PozTalkAuthor

Oh wow, you mentioned me - does it mean you've a secret crush on me? Sounds interesting I want to know more! 🦠☣️

yeah, Evilqueerpig died on 7th June 2023. Unfortunately I have proof. He had his skype name with first and last name, his date of birth and googling "first name last name" obituary, brought me there. I'm (constantly) active since 2022, here for on line confront and fantasy talk - no intention to meet in person with anyone at the moment and I've always been clear about this. Lots of sexting buddies who come (cum) and go, some others are still in contact after a year, some even can no longer access due to local laws blocking sexual sites... I'm pleased when I get some contacts here but honestly don't count on making really deep friendships from this site; then if it happens it happens, as it was with Evilqueerpig; but no illusion from my part, and I don't want to create illusions to others.

Safe. I was 21 then, in complete fear, and with a guy who used substances. So I said "drugged means diseased, no doubt". Played bare when we became closer.

Spit, precum, and cum... In my case it's something "romantic" the idea of not having anything artificial between us; initial idea was to save my loads and keep them as lube but as he was still uncertain about "undetectable" stuff, I then have used artificial lube the first time he bottomed, as with him being virgin I was afraid to hurt him. Then we used chocolate cream when I introduced him to rimming -given and received- as he was reluctant to lick me down there. But now, after a year, we no longer use artificial lube for sex; just when I insert bigger toys in him, we want 2024 to be an initiation to new experiences - can't spoil.

I read it again together with my partner and I just told him "look, this was what being a serodiscordant couple meant 20 years ago: being forced to condoms and not everyone reacted the same way" and he frankly answered "I don't know if I could ever have accepted the situation if you didn't explain me about meds and Undetectable Untransmittable implication". And Prep, eventually, I added. I have a friend who's been in a serodiscordant hetero couple for years and they've had wrapped sex from the beginning, except when they had their son in 2003 they did not want artificial insemination and tried "the traditional way" - we have celebrated the boy's driving license at the end of November 2022, the boy was born neg when this result wasn't guaranteed at all. But now after I _insisted_ talking about U equals U, they have switched to bare after they had long talks to doctors. How the fuck lucky we are today, knowing that fear of pozzing (or getting pozzed) doesn't affect a long-term couple any longer, and if we ever want a conversion, we can PLAN it with full awareness. No regrets.

Damn, I have just changed sheets on my bed, and they're soaked in poz precum again!!! You brought in words what my gifting kink has always been: a permanent, biological bond between two people who chose each other -boyfriend or whatever-. And I always think how fucking lucky science makes us currently! 20 years later from the story's plot. We can enjoy our intense bareback sex without harm roleplaying our poz fantasies without ever harming ourselves! And every time is like the first time...the pozzing time 🦠☣️

It's the best thing I could do for him. When in 2020 he was running the risk of dying by covid, and when it happened with cancer afterwards. I wanted to be superior to hate, as hate generates more hate! I simply needed to break that chain. Sorry, I almost seemed the psy's lounge. But, SERIOUSLY, I appreciate stories where authors bring other feelings up, this is a sex-based site but honestly, stories where people just cum, go, and collect loads, mean nothing to me. We are all human beings, with feelings. And worthy of respect.

"RELIVING" not "REVIVING" - Freudian slip, as we were talking about death! It was like when I wrote "leaving room" instead of "living room" on a story here, simply because I was longing for holidays. I'm like this, accept me as I am ☣️🤗

This one pushed my buttons [REAL] - it was 31st December 2022 when I saw my biological father after years. He was the ghost of himself, we had cut every contact because of his homophobia and serophobia. To make it short, he revealed he had a terminal cancer and died late January 2023. But in that case there was no pride he's been the asshole he's always been! Yes I'd have liked things to go different, at least to have him accept me. But my conscience is clean and have made him spend his last weeks in a hospice where he could die in peace. These days I'm quite reviving the event so... You unwillingly did the trick I'd better let my tears flow.

Btw thanks for following me - and I am waiting for next chapter! Let's talk somewhere else so we don't take all the space which should be dedicated to the plot!

Author's note for moderators: MOVE to "hardcore fetish" if appropriate. My partner and I have to share this experience publicly because it's partial realization of a horrifying dream I had days ago, after having read a post from one of several forums hosted here. The message in question concerned a guy's sex encounter in a "cheap motel, broken tv, dirty sheets, bedbug infestation" - post's author enjoyed it, went there on purpose! The scene of stinky sheets infested by bugs horrified me and that night my guy suddenly woke up because of my terrified scream. Make me see a snake, a mouse, a spider or even a bat flying around but not those beasts! Let's say I've never seen bedbugs in person -luckily- but... It's a week I'm chasing a bug here in my house and it's NO double meaning. An insect came inside from the window as soon as I took my plants inside from the balcony. They are stinking insects which eat fruits, they fly around and hide everywere but, overall, don't dare smashing them on the wall or closing them into your fist because they pollute the whole room in their terrible smell - they also might hide in bags or clothes. Well, it's a week this undesired guest lived inside my house and my partner's come back and forth to take care of me as I've been sick with flu. Anyways, every time the bug flew around, no way to catch it! In the end, today... I was just chilling out in bed, on my belly, ass up and my guy wanted to return me the favor of at least one load! I felt something strange from my shoulders, to my back, till my ass crack and assumed it was my man! What could I see, staying face down on the pillow? We had music and I concentrated on our own bodies, who cares about the rest? Anyway I finally felt it! The bug walked through my whole body until it reached my neck and started flying. Luckily it stopped on the pillow and my man has caught it, wrapped it in toilet paper and flushed it down! Now he's teasing me saying I was excited by the insect moving around my skin! But no, I was excited because I thought, assumed, it was him! Btw I've been successfully loaded then! Fuck that dream and his half realization, I'm still horrified thinking of that disgusting flying beast!!! Now my guy says he might blindfold me after having collected a dozen bugs in a box and have them walk/fly around me all times - possibly with something sweet and sticky on my body... It's the occasion I change the door lock and give him no longer access! Then, people ask me "aren't you annoyed to be monogamous"... Oh, well, no!

Waiting for next chapter! You have the skill of leaving me hanging... In this and all other stories you created.

I already replied with mine, but as my bf is here, I share his thoughts. He's stayed unhappily straight for 40 years. Even marrying a woman and jumping from a bed to another he always says "I'd free the caged lion trapped in my soul much, much earlier" but at least he's learned the joys of freedom and male sex at 53! Better late than never ...And I'm happy (proud) to be the one who set the beast free! No dangers no HIV fear no disrespect. He's discovered his closeted soul with the person he trusts most.

I expected this direction instead - I had once tried to write one in reversed role, that is the dominating man was pozzing the other by blood and once converted, the slave had to become a breeding machine. But that would have implied artificial help to keep him always hard and going, it wouldn't have been suitable for bugchasing fiction area but in the other area of the backroom, with me not knowing too much about the subject. So I simply archived it and let it go.

Oh, fuck! Nice start! But be careful - if the boy Josh who died had sexual encounters when he was a minor, you run the risk of having the story removed... Behave accordingly! - I had been removed last year for much less

keep on writing! Meanwhile I just took the main character's balls and hung them on my xmas tree 🎄🔥🤣

Oh damn, @tankbottom what the fuck is happening? My HIV may have a strong empathy with yours! That's why I'm feverish these days, our viruses are having a Christmas reunion without us humans knowing! [REAL] - I'm struggling with a particularly strong flu and I had a bad dream of my partner flushing my meds, replacing them with fake candies to force his pozzing. And what have I found when I woke up? The final part of your story referring to a guy flushing the main character's meds to force his viral load's increase! Yes I admit, despite my strong gifting fantasy that's something I'd never accept. A fear I had when my ex, the abuser, lived here. He wanted me off meds and I had to keep pills safe in the office to avoid him accessing them. I overcame it all but you know, dreams sometimes revive old fears. Anyways, my current bf and I, had a laugh at all this and shared the story's link. He had no time to read every previous part before so it ended up with poz talk as usual.