My type
Until a few years ago, I’d always claimed I didn’t have a type. True, I’d enjoyed an exotic men phase (Indian, Egyptian, Iranian, French and Italian) and I’d always enjoyed younger men, but physically, there…
“It’s not like I need it anymore” – by my pet object
My pet object recently surprised me with this delicious little morsel of writing. It’s a piece from his perspective on the fun with chastity and strap-on play that I’ve written about in “Lack of dickstraction…
Boys with handles
Something happens to me when I put on my cock. To say I get aggressive might be an understatement. And with every whimper, cry or moan, my aggression grows. When I’m wearing a strap-on, I…
“Why do I like it so much?”
My new favorite thing is watching the range of emotions on a guy’s face as he processes a new kinky experience. So fucking hot. I’m seeing it a lot with Hando as I’m introducing new…
Lack of dickstraction and my perfect fuchsia dildo
I had my pet object in my bed in a matter of minutes after his arrival. No D/s play, just two people hungry for each other. I didn’t think about the brand new Holy Trainer…
My boy, my pet object
One night while under the influence, Dr Dom / Mr Subby reblogged a rather ridiculous tumblr picture with a rather ridiculous caption left by some random guy. When he reblogged it, he tacked onto the…