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From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition

“Please. I’ve Always Wanted to…”

My Playroom—May, 2024 I got home tired, but safely, after the huge IML piss party.  I went to my meeting on Sunday and found there were about 3 and half minutes of it that applied to me, but I did meet some of the people I will be working alongside.   I also heard from the beautiful young man.  He had remembered FelchingPisser and sent me his phone number on BBRT.  In moments we were texting and he seemed turned on by the idea of my asking to post his ass pics with the write up. I wonder if
Who am I?

On Compatibility

To colliding worlds.    I’ve been thinking a lot recently about mutual interests— and how they shape compatibility.   Looking back now at my most recent dating experience with James, I realized we actually didn’t have anything in common.   And yet, I was still willing to make it work.   I’m the kind of person who finds peace in silence, in stillness. Someone who writes, reads, plays games, goes on long, quiet walks and hi
My time at a Sex Addiction Anonymous group

Day 2 at aex addiction anonymous group

The next sex addiction meeting was a week later  and i arrived late with a douched hole and wearing a cockring. Unlike the week before  everyone was seated in a circle, David and Adeel were sitting next to each other and I sat in a chair facing them trying my best  to avoid eye contact with them. There were 2 new guys that introduced themselves, an older  straight man into mtf and a twunk called Jamie that I worked with at my previous job and fucked when he was a twink.  The rest of us updated e
Who am I?

On Silence

To the empty spaces that don’t need filling.   I’ve been learning to sit with silence for a while now. It’s those moments where everything is calm and still.   In the past, whenever there was silence between me and someone else, I would always find it a little bit awkward, as though that silence needed to be filled with something— mainly with a question, or a conversation. I wasn’t comfortable sitting in the silence, because it meant that somethi
Who am I?

On Opportunities

To the winters that are bitter cold.   James and I decided to end things, three weeks into dating.   He sent me a text, asked if I could come over for a chat. It sounded serious, and I had a feeling something like this was coming. So I showed up. And sure enough—he said that even though he enjoyed dating me these last three weeks, he didn’t feel any romantic attraction, and he thinks we should stop seeing each other.   To be h
From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition

IML: Piss Party--A Very Wet Conclusion

Chicago—May, 2024   (This picks right up where we left off in the last post)   I look down at Tall Guy with Tats.  His eyes are rolled back in total bliss.  I bend down, still inside his ass, and lick up some of the piss eddying in the hollow between his pecs.  I slurp happily, before my cock tells me to keep fucking.  I stand up and build to sling rocking fuck-speed.  The piss rolls off his body and puddles under us.  I fuck on and on, only stopping as I don’t want to shoot
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From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition

IML Piss Party One -- Getting Wet

Chicago—May, 2024 I had a lazy Saturday morning at Seth’s.  I showered, made tea and wrote a few notes for the last post.  I checked in with Keshawn about time and place for our Sunday meet. I napped a little, stroking Seth’s cat, curled up next to me… I also got a text that pissed me off.  My July work gig wrote saying that an assistant had not mentioned to me a mandatory meeting that happened long before I started—and it was this Sunday.   At noon.  I would have to go home right afte
Who am I?

On Normacy

To the lives we live together.    James and I have been dating for three weeks now, and things have been going quite smoothly.   To me, I think that we passed the honeymoon phase a while ago. It feels like we’re settling into the normalcy phase now— where we’re starting to understand each other’s daily rhythm. It’s no longer about being performative, but just about being in each other’s presence. Being able to be ourselves and not alway
Who am I?

On Grace part 2

To shifting the air and the Universe.   I learned something in oriental massage today.   It’s a lot different from what we’ve been taught in the past, which was more aligned with Western medicine. With oriental massage, it leans more towards Eastern traditions—where they teach you to connect with the spirit, the qi, and the flow of energy—rather than just focusing on the tightness or knots in the muscles.   And I absolutely love it.   One of my goals for t
From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition

IML: A Glorious Threeway

Chicago—May, 2024   I don’t quite know why I did not plan to do more at IML.  Some of it was remembering the sheer exhaustion of staying at the host hotel.  You feel, or at least I do, you have to keep taking advantage of the never-ending sex on offer.  Last year I got around that by staying at a smaller motel which has a huge gay clientele.  I think I expected to do that again—but I had two work gigs back-to-back that frankly made me lose track of time.  It was suddenly the first of M
From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition

Passing Osvaldo Around (Conclusion)

Grand Rapids—May, 2024 (This continues right on from Part One.)   “Can we go to my room?” I know he wants to film—and we can only do it there.  I am happy to get it out of the way.  We troop downstairs.  He’s in a single room this time.  I lay on the narrow bed.  Osvaldo is between my legs and he begins to suck, I-Phone held aloft.  He keeps looking at the camera, enraptured with seeing his face stuffed with cock. Now he’s sitting on it.  Riding.  The phone, propped on a
From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition

Passing Osvaldo Around (Part One)

Grand Rapids—May, 2024   Osvaldo, the young Latin man, who loves to whip out his phone and snap pictures or record video as I fuck him, wanted another session.  We agreed on a Friday night in the middle of the month for a meet at the bathhouse to the north of me.  As always, I got there first.  (I would rather have him run late than rush his clean out!)  Another clerk checked me in (not the one who had joined me at the sling the last time I was there.)  At my locker, I stripped down to
Musings of a Girl Discovering

A Theater Slut's Introduction

This is intended to be read after "Anal Ravaging in the Booth" as they are from the same night.  Story Link:    As I stood up, the used wet-wipe that had been so casually be tossed onto my back fell onto the floor. “Pick it up and toss it in the trash over there,” Lilith said. I looked down at it and then back up at her. “But it’s gross.” “Says the girl with cum all over her face and in her ass. It’s too late after what just happened to be a germaphobe, Jess. Pick it up an
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Tops who get me off when they bottom

Drew Sebastian Alex Tikas Jackson Hood "Tops" refers more to how they tend to be cast in scenes. Hey, if you're good at what you do... 🤓 I absolutely love watching Drew get fucked. Jake Marshall fucking Alex Tikas in a sling... [chef's kiss]. And Hood? I've gotten off a few times to the scene where he's fucked into the mattress by Jack Mackenroth. In another fans-channel scene, he rides Rafael Alencar's pole until he cums. Unfortunately, it's a single-camera scene and there'
From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition

The Accident

Near Home—May, 2024   After my great breeding of the young daddy on Saturday, I was quite content.  Coming up, I had a bathhouse visit to play with Osvaldo, the Latin young man who loves to film me using him.  Of course, I ended up wanting more before that trip was to happen.  I went to my usual bookstore. But something was up.  There were only two cars in the lot.  And a series of barricades along the front of the building.  I went in.  The manager greeted me.  Before I could ask
Who am I?

On Rebellion

To the inner child that says no.    Recently, a guy that I’ve been dating—James—mentioned a certain characteristic of mine. One that I’ve noticed for a long time, but never really found the words for. An inner rebellious nature. One that often makes me do the opposite of what someone tells me to do.   I’ve noticed this trigger in particular phrases— “You should…” “You must…” If I hear those words, you can bet that the instant you turn your back, I’m d
From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition

"You Want an Even Bigger One?"

Jackson—May, 2024 So, as that last post showed, I certainly enjoyed my time at my usual bookstore on Friday, but I still had a load churning in my balls.  I didn’t want to waste it.  I’d had such fun on the Saturday afternoon at the video place (now remodeled into more of a play area and written up as A Busy Bookstore), that I went back there the next day.  It was the right choice.   Again, the parking lot is packed.  I park way off to the side and go in.  I need to piss—my travel
From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition

The Reward: A Mammoth Load

Near Home—May, 2024 So, after the Monday bust at the bookstore that I detailed in the last post, I knew that at least I had good sex coming.  Kieran, the married bear who is such a good cocksucker was scheduled for Wednesday.  But he cancelled, citing that he had to help his son.  Well, ok, there was also the newbie, who needed his hole opened and was so horny about piss, due in on Thursday.  But suddenly his work got in the way of that.  Cancelled—and after some texting saying he wanted to
Musings of a Girl Discovering

Anal Ravaging in the Booth

“I come bearing gifts for someone special,” Lilith said with a beaming smile—our heavy dorm-room door shutting behind her with a thud. “Would that someone special be me,” I asked giddily sitting cross-legged on my bed. “Maaaaybe,” Lilith replied leaning over to kiss me. “For tonight,” she added while sitting the box on the bed next to me. It had been almost three weeks since my first experience at the adult bookstore. While I had whined and pleaded almost daily to go back with
Musings of a Girl Discovering

My First Gloryhole Visit with Lilith

It was only two weekends after Lilith went down on me for the first time that we were both in her car driving to a “surprise” in the middle of the night.  “I don’t see what we’re doing out here, and why you made me dress like this. Where the fuck even are we? And what’s this surprise? I don’t like surprises unless I know what they are ahead of time,” I complained with my arms crossed as we cruised down the highway in her barely clinging to life convertible Mustang. Lilith looked over a

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