My pussylips feel tender. I went to take a nap this afternoon, and after a quick cleanout that only took 5 minutes for once, I then managed to get a medium egg plug (Square Peg) in. I'm out of shape, I used to be able to get the medium in easily, but it took a couple minutes to get in today, past the resistance and the clenching. And then poppers to relax. I then jerked off in bed and came hard, my hole feeling like it was milking the plug. I fell asleep then, which for me is surprising: I
I had "big" hopes for today, but I ended up barely managing to keep a Deep Space 70 in my hole for 8 minutes. Following some advice on here, I used poppers, and I had to use them every minute or so to keep the stretch pain at bay. I think I need to use a smaller plug first, maybe this was too big for a first stretch in many months.
Are there activities you like sexually more than others?
LIKEY (PREFERENCE)
Are there certain activities that you'll participate in but don't really favor?
NO LIKEY
Are there activities which you simply will not participate in and there is no negotiation about it?
LIMITS/ABSOLUTE NO
I'm willing to bet that not a single person reading this hasn't been asked at some point: "what are you into?" or "limits?" Back in the day and before more kinks were out in the open, this used to be
My eyes are bigger than my hole and I've gotten a lot of plugs and dildos and I can't take more than half of them. I have a "big" fantasy of being able to take my largest toys (>3.2" across), two (or three!) dicks at a time, or a fist, I also want a nice, punched-out hole. The pic is an old one of Andy Star ... I'd love to be able to take dick and have a hole like his. Let's see if 2026 can be my (hole's) year.
Author's Note: Writing "The Trunk and the Cage" led me to explore my own experience more deeply. While I'd organized sex parties before—mostly logistics and coordination—this six-day event was different, shaped by months of careful planning by the Doms.
They attended conferences, held working sessions, assigned roles, and consistently championed the core principles of BDSM.
I knew little about these principles until I started writing and researching. Like many, I once thought BDSM was
Author's Note: If you've made it this far and have not read the Sorrowful Author's Note, please do. It adds important context to all chapters of this story.
When I was a kid and would occasionally be invited to a friend’s house for dinner, I always found it odd that the kids (me) were served a plate of food, portioned out for them, and there was an expectation they clean their plate. I always thought, “I didn’t choose how much was on the plate, but now I’m forced to eat everything anyway
There was a brief time I went to the bath house fairly regularly. It’s less of a hassle than grindr and you just get people who say they’re not interested instead of flakes.
One night I saw a cute south asian twink who was about 5’4” and maybe 100lbs with what I assumed was his much older boyfriend. We locked eyes as I was passing by on the bathroom and we smiled at each other. I peed, washed my hands, and went to walk around some more. I walked down a hall and saw him again walking toward me
Author's Note: If you've made it this far and have not read the Sorrowful Author's Note, please do. It adds important context to all chapters of this story.
Have you ever been in a situation where you felt just a rush of “acceptance” and began to embrace the reality of things happening around you? As an example, I hate waiting in lines, especially if they are progressing inefficiently and I can see the bottlenecks. You’ll never hear me bitch more, verbally redesigning the workflow to th
I was having a boring day at work so I was cruising Grindr and was hit up by a cute bottom guy. He was tall, about 6’1” with dark hair and fairly muscular but not totally ripped or anything. He asked if I wanted to fuck and I said yes but couldn’t go far from my work and I had to do it on my lunch break. I suggested the bath house because it was fairly close to me and he agreed. I also made sure he was good with fucking raw, and he said he loved it. We met at the bath house and I paid for both o
Author's Note: If you've made it this far and have not read the Author's Note, please do. It adds important context to all chapters of this story.
Author's Note #3: This was written specifically regarding the writing of this and the next chapter, which was originally one chapter. I learned a valuable lesson and had to rewrite the whole thing.
I was still blind so appreciated the assistance navigating to wherever we were headed. I had a brief thought that I was probably going to be pr
In the early 2000s I met several guys on Craigslist m4m message board. I saw one guy mid 20s white, 5’10”, 150 lbs, vers who lived downtown, so I hit him up since I lived downtown as well. We emailed back and forth a few times and he eventually invited me over to his place. I guess I was more adventurous back then because we didn’t even exchange photos. I went over to his apartment in the afternoon and he buzzed me in. I knocked on his door and he opened it. He was a cute blonde, wore glasses (d
I continue to refine Part 11 and am getting close. Excited to publish it. One key thing that happens at the start of Part 11 is that I get my first "walkthrough" of the house, now that I've been blindfolded. Though I did not know it yet, there would be a nightly "party" with guests at the house joining that party and so the Dominants re-organized and moved a lot of the furniture to make more room. They also blocked off certain areas and importantly covered a lot of things with plastic sheath
Starting my journey to reach 100 loads this year I started by taking a 135 mile one way trip the Club STL bathhouse. I was there from 12:00pm to 6:00pm. I spent the entire time alternating between being ass up in the dark room, in the sling and blindfolded in my room with the door wide open. In that time I got ONE. ONE GOD DAMN LOAD after a 270 mile round trip. I dont understand the STL bathhouse, ive really never seen much action there but Friday felt exceptionally off. When i was in t
30-something me, wanking in front of his Windows-Millennium-running PC (& CRT monitor), imagining scenes without the condoms… he’d be so excited to see some of his favourites come back to the (high-def) screen and get their hairy asses cream-pied. They were young, sheathed in latex, and in 4:3 aspect ratio. ~25 years later, their added age would make it even hotter for me.
My list:
Roman Wright
Conner Habib (& his copious, long-distance loads)
Steve Cruz (It wo
NOTE: This posting is not part of the retelling/story. It is meant to explain the approach taken to write the story - "how the sausage gets made." If you want sex, check out the posts labeled "PART # - XXXX"
When I sat down to begin writing the story of the 6-days I spent as the Submissive to three Dominants ( as well as many others who would come and go throughout that time), I honestly thought it was going to be as easy as the other stuff I’ve written. Even those write-ups/stories I d
ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 13
PLEASE NOTE: I AM POSTING THE LATEST INSTALLMENTS IN THREE POSTS ALL AT ONCE, PLEASE READ THEM IN ORDER. THIS IS THE THIRD OF THREE !
Installment number Thirteen of what was probably the best real party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was in New Hampshire at a 4-day business convention and during those 4 days he was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown by myself, with him joining me aft
ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 11
PLEASE NOTE: I AM POSTING THE LATEST INSTALLMENTS IN THREE POSTS ALL AT ONCE, PLEASE READ THEM IN ORDER. THIS IS THE SECOND OF THREE !
Installment number Twelve of what was probably the best real party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was in New Hampshire at a 4-day business convention and during those 4 days he was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown by myself, with him joining me afte
ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 11
PLEASE NOTE: i AM POSTING THE LATEST INSTALLMENTS IN THREE POSTS ALL AT ONCE, PLEASE READ THEM IN NUMBERED ORDER!
Installment number Eleven of what was probably the best real party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was in New Hampshire at a 4-day business convention and during those 4 days he was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown by myself, with him joining me after his convention for t
Author's Note: If you've made it this far and have not read the Author's Note, please do. It adds important context to all chapters of this story.
I stood silently, in the exact same spot, arms and hands by my side, blindfolded and gagged, wearing all my other gear…my armor. It’s hard to even say that I was “naked” given all the gear though I’m sure that’s how most would have described me. I stood in that spot, as still as I could be, for what felt like much longer but was probably clos
Author's Note 1: If you've made it this far and have not read the Author's Note, please do. It adds important context to all chapters of this story.
Authors Note 2: While writing The Trunk and the Cage, I reached about this point where I started to recognize there was a strong emotional connection forming between myself and both Ethan and Jacob, and to a smaller degree Alex. Within these first five or so hours, there had been small moments where I think we all sensed it. It's not like
Author's Note: If you've made it this far and have not read the Author's Note, please do. It adds important context to all chapters of this story.
I woke up laying in the fetal position, naked except for all of the gear. I was in the post-nap fog which was amplified by the fact that I was blindfolded and had no sense of time. I knew I had slept but had no idea how long.
I knew there was a blanket laying over the back of the couch so I nuzzled it with my nose then used my mouth to b
Author's Note: If you've made it this far and have not read the Author's Note, please do. It adds important context to all chapters of this story.
PHEW! Sucking dick! I could breathe deep and relax a little. Of all the completely crazy things that had happened so far that were off the wall or new to me, sucking dick was something I could do with my eyes closed and my hands tied behind my back.
Ironically or apropos that particular turn of phrase, my hands were chained behind my ba
