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He obliged, moving his tongue across the tip. The salty tang initially made him start, but only for a few seconds. He turned to face her, becoming aware now of the rest of the room.
She was naked, and again the sight of her sheer splendour made his cock tingle, despite the humiliation he had endured.
She half crouched. The piss, when it came, streamed into his mouth, its warmth making him recoil briefly, before he adjusted his swallow to take it.
Some escaped across his face, mixing there with any trace of spunk still there. She stopped eventually. He moved his tongue across her pussy, chasing any loose drops.
The taste was divine. He put his jacket back on. I also took some pictures on my phone of your little cock sucking escapade. And by the way, we will be introducing new elements to this all the time.
He got into the car and pulled away. The sense of his enslavement to her engulfed him. Was that why his cock was so hard all the way home?
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Santa's wrists were bound, locked with great care And his hocks strung up with tinsel; held fast to the chair. Because he felt like she was hitting all the right buttons, where sometimes I struggle to do that.
No one can. So fuck yeah , let him get that from someone like Diva. In the car, talking about it, Kazander likened it to that night I played with Rusty.
Everything just clicked together perfectly, everything happened exactly the way it should have, and he loved all of it. So that was unbelievably hot.
Not his real name, by the way. But everyone at the club knows his real name, because people usually start shouting it as soon as he walks in.
The Stud is a perfect example. A lot of them do that. Because of course he fucks the young, beautiful, attractive women.
The BBWs. The trans women and crossdressers. As big as he is, as good as he is at fucking, and as hot as he is, I love the fact that he gets with the less-than-average looking people.
But anyway, I got to talking to him last weekend, and a few minutes later, I was naked and on the bed, holding on to Kazander while the Stud fucked me.
Where the average and smaller-than-average men tend to put effort into learning all that extra shit. It makes a big difference.
It was hot, though. I enjoyed the hell out of it. I know that average-looking and less-than-average-looking guys tend to see me as out of their league.
So the idea that he saw me as out of his league seems a little odd. Even so, I appreciate the compliment. And I appreciated it the next day, when he repeated it in front of our group of friends.
I liked hanging out with him. Weekend before last, I ended up letting him fuck me. So I went back to the club and looked for one of the employees, who happens to be one of his really good friends.
And his response was exactly the same. Almost word for word, in fact. And still too fast for me to actually explain what I was worried about.
So I talked to Cam. I explained that I was worried that he was falling for me, and explained some of the reasons why that was a bad idea.
I thought he was joking. So instead of talking it out and working through it like a grown man, he decided to act like an insecure little boy.
The first time Cam and I went into a private room, I saw Angel afterward and asked for a hug. But he moved away. I nodded. Have a good night. Why put me in the middle of it?
I shook my head. I can be brutal in tearing people down, but he took it all and kept his cool, and kept trying to work it out. That says a lot about him.
Even when he makes mistakes, even when I tear him down for being a stupid asshole, he still sticks around and wants to work through it.
I respect that. We still talk, of course, we still hang in the same group, but that distance is there. And Angel has been there for a really, really long time.
All he saw was Angel trying to talk to me, and me being the mental terrorist that I am. So I can totally understand why he might keep his distance now.
Angel and I will be good next time I see him, and things will go back to being nice and smooth. I like him. Especially given attitudes of vanilla and more traditional men.
This became a topic of conversation the other night, while out at a bar with some of my girlfriends.
I quickly realized within minutes of talking to a man at the bar that the chances of me finding someone compatible were zero. But I also feel like the world wants to punish me for who I already know I am.
What I find frustrating, though, is the lack of desire in most men not just the submissive variety who may not fit the macho manly-man stereotype, to come out against those harmful, hateful, misandristic, toxic societal expectations.
Not just submissive men. It seems much more common to simply remain quiet, and suffer alone in those self-imposed prisons.
Why fight to remove our chains, when we can simply compare their lengths? Why step outside the box when the box has these badass flame decals on it?
In reality, submissive men are few and far between. I stick to fetish websites and BDSM parties and events.
But yeah, there are moments it can be tough. I think, especially when I was younger, it was tough to be unapologetic and proud of who I was, because literally everyone around me kept telling me I was wrong for it.
My own subs were ashamed of it. Ashamed of me. Those individuals are, however, not all that common. As a species, we have a habit of avoiding unpleasant feelings, rather than acknowledging and working through them.
Learn not to be afraid of unpleasant feelings like insecurity or self doubt. You already know what Dom and vanilla men think of you.
You already know that You think those judgy, interchangeable, vanilla men can do that? The ones who get so easily freaked out and scared?
The ones who are pants-shittingly terrified of being anything other than a cookie-cutter clone of every other guy? Because they really are interchangeable to me.
He was a dildo with a pulse. Why would I go out of my way to be nice to someone like that? What about them deserves the tiniest shred of my respect?
And the worst part is that the only reason you see so few bi men is because of that same cultural bullshit. If a man is bi, though, you see all the men start gasping and clutching their pearls.
If a a guy wants me to stop being mean, he can stop being exactly the same as literally every other vanilla guy, boring and painfully predictable, and completely interchangeable, and ultimately disposable, and fucking earn my respect.
And, as we are all too painfully aware, when weak men are intimidated or made uncomfortable, their response is usually to try and knock the woman down.
Submissive desires in many men were forced down, isolated, and perverted into these self-centered, warped, twisted piles of resentment, misogyny, and self hate.
Gen Z is the first generation to have things like Fetlife and loud, proud Dommes readily available to them as they transition into adulthood.
Men my age have had to fight against so much , even just to acknowledge to themselves who they are.
They have to keep fighting, all the time. But that part, I promise, does get easier. It will end. All you have to do is keep moving forward. Just keep getting out of bed each day.
Fuck their opinions. Rusty is a perfect example. There are tons of men out there who are worthy of your respect. And learning some kind of interesting things, honestly.
And he mentioned it mostly in passing. Which made it hit home even harder. God, just… just fuck right off with that.
And that was only twice. Keep pushing, see what happens. I will run you over with my Prius. So, that? Fuck yeah, I wholeheartedly support that.
It feels good to reach across that aisle, to someone who is also reaching back. Alright, guys. Stay the fuck home. No, seriously.
Hell, even I thought that at one point. If you leave the house for anything other than work or other essential shit, go ahead and leave this blog, too.
Stop buying toilet paper. No one is running out of fucking toilet paper. Your paranoia is actively hurting people.
Stop being a dick, and knock it the fuck off. Here are just a couple of highlights. Meh, I could take it or leave it. Naturally, I sent it to Sounder.
And then he sent one to me. Holy shit, I love that! No, he made it. But I digress. I arched a brow.
At the latest. So nighttime rolled around, and I reluctantly dragged my ass into bed at It felt weird as hell, but I managed to get to sleep.
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So fuck off, thanks. Shows how much I know, apparently. Maledom is not harmful. Dominant men are not entitled rapists.
But not many people know why. Or Maledom. Addition is. Why will you never be able to convince me? Or get a fucking root canal?
Literally anything else? But at least the blog is working. And fair warning, guys, I have been extremely confrontational and asshole-ish lately.
Like, more so than usual. I mean, Kazander was legitimately worried there for a minute. It got bad.Ich sitze am Ostersonntag in einem Morgenmantel und Pantoffeln vor einer Goldene 7 Leckereien gedeckten Tafel. Schreibe mir einfach eine Email. Nylons eignen sich übrigens auch perfekt als Knebel!