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! 🫣
The cool breeze along with a strange sound wakes me out of my slumber. I pull up the sheet as I toss and turn in the chilly atmosphere. As I struggle to get back to sleep, I notice the sound like heavy material wrestling around. I open my eyes to see the front of my tent caving in. Also I am sinking in the air mattress. I have this frustrated notion that I don't want to have anything to do with anything that requires air or pumping air anymore.
I am not a happy camper.
I have to pump the one side all over again to avoid total collapse.
Pump, pump, pump, I go in the wee morning hours. It’s slightly chilly this morning, but it will definitely warm up very quickly.
About 7:00am
“Is this going to keep happening the entire time I'm here? Am I going to have to deal with pumping this thing up every few hours in this incredible heat coming?”
I wrestle with what to do about the situation. It's about a two and a half hour drive back home and another two and a half back to camp to get my much smaller and warmer tent.
I really don't want to hassle with buying and putting together a diy tent, so I decide to drive back home to get my other tent.
Approx 2:30 pm
I get back to camp. The tent is still up so I decide to not worry about taking it down and putting the other tent up.
I figure that I spent a little time at home talking to my husband. I had plenty of time to relax so I go into the dungeon and see if my body will cooperate with me. I run into MUSCLE BEAR. He ask if I want to fuck. I agree. I get him in the sling and of course I'm having a hard time keep it up.
I suggest that he lets me suck his dick a bit. He agrees.
“I took the P.A. Out.”
“I see,” I reply with a smile.
Now I can suck that fucker the way I really want to.
As I go down and slowly use my tongue skills, he starts to stiffen in my mouth. I look up at him as he looks down smiling. I love eye contact just as much on my knees as I do as a top. It’s such a rare thing that I'm at this position. My dick is really enjoying me being a cocksucker right now but I know I have a hole to entertain so I hurry up to put on a condom and lube and get to fucking.
He’s enjoying it, however I don't fuck him very long. My body just doesn't last at these events.
8:45 pm
It is cooling down but still very warm outside.
My mind is horny but body is not functioning well enough for a horny person. With addition, the people that I want to fuck are all preoccupied with someone else. I just lay in my tent with the fan between my legs and chill. I can hear the moans, coming from the tent next to me. It's a cute White blonde guy maybe mid 30s. We’ve chatted but it seems like he is just a friendly neighborhood and he doesn't show any signs of interest. In my younger days I would consider someone that I’m interested in, torture, hearing him getting plowed by someone else. I can't even see what is going on in the tent. But I can hear everything.
Last year was a similar situation. I could hear what was happening but he had the tent open with just the mesh screen zipped so I could at least enjoy the show. This time I just have to listen to everyone else having fun.
Although the situation seems torturous, it really isn't as bad as it sounds. I really do enjoy being in environments like such. I figure that I will get mine eventually even if its for a short amount of time.
10:00pm
I meet up with another man. He is maybe in his mid sixties. He wants me to fuck him.
“Want to go to the The Fuck Shack?”
“Where’s that?”
I take him to shack 1 but someone is using that one. We walk up to Shack 2 and score.
He begins to suck my dick. It takes a moment to get it up but I finally do. I start to get a good rhythm inside him. He’s loving it. We fuck for about 30 minutes and then my body tires out. He ask if he rides me would that save me a lot of pumping work. He sits on my dick and begins to ride. After a few loads he explodes and I feel his jizz oozing on my torso.
We cuddle for a few minutes and talk and then we go our separate ways. I go back to my tent and lay down for a bit.
Around 11:30pm
I’m feeling a little out of the loop. Yeah I fucked_____ and ______ but I still would like to fuck my neighbor next to me but he seems so aloof. I hear guys from the dungeon and by the pool having a good time and I just don’t seem to be as in the loop as last year.
I feel like I want to be sexual. Sexuality is all around me and I’m not involved. I decide that since I don’t have anyone else to play with, I will play with myself.
I strip down naked in my tent.
The fan is still blowing, gently tickling my thighs and blowing my taint. I begin to open my legs and touch myself. It is warm enough to unzip so that I can get a breeze through the mesh windows. Also there is a part of me that wants the windows open so that I can see out and others can see in. I'm not very much of an exhibitionist but the vibe is totally there tonight.
I take out a brand new device I recently purchased. I will go into further detail about that experience in THE MASTURBATION CHRONICLES.
As I wrap up entertaining myself, I decide to go to a more secluded area that has a sling and see who may be out there. As I get closer and closer I hear this man with a deep voice moaning like crazy. He is in the sling getting plowed by this other hot stud. It is actually a guy that flirted with me when I first got to camp. He's a sexy White guy with all white hair and a white beard, maybe in his mid to late fifties, with an ass and body to make a grown man cry.
It was such a turn on seeing this guy get fucked.
"Maybe this is my lucky night after all!" I think to myself. I stay a good distance not to interrupt or make anyone uncomfortable. But I am definitely enthralled by what's going on.
The guy is really going in on him and he's lost in sheer delirium from the relentless pounding. I feel my cock growing.
Just as I begin to walk up closer to possibly join in, White Beard taps The Fucker's chest.
"I had enough. Whew!" he says totally spent.
"Welp!" I walk off with my tail between my legs.
Literally.
I give my give my ghetto blow up tent some pumps just to insure I won't wake up with the roof on top of me and prepare for sleep.
The butch, in your face, don't take no shit Leather Daddies and the macho but highly submissive Leather boys creates a masculine energy so thick you can almost cut it with a knife.
I cannot count how much I am complimented on how masculine my presence is. Having someone acknowledge your masculinity is very much a compliment and a high regard for most.
From childhood all the way into my current adult life, I have always had a very soft spoken voice and though the tone has dropped a bit, it has never had much bass to it.
Often in the past I have used a lower range when talking which never really worked because eventually the real voice would come out after getting relaxed enough in a conversation.
I used to get teased about it, not in a malicious way but more in friendly joking. But it did nevertheless leave negative feelings about how I should sound.
I have often heard, "You don’t sound the way you look."
PAPA is a perfect example of how people expect to hear one voice from me and get the total other end of the spectrum.
The gentle nature and personality I possess would often leave some confused by the overtly virile images seen in my pictures. But that is who I am.
A soft mushy marshmallow with awkward nerdish tendencies that happen to love to dominate and annihilate men’s buttholes.
But it goes beyond my personality, my voice and my style of fashion. It is having the freedom to expess that fem side just as much as the masc.
My very first experience seeing a guy bending the gender rules was when I first started cruising.
I was down by the cursing spot by the levee. This brute masculine and quite handsome guy came driving up in his white pick up truck. Built like a fucking brick house with a tank top barely able to support his chest. The nipples alone were doing damage to the poor shirt. Needless to say my mouth was watering.
And then he stepped out of the car.
From the waist down he had fishnet stockings, black high heels, and a black mini skirt.
I nearly lost my shit from the shock and from laughing so hard. Twenty years later, I'm fucking guys in lace lingerie demanding them to give me their "pussy."
Never would I have imagined using either "lingerie" nor "pussy" in any sentence to illustrate some of the things that gets me off. But here we are.
I am flattered by the celebration of my masculinity from others. But there is a ridiculous ratio of Bitch as well as Butch that makes me, me.
And though I don't bring it out much, She's in there.
I believe what has allowed me to be so open with fluidity is the rebellious nature of doing what one would swear I have no damn business doing. It is in itself the challenge of "Oh yes the fuck I can," and being totally exasperated of what the gay "community's" ideal of what a sexy man looks like.
Although men in lace lingerie gets my dick throbbing, I never really got on board with the fully aspect of cross dressing.
The make up, wigs and bra has never really turned me on. I'm am not quite sure if it is the old, "If I wanted to be with a woman I would have one" saying that is so popular in the gay circles or if it's they way these dudes put on the makeup. Some of the guys really need to tighten up their game in my humble opinion.
I think for me, the blend of the masculine and feminine in certain ways it is presented, can be sexy as hell. And just because I don't get into the full get up, doesn't negate the fact that someone else does.
As for myself, I have gone full drag a few times just for kicks and to experiment. I must say that full fem ain't me! But there are norms that I definitely enjoy breaking just to switch it the fuck up some time.
I love masculinity. It is just a part of who I am. But let my ass see some pink thongs and pink undies. Then, Bitch it on!
After our first meeting Logan and I would keep in contact regularly on telegram. As a matter of fact, we talk just about every other day if not more sometimes.
Logan is one of the very few men that I actually have communication outside the bedroom.
He often tells me about his sexcapades, some of the things he is curious in trying, etc. He shares that he would love to explore more kink and fetish. My face totally lights up when he mentions that. I wish I could share highlights of that conversation but that conversation was deleted.
I am sure at some point he blocked me, hence that part of our conversation is gone.
Maybe one day I will share what went down.
For now let's just say we had a bump in our friendship that caused a break in communication.
I admit. I was the villain of this story. I don't ever intentionally mean to hurt anyone but sometimes things come up out of my control that causes me to renege on certain things I say that I will do.
We did get things worked out however.
Up until then, we never discuss kink. I figure our first meeting would be me totally fucking him and giving him a good pounding since that was what I knew he was looking for.
"Here is my opportunity to introduce him to my play," I tell myself.
We chat about it and schedule a day for him to come visit town.
6:51pm
Logan is in his white jockstrap. I get some pictures of his hole. He had one hash mark on his butt cheek from a guy that loaded him up earlier that day.
He had hoped for more but things are very slow here, hence the reason I go to the Bay Area to play.
When he takes it out, the load that was fucked in him comes oozing out.
