ONCE THE WALL TUMBLES

Not much experience under one’s belt 

But know exactly what you want

I saw the tumescence 

Thump In your pants

Unsure if to make the first move 

You waited

May I 

I asked 

I caught every word 

How it was expressed

I chuckled silently 

During the power struggle 

In your head

Unwilling to back down 

Unwilling to let go

Eager to show 

At the end of the day 

You call the shots

I needed not to contend 

I had you at first contact

Whether you gave them 

Or I took them 

They are mine now

The underwear 

That once graced 

Your hairy thighs

Now belong to me 

To do as I wish 

With them

And just like those underwear 

Once the wall tumbles

Those hairy thighs 

Those hairy thighs 

Those hairy thighs 

Will be mine

I won’t hold my breath

YOU WILL SEE IT EVENTUALLY

Slapping your face with

Long strokes inside you

Until I see you

Trembling with satisfaction 

BUDDY HOLLY

January 17, 2026

             Saturday

I decided to go to the place with the fuck van.  I usually have not so good luck there, but the last few times have been an exception.

I get there and I decide to get the king sized room with a shower.  Even though I don't expect much from this place I decide to get the room anyway.  I put my stuff away and head for the area where all the action is.

 

I cruise around but not much going on.  There is one guy I notice that may have his eye on me.

He is about 5’8, thin build, Latino, maybe mid to late 20s.  He has a unique look as he has short curly hair.  He’s wearing thick glasses identical to what Buddy Holly used to wear.  As a matter of fact, the resemblance is so startlingly close, (with the exception of his olive skin tone) I can’t help but to study his features in amazement.  I want to but I don’t mention it to him.  

He probably wouldn't even know who Buddy Holly was. 

As innocent as his appearance may be, I know better than to allow outward appearances to dictate my perception of his prowess.  Besides, I got a glimpse of what he was doing in one of the glory hole stalls a few minutes earlier. 

He walks into the stall next to mine.  I close the door but I am not feeling the glory hole scenario.  I want body and eye contact, not just a hole; so I walk out.  He soon follows suit. 

I turn around and invite him to my room.

I ask him my two main questions, “Are you okay with condoms,” and “Do you like to get your dick sucked?”  There is a yes for both.

As soon as I close the door, he drops to his knees. His head game is pretty nice.  He gets me fully hard in his mouth.  Now I am ready to fuck.  He gets a wrapper and opens the packet and gently puts the condom on me.

I must commend anyone that can make putting on a condom sexy.  This is exactly what gets my juices flowing: A master at foreplay even in the usually clumsy task of wrapping it up.

I entered him as he bent over to the edge of the bed.

“ You want it harder,” I ask.

He wants it as hard and fast as I’m willing to give it.  We keep this position for a while but I move him closer to the head of the bed so that we could see ourselves in the mirror.

He has a tiny waist perfect for grabbing.  

Although he is thin, he has plenty of meat on his bones to grab hold of.  I grab his hips and use them as leverage to slam into him.  

He’s a moaner.   He’s not loud about it but vocal enough to tell he’s enjoying it.

We migrate directly on the bed.  He gets on his

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THREE WAY FUN

Back about 2007

It was a very frustrating evening being online only to get rejection after rejection; or even worse, being lead on by game players.

So I decided to call my buddy up to see what he was up to. This was one of my close friends but every now and then when something "arises" we would get together and mess around.

I called him up to see what was going on. "I'm a little busy tonight," he said. Right then and there I knew he had a meeting with some guy. "O.k. who is he?" I snapped. Laughing he explained that he was meeting a guy that was another buddy of his. To my frustration I sadly told him to have fun. There was a pause on the phone and then he asks If I wanted to see if his friend minded an additional friend. "Sure!" I said, hoping that he would say yes.

After getting the ok, He gave me the address to where they were. He told me to just come in and lock the door behind. So when I got there and did as instructed. I walked toward the back of the house to the bed room, and there they are on the bed in a 69 position sucking each other. My friend was a good looking White guy in his 40s at the time, nice body with an incredible ass. His friend was a 30 something Black guy with a nice cock and booty that jiggled with even touch of my friend's hand.

So I get naked and join in on the fun. That night we all took turns fucking each other. My buddy and his friend tag teamed me, Me and my buddy tag teamed the other guy. Its was a very good time. When I got home, I checked my messages and found three messages from guys interested in hooking up. Oh well! I had a great time regardless.

TWO THINGS I’D LIKE THIS YEAR

The two things I would like this year:

Participate in a few circle jerks and be a recipient of a warm messy bukkake. 

I want jizz.

STROKE 22

Friday, November 28, 2025

                              7:16 AM

Taken from THE MASTURBATION CHRONICLES

The t-shirt I ordered came in a few days ago.  It is a shirt I saw a well known Bator wearing on his site The Dude Next Door.  He wears it often as it is his bate shirt. It is well coated with his sperm.

It is so sexy how well used it is, it inspired me to get a shirt like it and start my own journey.

About 6:40AM

I woke up with a semi hard on.  I had my PJs on with my boxers underneath and a light sweater and a t shirt underneath that.  The winter air gives off a prominent sting in the morning.  I know for certain  that the room will be cold if I get out of bed so I lay in bed trying not to wake Boss.

I gently grab the bulge of my PJs. I could have easily just reach under both the Pjs and shorts and went straight for my dick but I'm not ready for that yet. I will start with a gentle tease.  I'm not in any hurry although Boss will be awake around 8:00am or so.

7:00am  

I officially get up and check my Amazon account.

My package has arrived.  Since it is so early in the morning, I assume that the package is lying outside my apartment door.

It is here.

Eager to see what it looks like I grab the package and open it up. I don't try it on until after I get out of the shower.  For some reason I prefer to be clean before I get sticky. 

This is my window to get totally in my Bator mood.

I love underwear and sexy outfits. I enjoy raiding my sexy outfit box when I have extended time.  Something I do during self pleasure time is photograph and sometimes video myself in sexy outfits.  During the pandemic, that is how Daddy Scruff was born.  Through sheer boredom, time to myself and a horny imagination.

7:15am

I dry off, dig into my box of goodies and find a pair of gray briefs to put on to go with the new shirt.

I am hard and wet. marking a significant wet mark in my briefs.

I change into different pair of shorts more in the style of sports wear.  I take a few pictures and get a few clips of me stroking in them but I don't cum.

This day is just warm up.

November 29, 2025

5:40pm

Boss is in the office working.  I just finished my paperwork for my hours.  I had some free time to christen my new shirt.

One load.

 6:17pm

I'm reloaded and ready for some more.

Load two.

OLD FRIEND NEW HAIR

Jan 12, 2026

Link: LOGAN ARROW

I stopped by  Logan's motel room Saturday. 

He is sporting a new hair color. He decided to go blonde. 

Believe it or not, it doesn't look bad on him.  It did take getting used to in the pictures he sent. Seeing it in person gave me a better perspective. 

I'm sure his whole visual presentation would have been much better had he not suffered from a hang over.  With the trash can on standby (he used it a few times I was there) we chatted a bit before I took off. 

He was not a happy camper. We agreed to try to meet  Sunday.  Sunday I had some things to take care of regarding my dad. So Monday was the only time we had.

Because I had to assist getting Boss prepared for work, there would be very little time to spend from the time he checked out of his motel to the time he got on the train. I had approximately twenty minutes to spend time with Logan from the time I saw him walking to the time I met him at the train station.

Though we did not have much time, we both had plenty to say.

The one message on Telegram that somewhat threw a punch to the gut was, "Probably tapping out on Sacramento. I need to find a new place to feel like somebody wants something to do with me."

A definite punch to the gut.

Not in a way that I felt offended, but the stark reality that Sac Town will always be Sac Town. 

I have mentioned numerous times how I just don't get much connection here.  

Though this used to be the place where Logan's hole used to suck them in like the black hole, (in his case pink hole) There is not much connection here.  This used to be fine for the Object Persona.  But with even the ho element being a bust, there is not much left.  

The sad reality is I am an unavailable support system.  Between loving and caring for my husband with his physical limitations, dealing with my dad's health issues, and a the narcissist's mental meltdowns, my availability is very limited.  

I am fully aware that twenty minutes bonding out of a three day weekend is insane and not substantial by any means.

I still don't want to let go. 

I know that there will come a time when the visits will become less and less. I also know that with Boss's unique needs, visiting a place that requires a five hour drive will be much more challenging hence the reason I haven't taken many trips to my dad's place in a few months.

I still don't buy that walking away or letting him walk away is the answer. That shit won't fly. 

We've been at this crossroad before and we will make it to the appropriate side.

A GENTLEMAN IS NOT ALWAYS SO GENTLE

                    A gentleman is not always so gentle

                       Sometimes all it takes is a little inspiration 

                                           To turn a pussycat

                                                 Into a beast

 

THIS MORNING

Not sure what the day will bring

But sure not to protest

Already swollen with anticipation 

It rises

throbbing for touch

Throbbing to be quenched

It stands the ineffable flame

Introduction to D

It seeks an R

Until I finds its way

To the letter P

Use what is given 

To read between 

The lines

MAPLE

Ooey gooey sticky and sweet 

Samara serves a delicious treat

Leaf opposite palm shaped fingers 

The scent it breeds 

Stems it lingers

Drip may it will to the floor 

A hunger and lust 

For some more

Maple maple can you see 

The taste you leave inside of me

The drip of your sticky treat 

Covers my biscuits 

Sweetens the meat

Maple so sticky

So tasty its true

Makes me devour

Every drop of you

Ooey gooey sticky and sweet 

Covers my biscuits 

Drenches my meat

PAGING DR. FISHNETS

February 4, 2025 Tuesday

It may seem hard to believe, but we started three years ago with me messaging Dr. Fishnets on Fetlife how much I love his sexual expression in his pictures. On and off, we would chat and try to get together. After a few failed attempts with schedules, life, blah blah blah, me leaving Fet for a while, we decided to try to make plans again. This time was a success. I would finally meet the man with so many unique fishnet stockings. When I got there, he opened the door. He was all ready with his fishnets and butt plug snuggly in place. It was such a pleasant sight to witness.

He is a good looking White guy, 53yr, shaved head and a white beard. He has an average build maybe 5’8 or 5’9. (Hopefully he will assist me with the correct height at some point.) He has some very unique tattoos one on his lower back and on the sides and on his left shoulder, I believe.

Like I said before, he opened the door in nothing but his black fishnets that reached up to his thighs and turquoise panties. When he turned around to guide me to his room, I noticed under his panties was something bulging out of his butthole. I know that shape very well. He had a butt plug of some sort inside of him.

                               

He Kindly offered me some snacks and a drink.

“Do you mind if I change real quick?” I asked.

I got out of my sweat pants into my black and blue mesh shorts with a matching blue jockstrap.

We introduced ourselves and talked a bit. 

It was not long before he was on the edge of the bed with a beanie over his eyes so that he could not see. I prompted him to lean against the bed slightly poking his butt out while he unknowingly prepared for a spanking.

BUBBLE BATH

Saturday, January 3, 2026

The anxiety and dread of dealing with the narcissist is starting to subside.  This person has not been on a rampage as of late.  They have been quite pleasant. However just like how I work on not allowing their rage affect me, I don't pay attention to their nice moments either. 

It is just like an addiction.  The love bombing to try to trick me into believing nothing is wrong, the hot and cold rollercoaster is all a plot to keep me in line, desperate to do whatever is necessary to keep this feel good moment alive for as long as possible.  But it won't last.  It is not designed to.  

I'm not going to lie.  It is difficult to resist getting sucked back into the hysteria taking that I literally have to talk to this person every day.  I’m quite aware that a lot of the communication isn't all that important.  I know some of this crap can wait.  But I am not even going to sweat it. 

I love my dad and I don't want to be one of those that eagerly waits for the demise of their loved ones to break free.  I'm going to enjoy him while he is here and I am going to handle this narcissist to the best of my ability.  But truth be told: Once he is gone, I’m done with this person.

I am not just protecting my peace.  I will fight you to the death over it.

On a lighter note, for the first time in a while I lathered up a bubble bath, soaked a bit and enjoyed a semi quiet moment to myself.  With boss in the office blaring his political talking heads, I had the bathroom door closed. (The second bathroom which is predominantly mine, is connected to the office. We chose to make what would be the master bedroom the office since we are in it so much.)

Knowing it would take him quite awhile to get ready for bed I snapped,"Have you brushed your teeth yet!"

He finally meanders out to start to get ready for bed.

Finally some peace and quiet.

The bath is warm and comfortable.  It is so rare that I take baths.  I prefer showers but the soak is exactly what my body needs right now. 

The soak and bubbles felt good and though I have a much easier time getting it up taking a shower, the quick rub out was quite relaxing. 

No matter how raunchy I get, I absolutely hate being sticky for a period of time, hence the satisfaction of seeing the ropes float into the mass of water as I release.

There was definitely nothing spectacular about this masturbatory moment.  Not the best orgasm by any means.  But it was well overdue and I slept great.