Her Journal

I was a friend of the family for years. Lived down the block. Years had gone by and now I babysat for Mrs. Anderson quite often for her nine year old. I was 18 and it seemed I knew Mrs. Anderson all my life. At least I thought I did. Mrs. Anderson was a single Mom. The father of her child left nearly five years ago. Never much knew why. Mrs. Anderson...Ok...Terry...was very attractive. My body had grown and I was quite aware of this for quite some time. Frankly, she paid me badly to babysit according to what a boy my age needed. But I was doing it more now to see her than anything else. She had no idea of my crush, but she had known me and my family since I was nine so that possibility probably never entered her mind. Terry kept herself in great shape for a woman who was probably nearing 40. She worked many hours in a business office to make ends meet. As far as I know...no real man in her life since her divorce. Not until now that is.

I'll always remember the evening I was snooping in her bedroom. Yeah...fantasizing too; when I found her journal in the back of a bedroom dresser drawer. I read throughout the evening with first shock...then the most unruly hard on I ever had. In the journal she exposed her submissive desires. She wrote of many fantasies she had. Most as the consensual submissive. Some...on what she called her "dark days" she wrote of fantasies of certain men at her office breaking into her house and....well...you know.

She came home early that night and I did not have a chance to put her journal back. I tucked it into my shirt to hide it when I heard the front door open. I went home with it. What choice did I have? Perhaps it was the thought of her looking for her secret book later that night and knowing that I had it that made me insane. Perhaps that and my own desires.

In the morning, after the bus picked up her daughter, I went to Terry's house. She opened the door and a robe was not doing a good job hiding a red nightie. "You have something of mine", she mumbled. I knew I had gone insane but I entered the house and told her to close the door. I then took a deep breath and told her that I would give her the journal back if we played out one of her fantasies.


I won't dwell on the cursing and objections that ensued, but redfaced and heading for the door she stopped me and agreed. I gathered myself and told her, "well then...let us start by you taking off that robe, getting on the couch and putting your arms behind your back". She complied...and the lust in me gladly took the coils of rope out of my pocket and started to bind her arms behind her back. She let out little squeels as rope tightened and well did it's job. I then pushed her to her back on the couch and duct taped her mouth shut. I then grabbed her upper arm and started to escort...well drag her to her bedroom. She started to fight me and ashamed I stopped. I pulled the tape from her mouth and apologized. Her breasts were heaving as she was breathing quite hard. Damn she was more beautiful than I ever had thought.

She collected herself and spoke directly and with a bit of venom. "I'm playing my role as the unwilling victim...you play yours you little bastard". The last thing she said before I re-gagged her sent shivers through my whole body.
She started nibbling a bit on my ear and said, "You have no idea how long I have been waiting for you to find that journal". I then had no problem finding the strength to drag my fighting "captive" to the bedroom. In years to come I always wondered who exactly caught who.

The protector

You have such a great friend...a protector. She'll watch out for you if you get too wild. She promises she will. You know you cannot handle your liquor very well and tend to get a bit...bold when you drink. But that does not matter because your friend says she will watch out for you...your protector.

Alas, your friend's idea of protecting you is letting that guy at the club feed you drink after drink after drink. Your protector is busy on the dance floor. However, friends to the end yet competitors forever your protector decides to look in on you because the possibility looms that you are having a bit more fun than she.

God she is right. The drinks are now shots and the shots are now an offer of pills. You look at your protector and she nods her approval. Now feeling too wonderful to refuse an invitation Dr. Feelgood's house. The protector tells you all will be well and possibly even get better.

Now you and your protector gagged and bound on some mattress in a basement. Dr. Feelgood is taking photographs. He is arranging your clothes to expose you...posing you...threatening you not to move. This game now getting a bit scary. A knife now cutting off your clothes. Your now sober eyes looking at your protector. She wiggles and squirms in her bonds and muffled words tell you that all will be alright. She will protect you.

your eyes

Friend of the family Part 2

The truth be told, I didn't do anything to harm her...mark her. I was quite gentle actually. However, she told me of agressive fantasies in our talk and thus did not mind making her feel for a few moments that she had trusted me too much. Through the course of our session I would find reasons to ungag her. Giving her ample opportunity to request we stop.

She gave me her complete trust. Most of the night we shared ourselves and it wasn't until dawn that I thought to ask a question. I asked her if my daughter "set us up". Kim confessed that she had a crush on me for quite some time and Rachel did give her blessing as well as her absence for the evening. Kim added that Rachel knew nothing of the "kinky stuff" and preferred it stayed that way. "Hey...no problem there", I said.

She moved in with me a month later. Furthermore, I leave work on time now.

Friend of the family

I cannot even recall why she was in the house alone with me...cannot recall why it developed at all. I had been a widower for two years now and the shock of my wife suddenly leaving us was falling away. Falling away whereas I was starting to take second glances at some of my daughter's friends. My daughter was now 19 and likewise her friends were also. Still would never dream, beyond my dirty thoughts that is, that I'd be telling this story of her friend "Kim" and what happened that night.

Posterchild for the workaholics I was. So it was not unique for me to not come home from work until 8 or 9pm. My social life was little more than fantasy and the internet at the time I dare say. I don't even remember my daughter saying she would be gone until the following morning. I do barely remember her saying that "Kim" needed a place to stay for a couple of days.

I completely forgot that Kim was in the house and almost jumped out of my skin when she spoke at my bedroom entrance. I was on the computer and fortunately have the screen turned away from the doorway. I was quickly able to click off the er...informational site I was on. She greeted me and was nice enough to pretend that my face was not flushed via my computer surfing that she interrupted. "Where is Rachel?", I said. "She forgot some things at her dorm room and said she would just stay there and come back in the morning". She also said, "She told me she told you...didn't she?" I replied, "Um...yes...but I just assumed you would have gone with her". Embarrassed I quickly also said, "you're more than welcome here though...no problem".

Then my dark mind went to work. Of course it was no problem. She looked to be clad for bed. She had on an oversized t-shirt that flowed over her quite nicely. My eyes swam over the more than generous flesh her legs exposed. I've almost been resentful at times at how my daughter's friends sometimes were dressed with me around. I would inwardly curse them and wonder if they realized I was a god damn man and quite undead. Then make an excuse to leave the room.

This time it was different. This friend was not dressed slutty, yet still was an eyeful. However, she strayed from the norm and wasn't pretending I was not there. I tried to stay calm, but was mortified that she was staring at a most visible erection that had erupted in my flannel pajama bottoms. God bless her she tried to calm me. "You're a man and you're alone in a house with a woman who is wearing nothing but one of your t-shirts...don't be ashamed". She soothed me further, "I said 'woman'. I'm 19...sir."

It was the way she said, "sir" that drew me to further attention. I tried to act smooth. "Is there a purpose for entering my bedroom"? Then she did most of the talking. Words that I never will forget. She said she had done some snooping in my bedroom while I was at work. She giggled and said that she was good at that. So good that she found the shoebox in the closet with the bondage magazines in there. Moreover, she found the cedar box under the dresser with the cuffs and other toys in it. Wild man? Hardly. I hadn't touched either stash since Rachel's mother died. But they had seen their day. Heh.

She said that she had a small deal for me. She said that my secret was safe as long as I answered her questions. She said she had desires. Many of which was depicted in the magazines I had. We both sat on the bed and talked frankly for perhaps a couple of hours. Seemed like minutes. She was so adoreable. The conversation was honest enough for her to ask if I was thinking of doing some of those things with her. "Of course i am", I said. But that it would be a large step in trust for two people who have been together for two hours. Yet I thought of a way to test the waters without touching her...for now. I told her to take my magazines out of the closet and to show me the photo or photostory that turned her on the most.

She brought me a magazine and sat near as she showed me a photostory of a woman in an oversized t-shirt who was gagged with her wrists and ankles cuffed. A man had his hand on her inner thigh. It could have been a consensual or non-consensual story as there was not any dialogue. The viewer to interpret it to his or her satisfaction. I had to ask, "if you fantasize being this girl, is she a voluntary paricipant or not?" She told me "both". She explained that the woman is cuffed and gagged voluntarily, but perhaps has second thoughts when the man starts to fondle and touch her. I started to weaken and asked, "would you wish for me to make you feel this way?" I took a deep breath and said, "If you mean that then you know where my box of toys is". I told her then that if we start this, then I would have to finish it. She knew what I was talking about and asked just how long before she could ask me to stop. I said, "same as the story in the magazine...until you are gagged my beauty".

Within moments she was cuffed and on her belly on my bed. I approached her with a knotted scarf. "Should I be scared", she purred. I rolled her on her back and touched the bed where her precious had been carressing. Damp and nearly drenched it was. I smiled and softly pressed the scarf against her lips. She opened and playfully squirmed as I tied it tightly behind her neck.

With a chuckle i reached under the mattress to expose a hidden magazine. In it was part two of the photostory she had picked out for me to see. I showed her some of the photos of the further adventures of her heroine. I caught a glimpse of her kind of anxiously pulling at her cuffs as I said, "did I mention that it's one of my favourite photo stories too?" I then rolled my cuffed curious one on her belly and my hand started slowly running up her thigh to begin the adventure she picked out for us.

Night before xmas

Twas the night before xmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring except for Mr. Kade's special mouse

Mrs. Kade's stockings were hung with great care
In the hopes that Mr. Kade's special mouse would soon be there

The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of evil flowed through Simon's head

Swiftly Simon jumped on his bed and arose such a clatter
alas the fair maiden was soon well fettered


The rest my droogies is best kept out of sight
Merry Xmas to all and to all a good night

Happy Holidays

...hope you get everything you want.

Christmas Time Is Here

I was kind of thinking that since it's Christmas time that all dirty thoughts should be put aside for peace and harmony....

Cripes...I am so ashamed. Trying hard to think only pleasant christmas peace on earth kind of things. Good will toward men. Oh come all ye faithful. All that stuff. Yule tide thoughts....

Ok...to heck with it. Love the anklets.

Sweater Girls

Just a quick "I'm late for work" salute to the tight sweater girl. It may be only 15 degrees outside, but we're not going to wear a coat and show off the goodies anyways. As I've said in another post, my hats off to the babes who ignore the elements because their thirst for teasing dicks is far much stronger than their fear of freezing to death.

Just that cold last night and this bra-less gorgeous girl in a skin tight long sleeved thermal top walks by. No coat. Go girl go!!

The Shy Girl

Very fortunately for me, most all of this is based on fact. Some facts changed to protect the innocent...or the shy. I had dated this shy girl for a few weeks. We were both very young. Me, anyways very inexperienced. She was a nice girl...very quiet, reserved. Of course at age 17, my wildest dreams imagined at best maybe my tongue rolling over her nipples at some point. I hadn't so much as laid a hand on her yet. I must confess perhaps it was me that was more shy at that age. Not in my wildest dreams did I imagine what would happen when she announced that she was taking ME out on a date.

She picked me up at 7:30 sharp. A snowy day. December too as I recall. Punctual petite girl she was. She took me to the movies. Insisted on paying for me. Said something to the effect of, "let ME entertain today". What the heck I thought. She held my hand and practicly pulled me into the theater. We were fashionably late, but even though dark, I could tell the theater was a sea of empty seats. Yet she pulled me to the back row anyways. Before I could object she said something about getting headaches if she is is too close to the screen. A delicious liar she was.

An hour into the movie and the actors on screen doing something quite...carnal, I felt her hand running up my thigh. Hey, at age 17 with the nudity on the big screen I was rock hard already. Of course, I felt that I was going to be embarrassed when she discovered that, but she gently kissed my neck to communicate her approval. She whispered in my ear, "put your coat on your lap". There is something about a girl rubbing your cock that makes a boy quite obediant. I quickly covered her exploring hand. I nearly squeeled out loud when the...."shy" girl unzipped my jeans and put her hand inside my pants. She stroked me darn near to orgasm, but stopped short. I thought it, but as bold as she was she didn't go down on me. She just made a production of putting a coat on her lap. Returning the favor I ran my hand up her thigh and under the jean skirt she wore. The journey ended discovering no panties and a tuft of wet and soiled hair. My middle finger entered easily. I explored eagerly...at that point only vaguely afraid of anyone taking notice. I was clueless what action would satisfy her, but figured when she opened her legs a bit wider during one effort that it must be the magic spot. She was breathing rapidly...and suddenly she grabbed my wrist and made me stop. She said, "soon"....and motioned we leave.

We went out to her car. I cracked a little smile recalling that she told me she was parking so far away from the other cars because she didn't want her daddy's car scratched. Turns out she was TOO good of a liar, but that skill worked in my favor as far as that evening went. I put my hand on the front door....she said, "wrong door" and motioned that I should get into the back. The wonderful snowstorm not only covering our tracks but starting to quickly cover the window on the door we disturbed upon entrance. Our privacy ensured, she was on me in a flash. My inhibitions set aside, I quickly provided myself with my modest fantasy and her nipples. My pants to my ankles and laying back on the seat...she was well prepared to take care of me. She said, "I picked this out for you...bet it's the right size". It took all my concentration to not cum right then and there as she slid the condom down my rod. She then rubbed my cock around her entrance and said, "let me".
She slowly rode down my pole and began to ride me....her body twisting and feeling her intimate muscles grabbing at me. Just as well this way I thought. I'd only had a couple of cheap, quick sessions at that point in my life and if she wanted to satisfy herself this would be the way for her. She squeeled with pleasure...my signal that it was now ok to concentrate on my release. Grabbing her beautiful ass cheeks I started to pound into her to satisfy myself. Of course it didn't take long to explode...her body now spasming in delight around our protection.

We put our clothes back on and giggled as we faught the space restrictons for getting into the front seat without having to go outside. She brought me back home and the shy girl let me out and said, "I'll call you". She never did. She was a great liar.

Office Politics

This evening's glass is raised in honour of the December office Christmas Party and the January office re-organization that it often brings. Cheers!

Lisa's Adventures

Not really a blog, but what was once kind of a diary for an adventureous girl. The site, Lisa's Adventures, is where our heroine used to have a lucky someone (presumably a boyfriend), tie her up in perilous situations and have him take photos of her. Also, part of her obsession was with her "tummy". One could certainly tell that by the photos at this site.

Alas, looks like it's been a couple of years since she has updated the site. Perhaps she now has a man that prefers not to share her adventures to thousands of other men on the internet. All the same, I'll always check in from time to time to see if a new adventure awaits us.

Christmas Shopping Story

My name is Sandy and my life was a boring string of no risks until last night. I, against my better judgement started flirting with this guy at a dating type site where it was established from the start that we are both living in the same town. I teased him by sending him photos of my body...but never my face. He did the same. Now ordinarily I find men doing that kind of pathetic. But there was something about him. Our teasing many times would drive him to the point of him begging to meet me. I would tell him that I did not think it a good idea to be somewhere alone with him. Yet I did not let on just how tempted he was making me.

Then one morning as we online chatted he made a daring suggestion that made my heart want to jump out of my chest. "One of the fitting rooms at a store in the mall", he said. "Is that a public enough place for you"?

He had me at the breaking point anyways. Three months now teasing of pleasing each other without so much as a photo with a real face on it. I melted at what he wanted me to do. He must have thought about this for quite some time. He named a store at the mall and I had shopped there often. The store had a huge fitting room area where both sexes used the same area. Then he listed his take it or leave it commands. "8pm. I want you to wear black boots with a light coloured skirt, you are not to wear panties. I want you to wear a black scarf around your neck. You are to have two red blouses and shopping around the fitting room area entrance. I'll approach you from behind and say, "a lovely evening for trying on something new".

I was not naive...I knew his only fetish may be to get women to do this, yet never identify himself at the store. But I said yes...good god..yes.

Around 8pm and around that fitting room. I had done everything I was told. Without panties on I was starting to get afraid that my juices dripping down my leg might expose my thoughts to all. Then I thought how silly I would feel if this was a ploy...a joke....an awful thought that maybe a table of men in the restaurant within view were laughing at how gullible I was. Then out of nowhere a voice behind me, "a lovely evening for trying on something new". "Don't turn around"...."you know where to go".

All I saw was his strong arm open the door of a dressing room booth in front of me and at that point he kind of pushed me inside in an all business...yet somehow non threatening way. He told me to stand in the corner and don't even think about turning around. He was breathing heavy behind me. He took the scarf off of my neck and wrapped it around me eyes. Then he pulled my arms over my head and his other hand reached up my skirt to see if his hidden condition had been met. He whispered...."don't move your hands from up there unless you wish me to tie them up there". I was so excited I could not even speak. My ears now listening to what was going on....I was quiet....but I sincerely thought my deep breaths may expose us. I heard him unbuckling his pants....getting himself ready. He took my hands and pulled them behind my back. He placed them on his arroused manhood. A most delicious way for him to assure me that a condom was where it should be. He then raised my arms again and lifted my skirt. His arrow easily met it's target. I tried as well as I could, but soon one of his hands held my mouth shut...trying to silence my moans of pleasure the best I could. We both orgasmed the same time....feeling his hot cum bounce against his walled barrier. Then he turned his blinded prize around and he kissed me deeply. He nibbled at my ear and whispered, "was it just the right size or would you like to try on something bigger". I laughed out loud and he again cupped my mouth...."quiet"...him holding back relieved laughter himself.

He told me to give him a couple minutes before leaving the dressing room as he made his exit. It took a bit of time to get myself together. I'm not sure why I expected him to be out there waiting for me....but maybe another day, a place, and a list of directions awaits my email box when I get home.

Peeping Tom?

I remember once having this apartment. I lived upstairs and a very attractive woman lived downstairs. I was not there long enough to really introduce myself to her or get to know her before she caught me looking at her as she left for work one morning from my window. I admit it. She liked to wear butt hugging business skirts and I liked catching a glimpse every now and then. So she caught me peeking from my window. I guess by the look on my face she knew I wasn't checking to see what the weather was doing.

Anyways, she reacted by coating her bedroom window with aluminum foil. I would never lurk OUTSIDE to peep into somone's window. Guess she thought I looked the type that would.

So here is the question. Don't I have the right to look out my window and look at whatever the world has to offer? Whether that is a beautiful sunset or the blonde cutie next door in her backyard...I don't see the problem. I think if it's my window then it's my view. If it's through your window then it's wrong.

I'll even say that if I am looking out my window to look inside someone else's window then that would be wrong. However, if the girl next door is sunbathing in a skimpy bikini....I'm looking. I'm not a peeping tom. But I am a man.

Friendly Chat

Yes...I am in the mood for surfing chat rooms every now and then. Once in awile you can find someone who shares the same fantasies as yours. It's fun to play. For me it's better to be honest. My real home situation, not looking to meet etc. It develops trust to share dark secrets of our mind. I see no harm. And certainly this passionate woman I chatted with today does not either.

She told me that she would like for a man to pretend he is abducting her. To make it as real as possible. They would meet once beforehand and spell out some rules. Then she would await him going into action....but not know where or when. It turns out in our story she melted at the thought of being pulled into a van in a vast parking lot. She wanted her "abductor" to use her as soon as possible...without hesitation. I throw in some reality, "well a real abductor is going to drive away from that parking lot as soon as possible. In case his actions were observed." She said, "of course" and I drove away to a predetermined out of the way place. She was gagged loosely and said during my having my way she wished to be gagged with her own panties. My take was that her character was starting to get scared, that my preparations were too real and was trying to get me to stop when the panties were forced in her mouth. Then I took care of the business at hand.


The story progresses where she is taken to a place where other toys await her. She wanted to be treated as my pleasure slave...I enjoyed playing up to her fantasy. I throw my twist on the story. I make her character believe that she would be my full time slave. That this arrangement would be forever instead of an overnight fantasy as promised. She told me she loved the story. I, in jest, asked her where she lived. That's where fantasy talk best end I would think. Wouldn't want any chance of anything like this to be real...right?

Stringy

I love stringy blonde hair. Falling all over her beautiful face. It looks like it is in such disarray, but you know she knows where every single lock is. My eyes melt in her presence. The lights dimly lit, but she seems to glow in the dark. And that glow only flows from a natural blonde.

I was once in love with with such a girl. So long ago. Odd what you remember. Time has eroded many things. But that hair...that beautiful hair. I think the last memory I shall ever have is the way she looked naked with only the dim light of a streetlamp in the room. And the way she brightened my soul.

She never could feel quite the same of me. She asked that I let her move on. It was a struggle and eventually I did. In miles only as I will always be hers. I spent years trying to escape and only began to live once I accepted what I could not change. Thankfully most memories have faded....but that glow. There will always be that glow.

Lost

It's Wednesday night and it's "Lost" night. It's my favourite television show. I love the tropical polar bears, the invisible monsters and star Evangeline Lilly getting wet.

In addition to that I love the bunker, the fat guy who won the lottery, the paryalytic bald guy that can somehow walk and star Evangeline Lilly getting wet.

I also like the Korean girl that can speak English, the Korean guy who can speak Korean, the Southern Mr. Haney-like guy and I like when star Evangeline Lilly gets wet.

....I really hate that dweeby little English heroin addict musician asshole but I'll still watch on the chance that I can see his girlfriend wet.

Unspeakable

I know you are a bit frightened. But we discussed many times how I would play. Still I can see in your misty yet lustful eyes that you were a bit unprepared for the lack of smalltalk that took place prior to me pushing you on the bed and cuffing you moments after you entered my hotel room. Yes, you begged me not to gag you. But you begged me many times to not gag you when we played this same game online. You dressed just like I told you....short skirt....button down blouse. I sincerely hope that the bag you brought with you contains some extra clothes as I recommended. I've fantasized often of this. Tying your legs down and slowly shedding your clothes from you. Those panties....I told you to wear what you felt flatter you the best. You are breathtaking. Your panties are soaked....but you know I will tease you quite a bit longer.

I look into your eyes. You are moaning into your gag. I speak out loud, "I am going to do unspeakable things to you". I smile. By "unspeakable" I mean that she will never tell her rich husband of this evening with a stranger.

She cums yet again. Her wrists yank at the cuffs as her body spasms. I speak to her as I caress her intimately. "Perhaps I should take you with me....keep you my captive forever". She's so sexy squirming on the bed. Her pleads still muffled by a perfectly placed knotted scarf. Though tempting, I am, of course just still playing. I am pretty sure she knows I am jesting also, though I am rapidly growing hard again watching her wiggle and squirm on the bed as if my threat of her "abduction" is real. Yes...just one more time.

Her husband has no idea what a natural submissive he owns. And that is the way it shall be again. I uncuff her and bind her. I assure her that she's been tied where she should easily be able to work her way loose in twenty to thirty minutes. She knows I am leaving now. I ungag her and kiss her deeply. I softly reapply the gag and whisper, "sorry, no smalltalk. This is the only way we should remember the evening". I make my exit. She does not know my name. She does not know where I live. Yet in many ways she indeed is my captive forever. As I am hers.

Raymi

Here is a salute to girls who like to post naked pictures of themselves on their blog. No strong opinions pro or con. If a woman wishes to express themselves that way....I certainly do not object. One prime example is Raymi the Minx. I've been checking out her blog for a long time well before I decided to evolve into a full time perv. Raymi makes the erotic photography work because the photos are taken artisticly and she is one heck of a writer. At least a heck of a writer if you have the time to decipher what is going on. I like the kind of girl where you are not quite sure if the best way to keep up with her is downing strong coffee or Jack Daniels and xanax. Kudos to you Raymi. There is certainly far worse out there that can be cluttering your link list.

Mirror

This very early Sunday post is dedicated to the mirror gimmick shot. Some done very well I might add. Like this one. Some not done very well. Like the beauty pointing the flash camera into the mirror where all we see is some hair and a bright light. One other thing to say about the photo above is that if you're going to spend five days a week on a stairmaster to have an ass like that then you might as well show it off. Well done indeed.

Motel Fantasy

The fantasy is this...we've chatted online for months. Teasing each other to a frenzy. Finally we take a plunge and meet. A motel room halfway between our real worlds. Beforehand I tell her that the rules are simple. That once together my commands will be of no surprise. They will be of the nature of the roleplay games we have played scores of times before on the internet. A knock on the door and you enter. A quick hug and I say, "I trust you brought that pink night outfit you talk so much about?" I command you go into the bathroom and change into it. You comply. You come out and there are two pair of handcuffs on the bed. You gaze at them quietly. I say, "this should be no surprise, we talked about this...that it would start this way." I continue, "get on the bed and cuff yourself, your ankles first, of course, then your arms behind your back." You hesitate. "Like we said, if you wish not to then no hard feelings...I have the willpower to walk away...so far." "If only a nice dinner is our destiny so be it". "This is my condition....YOU must start our journey."

My heart leaps as you crawl on the bed and slowly cuff yourself. I take the packing out of my pocket and the long scarf. "You know there remains this step". Her eyes are fearful, but my feelings are that she is also dripping wet. I speak. "This is your last chance to back out of this adventure. Once gagged, you will not be hurt...but make no mistake....you will be owned by me until dawn". She speaks her mind, "How indeed would I be able to stop you now if you decided to take me anyways." I nodded in agreement and said, "True. All you can hope for at this point is my word. My word is genuine....but make no mistake....this is your last chance. You choose....my slave for the evening....or my beautiful dinner companion....choose now."

She chooses to play. I gag her roughly....my lust bubbling over. My actions clearly communicating that her right of choice is now over....until daylight. She feels me knotting the gag behind her neck and struggles a bit as I hogtie her just enough to keep her from hopping off the bed. She watches and squirms as I take lengths of rope from a gymbag and tie them to the bedposts. What else could be in the bag? She thinks the bag contains paradise or the worst decision of her life. Her body begins to tense in a wonderful mixture of lust and fear as his hands are now upon her...greedily consuming her as that pink nightie is now being tattered. She pulls at the cuffs behind her back and awaits what comes next.

Starved for Love

This morning's salute is to the fine girls that post their images at places like this one at ratemybody.com. They usually say something to the effect that they are starved for love or something like that. Maybe I am naive, but I hardly think that in the real world a girl that looks like this would have a hard time finding some love. Unless the real issue is her starved for love for the right price. If it isn't a business ad, then I think darker thoughts. I tend to think that maybe turning heads in the real world not quite enough for some women and perhaps the thought of thousands of lonely men and early rising boys er.....thinking of her via the internet may be quite a turn on for her. Hey I admit it my droogie critique....I'm one of those men. But not quite "starved for love" enough to think this is an actual girl who is breathlessly waiting for me to email her. (click pic for bigger view I would think)

Black Dress

This morning's coffee is raised in honor of the beautiful woman in the skimpy black dress and the positive and/or negative responses it creates in us men. I guess positive or negative being a matter of preference. For both parties of course. Always consensual.....that goes without saying. Yep.
....have to tell you; if the lovely enjoys roleplaying the scene of the helpless victim, I'm always willing to go with a girl's wishes.

Pride

I don't live in Tennessee. I live someplace much colder this time of year. Very cold yesterday and bumped into a girl who was wearing tiny butt hugging shorts anyway. Too much time in the fake tanning spa....but very nicely shaped legs nonetheless. I think a woman who wants to show off her body despite any obstacles in her way is sexy. The "I demand you to notice me" message is intoxicating. So on this cold morning here is a little salute to woman who probably has nothing of interest to say....but lets her body do the talking for her.

Nostalgia

There was a time my droogies before the internet that you actually had to leave your home to find eye candy that met your particular tastes. There was no such thing as a fine blog or site like sexoteric to feast your eyes on. There was cheap paperback books, magazines, adult book stores and what you were lucky enough to see on the five channels you had on your television.

Yes....nowadays we are lucky. It only takes a few short minutes on the internet to be able to realize that being "kinky" is maybe not such a bad thing and maybe you're not such a freak afterall. Or at the very least....you don't have to be a freak alone.

....lets be misfits together.

Holidays

I find family parties during the holidays interesting. One thing that certainly makes my mind wonder is how hot some of the young girls of the family dress. What I mean is that they are around nobody but family. So....why wear skin tight clothing? Why are we wearing the panty flashing low rise pants? Why the extra cologne? One would just assume that they wish to be noticed. Mission accomplished. Of course they notice. In my mind they are wearing that to get me to gaze. Don't get me wrong, in my family gatherings I am sure that they are not hoping that I get them alone somewhere. However, I'm kind of convinced that they endeavor for me to think about it. It's a family gathering. I'd kind of like to eat some turkey without your nipples in my face. But you know I'm going to look...I know you do.

In honour of "The Manipulator"

I stumbled on a website called "The Manipulator"
On the website he creates fake bondage photos with celebrities. I admire the man's passion. Outstanding work also. I was inspired to try my hand in it. Above the hot Evengeline Lilly of television's "Lost" has been the handiwork of my photoshop capabilities. If anyone watches the show, perhaps this is a scene they wouldn't mind seeing in the bunker they found. How about romping every 108 minutes with character Kate here? Eve Lilly HAS looked very good in cuffs and ropes on that show for real by the way.

How about it Mr. Manipulator?....do I have potential? Perhaps I can do some more and spend a bit more then ten minutes on it.

Visit his site via links plastered on this post. Very nice work.

Blindfold

You like me and want to try new things. Truthfully, I'm not sure that I like the blindfold. There are positives in that your eyes are not exposed to show me how truly scared you are. To stop. I've told you we are playing a game....roleplaying....so if you are begging me to release you I can claim it is part of the game. The negatives are that I cannot see in your eyes how hot you are becoming. Yes, your sweat soaked top and well soiled bottoms reassure me that my advances are welcome....but nothing is a substitute for a woman's eyes in lust. Ladies: blindfold or no blindfold?