StageWhisper

I have a 00g PA. I'm looking for accessories. When one's gauge gets that big, it's tough to find interesting jewelry beyond rings and barbells. I am toying with the idea of getting a Prince Wand, but would also like to find some pieces that can really tear a person up inside other than the Cruel Condom. I'm also looking for reputable sources with good, high quality pieces. I don't need stainless steel--some large-scale plastic might be nice, too. I know this is the place to find experienced collectors who've found good stuff that works for them. Can anyone point me to some friendly websites that might offer jewelry of this type? Thanks so much!

It takes a lot to make me hate people, but these people have proven they're nothing but skin tags in the armpit of humanity. We have to be brave enough to play the game in the only way they understand: with no mercy. This is truly a battle for the definition of what it means to have a government for all the people. If Drumpf wins, it's a sign we lost the USA a long long time ago and just didn't know it. Beyond that, these people will still be there. So we have a LOT of deprogramming to do. The examples they've set for our younger people will linger for generations. We have to be strong enough to actively point out how people are hurting others, and not just rely upon their common sense and good graces to do it for us. It's clear they simply do not agree everyone is human, and we have to stop pussyfooting around if we want any shred of what we all hope we can have for our futures.

Ya gotta love poz incest!! SO hot! To have one's father turning out his sun and gifting him his DNA in a totally different way makes me drip!

Over the years, I've given myself permission to indulge in my more perverted interests that I keep hidden deep inside. I like to bring them out and play once in a while. My unspoken attraction to the dom/sub relationship led me to the world of leather and kink, and I found many playmates in my community to have fun with once I learned the ground rules and how to ask for what I wanted. But in a way, even those encounters were not enough. I think they were merely a gateway to a world of fantasy that has gloriously rotted my brain since then. I've not indulged in chems, as I know enough to realize I have an addictive personality and wouldn't know how to stop wisely. And I haven't actually indulged in anything illegal, but not for lack of desire. My body is not what it was, and I feel a bit more relegated to the world of imagination now than realistically accomplishing anything truly perverse in reality. I have a healthy fantasy life that has led me down the ladder into popper-bating, non-con incest fiction, younger/older, military, pain, and a bit of k9 kink as well. I am also a big fan of kink art, especially works that clearly depict age differences or males in painful situations (Some of my favorite artists include Michael Kerwin, Joseph, Heredia, Ian Hanks, Player, Josman, Roger, & Merida on the classics end, and some great Pixiv yaoi, bara, and shota artists on the contemporary side) . Some would say I'm a sloth and not brave enough to actually do anything in real life, but I like to think of myself as a juror that is still deliberating. Right now, I'm perfectly happy jerking off at home. I have a 00guage PA that has been earned over many years, and a collection of porn that I'm constantly adding to. I have joined a lot of the free sites that I know of, and I'm now flush with a bit more cash to explore paying for some sites that specialize in my fields of interest and maybe even support one of my favorite porn stars if I feel like it. I have more sounds coming and will eventually invest in a Prince Wand. I'm of an age where the more contemporary communication modes (kik and [deleted]) are still new to me, and i'm a bit befuddled by the user interface. I haven't indulged in streaming services yet, but I may explore that in the future as I finally shed the guilt of being discovered as a kinklover by particular people and communities in my life. This particular site seems to hit several of my own interests--poz and bareback sex being the most obvious, but I do love reading a good pozzing story in the fiction section. Makes me drip. My husband has kinks of his own that I let him indulge in, and he doesn't interfere with the ones I let him know about on my end. I know there's more going on with him than he shares, and I'm okay with that. I don't share everything that gets my rocks off with him, either. He doesn't know the depths of my [banned word] interests, and somehow that makes it a lot hotter. If I happen to find friends that help me play, as I discovered in the leather community, I know that he simply doesn't want to know details already. And that's good. Because I can be the evil sadist [banned word] I want to be and not worry. This is enough for now, I'll share more someday in the future.

My own first encounters were with some slightly older neighbor boys when I was 5. We sucked each other in my backyard dog house--we were small and young enough we could fit, and I didn't have a dog. Lasted about a year. It was the perfect hiding place. Shortly thereafter I sucked off two of my cousins in their shared bedroom and in their storage closet under their stairs. I think I was 6 or 7? They were 1 and 2 years older than I was. Years later, when I was 14, the youngest cousin and I rekindled our memories and played again, but by this time we knew enough to realize we weren't experimenting anymore. It was a mutual choice, and we once again exchanged blowjobs. Our encounters were far and few between because we lived far apart. We stopped playing by the time I turned 16. I rarely see him now, 35 years later. Those encounters helped me feel confident to keep exploring as I got into college, and led me to some awesome kinky fun and a very healthy fantasy life. I've come out as a gay man, and he's married. And I don't regret it at all. It is one of the things that has defined who I am. I once had a counselor try really really hard to convince me I was molested, but no--I knew that I wanted it, and I knew I wanted more. I wasn't abused and it didn't "scar me". I think a huge part of the guilt/shame/confusion/helplessness that sometimes develops comes from the people around us, not from our own understandings of what happened. I was a mutual participant and I enjoyed the hell out of it, and I refuse to accept their framing mechanism of it. Incest isn't for everyone, but it worked for me. And I'm quite proud of the kinky [banned word] fucker I grew up to be.