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I prop my bicycle up against the inside wall of the porch, slip my key into the lock of the front door and let myself in. I am breathing heavily. Sweating. It was all uphill. I divest myself of my backpack dumping it on the table in the hallway and then walk into the large L-shaped lounge and dining room before slipping my work jacket off and placing it around the back rest of one of the dining chairs. I become aware of activity from the kitchen – Sharon must be home early. I feel the need for a cup of tea, so I head for the kitchen. As I enter the room, I find myself becoming aroused whi… Daha fazlasını okun

It had surprised me at first. But then I thought maybe I shouldn’t be that surprised after all. And nowadays nothing surprises me. Funny how we evolve. Or maybe de-volve to the people we really are. That said, it all started with an email notification that I had received a message from a spanking forum that I belonged to. I had logged on and read the message which simply stated: Hi, I have read your story and believe you to be Mr Hartly. I am Lynn Green, and we need to meet up – I won’t be taking ‘no’ for an answer. ? She had also included her mobile number. Fuckin… Daha fazlasını okun

“You ask me if I love you – I don’t, and never will. You ask me if there’s a future for us – I haven’t a clue. Who knows what’s going to happen? Shit most likely. Shit’ll happen, so make the most of what time you’ve got in this world.” I was standing just inside her house, her rundown little house, her untidy little house: shabby décor, peeling wallpaper, damp and mouldy in places. Neglected, overgrown front garden. All she was wearing was a cream-coloured flannel dressing gown spotted randomly with unidentifiable stains – she was naked underneath, naked for me. She, Millie, was early fort… Daha fazlasını okun

She’s older now. Probably mid to late fifties. But she still looks great: tanned, slim and very good looking. She still looks like she could be trouble - nasty if you cross her. Maybe nasty even if you don’t cross her. Which was why I was so attracted to her, obsessed with her, because that kind of female fevers out the barely suppressed submission and masochism in me – the urge to throw myself at her feet, to beg her to hurt me, to humiliate me, to bankrupt me… About fifteen years ago she started working in a café close to my work, though I’d seen her about town on occ… Daha fazlasını okun

I watched helplessly, yet in agony myself, as her pale and long-limbed naked figure cartwheeled in the air down towards the rocky shore, all the time her piercing screams echoing around the bay. Just seconds later she impacted sickeningly and horribly on a large seaweed covered boulder leaving a large smear of crimson blood mixed with grey gore as her, now smashed, body slid off and behind the large rock with just her wrist and hand, now completely still, poking out. For a moment there was silence, a shocking silence. And then the seagulls resumed their screeching… *** “It’s time now, Matt,… Daha fazlasını okun

My day off. A Wednesday afternoon on a dull winter's day. A stark little upstairs spare room in a small nondescript house located in a characterless suburban cul-de-sac on the outskirts of the city. Only a few degrees above the outside temperature. Single light bulb hanging from a flex in the ceiling. No shade. He was standing there with an old tatty white tennis shoe -- which he'd proudly informed me a moment before had been gifted to him by a strict P.E. teacher now retired - in his right hand gently and casually slapping the open palm of his left hand with the hard red plastic sole of it.… Daha fazlasını okun

It is about half seven, Saturday evening, and I am lying on my blue sofa idly watching television when the buzzer for the outside door sounds jolting me out of my lethargy. It'll be Claire, I think and instantly a tingle of excitement passes through me. I get up and press the door release outside my kitchen. Through the intercom I hear her enter the hallway two storeys down. I then click up the latch on my front door and wait for her to ascend the two long flights of stairs. I swing open the door as she reaches the landing and she is a treat, a real treat: knee length felt black bootees, bl… Daha fazlasını okun

Friday, about half five, early November, she had phoned me from her car. Told me she was now travelling home to an empty house with an empty heart - she'd been dumped, dumped callously: a cursory, emotionless message left on her voicemail. And already halfway to his large house in the country... "I-I don't want to go home," she had blurted out, sounding almost in tears. I had been the follower of her kinky escapades shared freely on her profile, ridden vicariously the roller coaster ride of her loves, her career, her social life, had commented humorously, wittily, and insightfully on her blo… Daha fazlasını okun

You pad out of the bathroom totally naked. Your wavy and thick shoulder-length corn-blonde hair is still a little damp, but you love it that way, love the feel of it, the smell of it, the lustrous image of it. You are totally cleansed, pure, and refreshed after your shower, and your vagina is freshly shaved and completely bare, a kind of born-again virginity – perfection. Your bowels and bladder are empty, and you have sipped half a tumbler of spring water – you need nothing to distract you, not even the tiniest hint of thirst, to diminish in any way the beauty, the divinity, or stall the… Daha fazlasını okun

It’s a really hot day. Not a cloud in the sky. Sun beating down. June. Monday. You are in the office alone. Lunch. And everyone is out. But not you. Way behind schedule. It’s sweltering and you’ve just been to the restroom and removed your bra and black lace panties to keep cool. But it’s futile. Your face feels flushed with the heat and beads of perspiration keep running down your cheeks. You unbutton your white corporate short-sleeved shirt as far down as possible without your F-cup size breasts tumbling out. You feel the backs of your bare thighs sticking against the plastic of the chai… Daha fazlasını okun

Lulu, Diane, and I are all ambling slowly over the gravel to the arched entrance of the Abbey. Diane is paler than how I remember her. And every time that I glance at her, her age has shifted: one moment she is s*******n, the next she is sixty, then forty, then twenty. It’s a weird effect. “What’s it like to be a ghost?” I ask Diane. “It’s not too bad,” she replies, and adds: “I’ve met a few others like me, and we can go travelling anywhere in the world. Instantaneously. And for free. We’re working our way round all the great cities in the world.” “Isn’t that good,” I turn and say to Lul… Daha fazlasını okun

A couple of decades ago I was in the office when my colleague pointed out an advert in the local paper and said to me, “You’re always telling us how short of money you are, Matt, so here’s an opportunity to earn a few bob.” He’d passed the paper over, and I’d read the ad which stated: We are looking for models for our life drawing classes. Must be over 18. No experience necessary but you must be willing to be unclothed. Typically, you would be expected to hold a variety of poses for up to 30 minutes. Full supervision will be given. £11 per hour. I’d handed the newspaper back and had r… Daha fazlasını okun

Sunday morning. Lazy Sunday morning. Early summer. Just warming up. She was sat there. In the old rocking chair by the window. Naked. Smoking a cigarette. Silent. Just thinking. But I don’t know what about. Enigmatic. Impossible to fathom. That’s what she was at times. Difficult too. Yeah, she could be… difficult. She intrigued me though. And I loved her. Lusted for her. Lusted for her slim, well-proportioned and thirty-four-year-old body. She was intelligent. Competent. Confident. Artistic. Independent. In control. Too good for me? Maybe? We’d been fucking above the covers. I’d k… Daha fazlasını okun

I was a cheap guy in a cheap hotel. A cheap room. She was kind of cheap too, but I think I may have been a little cheaper. Now I think about it. I'd always fancied her. Always wanted to fuck her. Always wanted to see her naked body. Wanked about the fantasy a couple of times. She'd always known I'd fancied her. Lusted after her. She could see it. Smell it on a guy. It never fazed her. She'd fuck who she wanted. And fuck off those she didn't. Simple. She had no morals. No ambition. Lived for the moment. A series of low paying jobs. Cleaner. Factory worker. Checkout girl. Barmaid. Waitress. N… Daha fazlasını okun

I’m just waiting for the second of two videos I’ve made recently to finish being processed before uploading them; though it will take a couple of days before they go live. The first video is of me getting a flogging, unfortunately the missus had a bit of a sore arm and was unable to deliver the lashes with full force which was extremely disappointing, so I called it off. She was quite apologetic but quite frankly unless a beating is so painful that one can barely endure it then it isn’t worth doing. But I’ve uploaded it anyway. For what it’s worth. The second video is of us having a bit of n… Daha fazlasını okun

Just me and her now. Well, just me. I gaze into her steel blue eyes to try and see her soul. I see... nothing. She blinks once. I slap her hard across her left cheek with the palm of my right hand. She sways and nearly over balances onto the bed. It feels good to hit her. I like hitting and brutalising females - it's the only thing that really turns me on. I guess I'm a real nasty cunt. She brings her hand up to her face to massage her cheek bone. I would like to believe it really stung. "Why did you do that?" She appears stunned, bewildered. And sounds hurt. "… Daha fazlasını okun

I am walking along on the damp sand close to the water. Random strands of seaweed. The briny air. A cool breeze. I am between sleeping and waking. I'm kind of going in a directionless direction - but aren't we all? The to-and-froing of the waves, the breathing of the ocean... I look up and see that the sky is smeared and streaked and blended, orange and pink and purple and blue. Beautiful. I look along and make out what looks like wreckage... I hasten my pace and the sand attempts to pull at my feet, slow me down, impede my progress... In front of me is the shattered and smashed hull of… Daha fazlasını okun

Fluffy white clouds... I want to hurt you, reduce you to a grovelling, snivelling wreck. I want to ‘cure’ you of your masochism... ruin your pathetic submissive fantasies. I want you to cry ‘abuser’. I want to hear you cry abuser. Yeah, what could be more sadistic or crueller than destroying your weird masochistic fantasy by beating it the fuck out of you. I want you to feel like shit when you beg me to stop, like a coward or a wimp. "I thought this was what you wanted." And you stumble and stutter and make excuses that no one believes... And you pick up your clothes and get… Daha fazlasını okun

I always say that it’s all about consensuality between informed adults. Always say that. Bang on about it. Bore people with it. But maybe the only person I’m trying to convince is myself. Maybe. Scroll back. Rewind back over thirty years. Relive. A scruffy run down lounge in a down-market flat in an up-market area of a down-market town… "Look why don’t you try it? You never know you may enjoy it. I do." "Okay," she says. "It will be better if you’re naked." "Okay," she says again. But this time more nervously. A few minutes later she enters the room – naked. She’s a sexy bitch, which… Daha fazlasını okun

Monday 27th July 2020 Could I Be an Old Gay Porn Star? Asking for a friend. Well, that's normally what people would put after a question like that to extract a chuckle, but my Missus actually suggested that out of the blue lateish last night. I can't remember the exact words but it was something like: "You should think about starting your own website cos you're very popular with a lot of gay men as you fit into the category of an older daddy bear type." "Are you... serious?" "Yep. I think you could make some money." "Well... thanks for the vote of confidence.… Daha fazlasını okun