In modern usage, this term has generally been interpreted to describe the post-orgasmic state of unconsciousness that some people have after having some sexual experiences. I’ve read about this and was familiar with the concept, but I’ve never experienced it, until this past week when Tripp gave me what is arguably the most intense orgasmContinue reading “La Petite Mort”
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It Was Supposed To Be Foreplay
It happened again, for the second time in my locked life. I came “hands free”, which is how I want to come when I am allowed, but doesn’t seem to happen. While it was one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had, it wasn’t supposed to happen that way, at least not quite soContinue reading “It Was Supposed To Be Foreplay”
Leather and Naïveté
I was a student until I was 26 years old and money was always tight. A big night out was a cheesesteak wit, so I didn’t own much in the way of gear. I used to go occasionally to the Bike Stop, the leather bar in Philly, and was always envious of the leather cladContinue reading “Leather and Naïveté”
Fantasies
We all have sexual dreams and fantasies, and I have my share. One of my biggest fantasies came (mostly) true; to be a slave to a Master. In my head, I’d be a 24/7/365 slave, not the part time slave I am, but what I do have is pretty damn good. I’m not sure IContinue reading “Fantasies”
Thrupling
A long, long time ago, I was in a thruple ( I just learned that word from Netflix). I think I was 23 or 24 years old. I met James and Danny at Woody’s in Philly on a Sunday afternoon. James cruised me all afternoon and we talked and flirted a bit. He asked meContinue reading “Thrupling”
I Knew I was Kinky When…
There’s been a meme going around Twitter. People are posting images from TV, books, or films from their past that stirred their initial homosexual lust. Even before that particular lust started in me, the bdsm lust was there. From a very early age I was turned on by images of bondage and torture. The factContinue reading “I Knew I was Kinky When…”
Update
After my post yesterday, Tripp told me to put on my uniform. I didn’t want to. I wasn’t feeling it. He said to do it anyway. He took me upstairs. He had laid it out and he helped me get dressed. He plugged me. He tucked my cage in and did up my pants. HeContinue reading “Update”
Of Collars and Cages
One of my Twitter followers pointed out that I’m not collared in my blog cover pic. “Aren’t you in a steel collar?” he asked. Yes, I usually am. I picked that photo because I liked it, and other than not having my collar on at that moment, I think it represents me well. I feelContinue reading “Of Collars and Cages”
I’m calling Shenanigans
I read an article about the rise of the leather scene. The author claimed that gay men began wearing leather gear because it was “hyper-masculine” and a response to the view that gay men were effeminate. It argued it arose from motorcycle gangs and was meant to intimidate. Bullshit. It’s arguably masculine, but I don’tContinue reading “I’m calling Shenanigans”
New Boots
I’ve always wanted a pair of Paul Bond cowboy boots. I think they’re stunning, but they’re also expensive. I’ve looked at them and drooled over them for years. For whatever reason, the fates aligned and I happened to look on eBay and there they were; brand new, exactly as I would have designed them, myContinue reading “New Boots”
