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I’m always going to get mine.

June 16th, 2015 1 comment

My stomach sank when he said it.

I was on my knees in front of him. His beautiful cock was buried deep in my throat. His hands were fisted in my hair. And my mind was going a mile a minute, trying to figure out what I’d done wrong.

“You’re supposed to be a teasy slut,” he said. “Did you forget how to turn me on?”

My blood ran cold. He’d come to me, naked, fresh from the shower. His hands had found my tits, and I had given a half hearted lick to his stomach, my hands in my lap, as if I had no god damned sense in my head.

“Don’t you think your hand should be on that when it’s that close?” he had asked.

I had grinned sheepishly and wrapped my hand around his cock, but I definitely had lacked that certain something that says, “This is what I want to be doing.”

That’s no bueno. Read more…

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30DoK: Hindsight

January 10th, 2011 Comments off

Day 4: Any early experiences that, in retrospect, hint at your kinks?

When I was a kid, my elementary-best-friend (we met at 4 and moved away from each other the first time at 8) and I used to act out rape scenes with our Barbies. Jordan Knight was always the rapist.

(Yes… I had a Jordan Knight Ken doll. I wanted Joe McIntyre or Donnie Wahlberg, but my mom, as usual, waited till the very last second to go shopping for my Christmas stuff, and all that was left was Jordan Knight. So… since I didn’t want him to begin with, he was the natural choice.)

We used to come up with some fucked up scenarios. Branding, and scalding, and cutting, and all sorts of torment went into our rape scenes. And I have no idea where they came from. I don’t know who started it. I don’t know who came up with the most bizarre stuff. I just remember that we both were equally interested, and we both tried to top each other. Read more…

HNT – Humbled in Silence

October 21st, 2010 2 comments

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