.

"You know I never played with the suction cups.  Do you just leave them on?"

"Yeah they make my nipples bigger and they're not too painful.....But my nipples can take a lot," he responded.

I didn't have him in the hood for long before I decided to use another form of sensory deprivation for his eyes.

First I got some footage of him with the hood on.

"This is my new boy: Boy Gilbert," I spoke into the camera.

"It is an honor Sir."

"Awesome."

I continued,"He's horny.  He's hungry; I think on both ends."

"Yes Sir!" He responded in his thick accent.

"And I love that fucking accent! Oh my gosh!  So you said you're Lebanese?"

"Yeah, Lebanese from Lebanon."

"Do you speak the language?"

"Yeah I speak Arabic, French, The official language and then English."

Being the pervert that I am; I had him speak something dirty in his language.  We shared a laugh and got back to business.

I took off the hood he was wearing and replaced it with a beanie that I felt was more appropriate.

It was a black beanie that had the word "Hole" written on it. I placed it on his head and pulled it down low enough to cover his eyes so he could not see.

"I appreciate you reading my blog......"

"It's very erotic.  It's Nice.  I didn't have a chance to read everything. The main points were nice," he said.

"Did you read about the ABC training?"

"Mmmm, No."

"No?  Maybe I should introduce you."

"Do you know your ABCs?"

"Like how to say them?"

"Yes, I do Sir!"

"Let me hear you."

He ran through them,"A, B, C, D, E..."

I quickly interrupted.

"Stop! Begin."

Once again he ran through the letters quickly.

"Stop !"

I pointed into his chest giving him a physical prompt.

"Go a little slower."

He slowed the pace.  And that is when I did my thing.

Gilbert is the third person to receive ABC Training from me.  The first was the Cute White Cub.  The second was sub zero; leaving boy G. my third pupil in training. 

It doesn't matter how repetitive or simple the training may seem; Every person has brought a unique energy to the experience.

boy G. brought his unmatched deep throating skills to the table.

"A, B,C, D....."

With little to hardly any effort he recited the full alphabet with every challenge that I threw his way.

Two fingers, three fingers, four fingers.  All five fingers.  

"Q, R, S, T, U ......."

I was down to my knuckles in his mouth.  I took my hand out. 

"W, X, Y, ....."

The last word was not pronounced how Americans would pronounce the letter Z.  It was, well; you can hear for yourself.

boy G loved my gloved hand in his mouth.

"ABCs one more time."

He recited them letter by letter up to O in which I stood up and placed my semi soft dick in his mouth.  Quickly my dick started to harden by the warm temperature of his mouth and the vibration of his deep voice as he gargled out the letters.  I knew with his head skills I could go deep so I grabbed his head and slowly gyrated my hips, giving him deep strokes. 

"Go again."

He repeated from A - Z.

I asked him what he wanted.

"I want to service you Sir."

He went down and up and all the way down.  I laid at the edge of the bed with him on his knees sucking my cock.  I placed my legs on his shoulders and crossed them so there was no getting away. after a few seconds I put them down and let him do his thing .

He did this thing with his tongue that drove me close to the edge.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You got a talented hole."

"Thank you Sir." He slurped never taking his mouth off wetting my dick.

I wrapped my legs around his neck again, this time thrusting my hips, making me fuck his throat.

His gag reflex was phenomenal. I wanted to stay in his mouth but if I did I would have definitely busted. Usually once I come, my body is done. There was no way I was going to bust and not get to test that ass out.

I stood him up and bent him over the bed. Slowly, I attempted to insert myself into him. However, my erection wouldn't stay up for long. It kept going down. 

I soon rectified the issue by commanding him to suck on my fingers. Usually when all else fails, that is the one thing that will get me hard in a heartbeat.

He began to engulf my fingers in his mouth like quicksand. That is when I plowed into him like crazy.  

I fucked him doggy. I fucked him on his back.  I stretched him with beads but nothing was as hot as flat on his belly getting deep into those guts. 

As I was in pumped, I barked out, "This is my fucking pussy!"

"Whose pussy is this?"

"I'ts your pussy Sir."

"Whose pussy!"

"It's your pussy Sir."

"C'mon tell me, whose pussy this is!"

"This is your pussy. Own it!"

"It's your fucking pussy..." he continued.

We fucked for quite some time. We had both shot for fucking for as long as bodies would allow us.  But my phone thwarted that plan.

I felt it was appropriate to add the videos and pic to add to the writing. I will most likely leave them up for the month the rest of this month and some of September in which I will occasionally migrate them to Video of The Day / Pic of The Day.

ON STANDBY

Sept 20, 2023

The day after we got the call that my dad was in the hospital.

 It was the phone call that no son or daughter ever wants to get.  My sister called to tell me that she received a call from my father’s girlfriend saying that my father was in the hospital. She didn't go into any details other than my dad was unresponsive. She called 911 and he was taken to the hospital.  I remember us both running around like crazy trying to get more information.  After two days the doctor gave us an account of how my dad was and what was (and still is) going on with him. 

Needless to say there are some major health issues going on.  Some of those issues we knew about; not by my dad's disclosure but by his then wife that always gave us the tea on my dad.  Often to the point of us saying,"I heard enough, I don't want to hear anymore."

In the past it wouldn't be uncommon for me to turn my phone off or the ringer down to avoid annoying calls from friends that didn't know when to stop calling or spam calls.  

I have come to the realization that I need to have my phone near me especially as both of my parents are becoming more vulnerable and starting to need assistance more as they age. 

The truth is my heart can't help but to skip a beat or two whenever the phone rings now.

It is not the most terrible thing but it is very much there.

FACT 27: SEEING RED

LINK: FACT 

#27

Red is one of my least favorite colors. 

But there is something very fascinating about an atmosphere ambient with red light.

Walk into any bar, club or room with ambient red light, and you know some sh*t is going down.

TODAY'S PICK: FINALLY MET HIS MATCH

 LINK: TODAY'S PICK

Today's pick is FINALLY MET MY MATCH From my blog.

Every so often there is a man that will bring me to my knees and take me to that sweet spot where I have no other choice but to receive what he has to offer down my throat.

URBAN is just the man to take me there and back.  Although I have only had one experience with him, the impact has left an impression that I will be singing praises for a long time. 

WAITING FOR HIS MOUNTING

 LINK: PAIN PIG

Impact play was the main focus, of course besides oral training for Pain Pig. 

There was one unique window left open for him ass up.  

Of course I as a generous host, wasn't going to let him leave without something in his guts to remember me by. 

CAPTURED MOMENTS

 

The one thing I miss about being a photographer is creating moments like this.  When I originally finished the set, I was disappointed about the lighting and many of the out of focus shots.  But the creative process of "saving" what I can created some of my proudest moments.  I do miss all the sexy men I've been fortunate to photograph over the years.  But I love discovering the sexiness in my own self portraits as well.

AN INCREASE

For me, five encounters in a year is a good year for me.  For others, five encounters in one night is a disappointment.  We all have our unique views of what “enough” and “want more” is.  

This year I believe, has been my busiest year. 

Just in this month, I have had four hook ups which again is a plentiful amount for me.  Not that I don't have a high sex drive because I do.  I have a few theories for this account:

1. I am married to a great man.  Even though we don't engage in the sex like we used to, the desire to go out looking for an intimate connection with others just isn't as strong.  I believe in my younger years when I was single, that desire to be with someone I connect with on a physical and psychological basis was what I was searching for and now that I have that; the desire to search for that connection is not a high priority.  

Though Boss and I have an open agreement in our relationship, I don't feel like I need to go out as much.  Although when I do get that feeling, look out!

2. There is a name for everything now days.  But I guess you can say I am somewhat of a demisexual.  One of the reasons I believe I have issues at sex parties and fuck events is because the element of connection is very limited, although I definitely enjoy the environment. 

3. One of the last theories is that I am constantly in some state of eroticism.  If I'm not reading hot sex blogs, I'm writing on mine, masturbating, video chatting with someone, taking sexy selfies and clips or I'm vetting fresh meat.

As of this month however there was a surge of hook ups.  Without a doubt I am sure it has to do with my recent doctor's visit. 

After dipping my buddy in the pool of bootay without his swimming cap, I decided that I should finally look into Prep.  I decided on the 2-1-1 method opposed to the thirty day method.  Yes one must be really on top of their scheduling but I just felt that's more appropriate for me as I don't fuck bare at high levels anyway.

My official piece of ass uncovered:

Nice. Real nice. 

No fumbling to find my condoms and then trying to get myself hard again because I took so long looking for my condoms.

However, the one thing I couldn't help but obsess over is the common reaction to digging deep. 

The guy I was inside  was pristine.  But not everyone has that capacity to take a drilling without  striking oil.  It happened just recently when I had my condom on. Though I don't freak out in situations like such, (we are all human and shit happens, literally) the condom does provide more of a security for me so...

Where I stand:

I am sure I will continue with my condoms but still use that added protection in case I really decide in the middle to go commando. 

I just don't think I will be raw dogging it very much. However there is one gentleman that I may give serious consideration to. 

I'm looking at you LB!

FACT #26

FACT #26

 I still have my locs (2015 - 2021) stored away.

I do plan on finally ridding myself of them. But it will entail a bonfire, and a moment of peace and silence. 

Hey Siri, look up “How to start a bonfire!”

GAGGED AND SPREAD

 

LINK:boy G

CRAZY

Tops that try to hide they enjoy getting their guts rearranged is crazy to me.

Bottoms that shame tops for getting their guts rearranged:

Crazier.

OPEN LETTER TO SCOOB

 It’s coming close to a year since I played with you.  I had a great time last time. That red lace lingerie still gets me hard ever time I watch the video of me fucking you in it.  I look forward to getting you in your new rubber outfit. I especially look forward to seeing pup in his puppy mask. Although it is still some time away, I look forward to bring the doggy out of my boy once again. 

I am not sure how often you visit the blog if any these days.  Yes, I could have easily sent you a message via telegram.  But I wanted to send a special message here to solidify our Daddy Dog / horny pup dynamic. Whether you get this message or not really doesn't matter. At some point if I don't hear back, I will eventually share all that needs to be shared before we meet again.

I understand you have life, work and a wonderful significant other that takes precedence over any get togethers you may have.  But when you have the time, I want you to work on stretching your hole with your toys. And when we meet up I would like for you to bring a few. Small to large. 

Although I have played with toys in the past I have yet to use anything larger than my medium sized toys. I am interested in not only pushing your boundaries but pushing mine as well and seeing how far I will go with using bigger toys on subs.

Last but not least. When we do meet, first thing I want you to do when you get into the room is close the door, strip butt naked, and get on your knees. Do not say one word until I allow. The only thing you need to bring are a few small to large toys, your new rubber outfit, and your puppy hood. Maybe one pair of sexy panties or thong. 

I look forward to seeing you again.

Until then…

POTENTIAL SUB

There have been a few zealous messages from guys wanting me to fuck, dominate or write about our chats on my blog.  I decided that until I actually meet up with these guys; instead of naming them on my blog, I would label them under Potential sub.

So who is the Potential Sub?

Potential sub is not just one person.  He is one person in context to a specific story but there are many potential subs. 

Because many guys get so caught up in the fantasy and persona of Daddy Scruff, it is easy for their enthusiasm to Peter out when they realize that they don't call the shots on the specifics of what is going to happen in play.  

Often prior to us getting together, there are certain assignments I give the potential sub to do.  Whether they do it eagerly, drag their feet, ask a million questions before doing it or just ignore my charge altogether, lets me know exactly what I am working with.

Sometime early 2023

Link: POTENTIAL SUB

The conversation was very interesting:

“I beat off and came in the dry sauna thinking about squatting on your dick.  Sadly I was alone.  I imagined the first time your head pops in my hole.”

“Excellent,” I replied.

“It will be hot.  You plan on fucking me, yes?”

I said, “Maybe.  I’ll never tell.”

Angry face emoji 

“I need to be fucked sir.  Deep and long and sloppy.”

“You know when you sign up to be submissive, the Dom chooses what play will be Right?……I’m sorry I didn’t hear you! lol”

“Ugh.  But my hole needs your dick Sir. Please.  My pussy is so tight.”

“You said the magic word.  You know what that is?” I messaged.

“Please? Sir? Pussy? Tight? I’ll monogram it on your Hanes.  What’s the magic word for you to pound me?  Plus I’ll let you spank me and leave a massive hand print on each muscle cheek.”

Well first thing is first.  We have to set up a date for us to get together for a few hours.” I responded.  

“Will that include me milking your dick with my ass? He asks hopefully.”

No response was given.

“I’ll take that as a maybe.”

I responded, “You will have a great time but that is only if you open your mind to whatever is in store for you.  I never promise that I will fuck someone.  I will say that we both made a list of our likes and boundaries.  There will definitely be play from that list.  What the play will be is for me to determine. Fucking may happen.  It may not.  The goal is to get you in the most obedient subspace possible.”

“Fine.  But know I’m super obedient when a cock is stretching my hole.  And I’m super attracted to you Mark.  So I want/need to spread my legs for you. And know I’ll beg.  I’ll beg hard.  And that’s the last thing I’ll say about it.  You’re in charge.”

“Good boy!”

“Thank you sir.  Please fuck me……

I’m obedient. But stubborn.”

End of chat until next time.

 There is a big difference between being submissive and really wanting to be fucked by me.  Although both are equally flattering, Your obedience is what I’m after.  We went back and forth chatting. The main topic being why you felt the need to be fucked.  Hopefully soon we will have our day together, but not under any negotiation that I penetrate you, or any other activity for that matter.  I want your obedience and that comes from gaining your trust.

That trust will bring sheer satisfaction knowing that regardless of being fucked or not the sensory overload will be more than sufficient.  It is then that you won’t need to be fucked but you will most likely get it because you allowed yourself to be free from the idea that it is a necessity for a good time.

By the way.

Pussy.

The magic word is pussy.

Don’t try to take advantage of the opportunity to use it to get what you want.  I will see right through those efforts.

Until our next chat.

Good night.

Spoiler alert. We never hooked up.

LOCKED OUT FOR NOW

August 8, 2024

         Thursday 

Since I bought my new computer and replaced my old ipad due to low battery performance, I've been locked out of a few of my social media platforms. 

Blue Sky: forgot which email I used. None of them are working. There must be an email I forgot I created. Hmm🤔

Skype: no clue what so ever.

I had some interesting conversations that were relevant to some of my posts. 

Oh well, I guess I have to rely on the old memory! 

Eeeeeeek! 🫣

HE LOVES BLACK D*CK

I Received a message on my recon account from a handsome White guy.  He was a rugged bearish type.

He sent a message wishing we were closer.

I replied back returning the sentiment.

Interested in learning more about this guy; I went to his profile.

He had three or four galleries of pics from the internet that depicted things he was into.

One gallery had different types of play.  Another was one that featured Black men dominating twink white boys.  Humiliation of these white guys was key in the themes along with the whole Black Alpha concept for the interracial gallery.

One of the galleries featured rednecks.

I went back to my messages to find a new message from this guy.

“I love Black dick.” He responded.

I replied, “For me, that is not the compliment that it may seem.  I would have preferred you notice another characteristic instead.”

I looked at another message that I received from someone else. 

When I went back to see if he responded to our conversation, I couldn’t f find the messages. Obviously he must have blocked me.

I am becoming more in tune to knowing those who don’t like us.

1.  Profiles that appear to have Black men as the “superiors” to white men. Although it may appear to be an ideal of admiration, often it is a fetishization. And we are often the target of the  “entertain me with this” charge so many White “submissives” impose. ( Not to say that every situation is like this. There are always exceptions to a rule.)

2. Rednecks that have lots of symbols of what they consider “patriotic.” especially pictures of cowboys with the confederate flag subtly in view.

3. Terms such as I love Black dick.

This term for ME is problematic because in my view, it reduces the Black experience down to a piece of dick. It allows the author not to recognize the person but the body part.

There is a vast difference between “I’m usually attracted more to Black guys,” and “I love black dick.” 

4. When the messenger responds to the recipient’s correction by blocking instead of opening up opportunities for a conversation it speaks volumes of who they are.

So. Tell me you want to play the race game without telling me you want to play the race game. 🤡

HIGHER PRODUCTIVITY

 If you visit my blog, you will notice a flurry of activity in the next few days.  It may be a few days.  It may be a few weeks.  I'm not sure.  It all depends.

 

I've been mentioning for a while that I have so many back posts in my queue and yet I still have so much currently going on that I often feel somewhat overwhelmed by the issue. 

Within the next few days maybe even weeks,there may be a much higher volume of activity on my blog than usual.

 

Normally I would wait two to four days to post.  Sometimes I would wait longer just so that certain posts that may resonate with a viewer wouldn't run the risk of being overlooked or lost in the billow of  other posts.

 

But I realize that I will never share it all in the time that I would like if I continued at the pace that I am posting now.  Also certain topics lose it's relevance as time goes by.  

I've usually been somewhat retrospective in my writing, whether it was two weeks ago, two months ago or thirty years ago.  That is something I am sure is not going to change.  But one of the things I am working on, is sharing my experiences and dealing with issues more in real time so that I don't have so much backlog of things I want to post.

 

The last three weeks or so have been quite active for me in my personal life as well as my sex life. Most of it is very good.  A few bumps here and there but mostly pretty smooth.  There is just so much to unpack however.

I would suggest for the next few weeks to keep up, one can always go back and look through the posts to stay up on things. 

 

I love writing.  I love sharing my stories, my pictures and my videos. 

I always wanted my writing to be the main focus of my blog but I also love sharing images and clips of some of the stories I write about, hence the reason for the Image / Video of the day.

During this time I will be adding additional images and clips on and off.

 

I hope you enjoy.  

 

I appreciate all who have given me excellent feedback on my blog and I look forward to continuing with this journey.

THE TEMPLE

 His Legs spread

Face down

Prone on the floor

Mustering up the strength 

To crawl into bed

Jekyll 

Dampens and wrings out 

The wash cloth

To offer the dripping orifice 

Hyde 

throws the cloth in his face

"Clean your own cunt!"

The battle rages 

Of who dwells In the temple 

That used to be me

Both choose to reign