I am not a crook

....and so we are not going to have John Mark Karr around to kick around anymore. The media all the fools on this one. Or were they? Is it really about the truth or ratings? Because did anyone really ever believe that this guy killed that little girl?

Disturbed sick man starved for attention. The whole thing creepy and foul smelling. Yet still never quite as disturbing as a parent feeling the need to dress up a little girl to look like a grown woman.

One has to wonder what the real killer was thinking through this? One also wonders if Karr will confess his fantasies going just a bit overboard.

Correct you are. Who is Simon to talk of fantasies being just a bit over the edge? But I know what is real and what is not real. Then again, maybe that is what Karr thought up until being on an airplane with a television camera in his face.

So does Karr regret his little game? Who knows. All people enjoy their fifteen minutes of fame as well as regret the eighteen minutes of their life they would like to erase. As for me, I'm hitting the delete button on this sicko.

One more for the road

Hey bartender....bartender with the sexy collar you're wearing. I make a joke towards you among the crowd. I ask you where the other gear is to match your collar. You smile and say they are at home.

I'd like to see that I say. You wink and say, "I bet you would".

So I follow you home after work. Just a knock on your door...if only to see your reaction when she sees me would be worth the trouble. Only going inside if she invites me inside I keep telling myself.

I knock on the door. You answer. "I'm here to take you up on your offer to look at your special jewelry", I try to say as smooth as possible. You are shocked, but manage a smile. "Inviting me in"?, I say. You step away from the door. I'm only more than happy to take it as a yes....and I close the door behind me.


Your boldness in letting me in extends to a short and satisfying tour of the bedroom. "My jewelry is in the back of the closet...in the toolbox". I take the bait, but she did not lie. All the tools a man can need...for the job at hand. I waste no time and quickly...yet in a non-threatening way I confine you.

Hours later. On the bed. Still gagged and my "prisoner". You squirm...holding your manacled wrists to me...wishing to be released. "Of course my dear", I say. I look at your sexy writhing body. You see my lust. I unbuckle my pants again and softly say, "one more for the road bartender".

Let's tip our glasses to....

Let's tip our glasses to the woman at the funeral who wears the skin tight bare back dress. Let's salute the attitude that states that just because Uncle Jimmy got caught in the wood chipper, it's no reason not to remind the husbands of all your relatives just how hot you are.

....mourn on baby...mourn on!

I'll Never Tell

I'll never tell. I know you have some second thoughts, but lets give it a try. I know you didn't fly all the way out here for smalltalk. Don't look at me like that. You know I don't waste a lot of time with patronizing "gee you're beautiful" kind of talk. We know you're beautiful. Back home you're the perfect daughter, with the perfect job, the perfect looks....the perfect boyfriend. I'm sure someday you'll have perfect babies too. But right now you're just a pretty internet submissive whose secret dark fantasies and online play has landed you in a hotel room time zones away from that perfect world to spend some time being....imperfect.

Of course we can take it slow. I know this is quite an emotional time for you. I realize that you are still grasping that this is not just words in an instant message box...that we are really together. But sure...we can take it slow if you'd like. But I have to tell you...this is not a church picnic. This is for real. We both know why you are here. Leave now if you wish. I agreed to be your master for the evening; not your rapist. You choose. Good choice. No need to look sad. You'll be my slave for the evening...it will be so much better than from a fucking chat box. I promise; and yes...I'll never tell.


Now....on your knees and arms behind your back please. I did say please. Like I promised...I will be considerate. Yes, I know the ropes are kind of tight...but you wanted it to be real. I specificly remember you telling me that you wanted it to be real. To feel helpless. That's right baby...try it out a bit. They are not going anywhere. Trust me. I kind of like this part. The part when I start to touch you, and you fully know that you cannot stop me. It's truly the hardest part for both of us. You're either going to ask me to stop, or enjoy me. So I'll be considerate as I promised. Shall this end or should I unbutton your blouse and enjoy the breasts you have bragged about so often. I know...what's to stop me? But I'll behave.

Thank you baby. I've fantasized of touching your breasts for so long. They are indeed as nice as you've always said. No need to thank me...don't thank me for anything. Your body in my hands is all the thanks I need. I'm going to pull your skirt down and over your hips now. I want to see your panties...yes...it's ok to help...yeah baby. Lace....you always said they would be lace. They compliment you nicely.



Now let's take a look at your...no? Did you say no? Yes...well ok....I know this is hard for you. Your panties are soaked my dear...define no please. Yes I know this is wrong. It's all wrong, but our fantasies have always been so wrong. But if we both want it perhaps we can make it so right.

We've come to this point many times online. Heh...yes...maybe at this point I would gag you and fuck you anyway whether you consented or not. I seem to remember that you kind of liked that. But this is the real thing. Perhaps a good gagging would help you. Perhaps in your mind if you felt I was forceful it would actually make you feel better about this. Frankly your rock hard nipples and wet pussy make me strongly suspect that anyways. How about just a thin strip of cloth?...then I can still hear some soft words if you choose to speak after...and during?

Ok...yes? So it goes...but I'll be, shall I say, considerate. After I gag you I am going to have my way. Then I am going to work on all those fantasies of yours. Just the way you've told me scores of times before. Too tight? That's ok baby...you can tell me all about it later. No need to squirm so much...we'll take care of you soon enough. Let it go..that's right. I'll never tell.

Somebody Stop Me

Guys...have you ever lusted for a girl that there is absolutely no way you should be with? You know she wants you. Perhaps she has even told you that she wants you. But you can't. It's just taboo. Off limits. There is no need to talk of the circumstances of why you can't touch this girl. You know what I am talking about. You just can't.

So you kind of pray that you be relieved of this lust before you land yourself in unimaginable deep shit. You manage to control yourself.


So some time goes by and you find yourself being able to control these awful cravings and desires. You're not quite sure why, maybe just plain maturity and willpower on your part...but you've thusfar defeated the demons.


Still more time goes by and now it's just a terrible memory. No more lust. No more guilt. Now quite able to control your desires. You are proud of yourself. After all men...sometimes being a real man is thinking of the women from your past that you DIDN'T have.

Backseat Blues Story

The police were closing in. I had been sighted and the cars were looking for me, but I managed to find a car with an open door and hid in the backseat. The heat subsided, but I still needed to get out of the area and get out of the area fast. I had no choice but to wait for the owner to return to their vehicle where their day was going to take a bit of a u-turn.

A roomy four door car. It appeared to belong to a younger person. Hanging from the rear view mirror was a scarf and a pair of handcuffs. You see that once in awhile. You see cars sporting their look and I guess the idea is to convey that the driver enjoys using the cuffs...or having the cuffs used on them. I smiled, "tonight they would get their chance", I thought. I tore a towel I had found in the back into strips for further bindings.

So I waited for what seemed a lifetime, but the car was in a shopping plaza so I knew the owner would appear before too long. I hid in the shadows and watched people come out of the stores in the distance. I started to fantasize as to who the owner would be. Admittingly wishing for a female...admittingly young....I took a breath and grasped the reality of my situation. Yes...a female and a petite one at that would be nice so she would be easy to subdue. That should be the priority...yes...so I can get the heck out of the area.

That's when I saw her leaving the clothing store. Wow..could it be? She was a blonde haired beauty of small but curvy proportions. Please let this be her car I pleaded. She came closer and closer. Yes...my lucky day.


She put the key in the door and entered quickly. She paused and felt something different and noticed the missing dangles on her rear view mirror the same time I reached from behind her and cupped her mouth. After she stilled via my threats to her well being I barked my commands. "I am going to pull you into the backseat and you are going to help by not resisting...if you mess with me I'll hurt you; your choice".

I told her to lay on the seat and used her auto decor to control her. First her scarf lashed in her mouth and then I cuffed her arms behind her. She twisted and began moaning pleads of mercy into her gag as I bound her ankles with the strips of cloth I had prepared.

With her now bound and gagged I had time to view just what I had. She was beautiful. Perfect breasts...shapely. She twisted and faught the cuffs and lashings around her ankles. However, this only managed to expose some of her delicious skin for my greedy eyes.

Truth be told, I had managed to escape from a holding cell from a police lock up I had been at for about ten days. Though my mind was still intent on using the car to get out of the area, my body began to notice the beauty helpless below me.


I lifted her top over her breasts just for a peek. I knew damn well that just a peek would not be enough. I just sighed and thought that if I was to be caught...this would be worth it. I dived at her with full intent. Fondling her perfect breasts and teasing her nipples. Making those perky nipples of hers stand straight out hard despite her squirming and muffled protests make me evern more hard and excited than I already was.

She was wearing a pair of those baggy nylon athletic pants. So convenient, because once the elastic waist cleared her curvy hips then slid down her creamy thighs with ease. I unbound her ankles and she started kicking at me. I put my hand around her throat and she got the message. She layed there still as I unbuckled my pants and pulled them down low enough to enjoy her.
Only the paper thin pair of thong panties was obstructing me now and to my delight I grabbed one side with both hands and the band easily tore free with just a couple of tugs.

As is instinctive, I placed my fingers in her pussy to give me an idea what kind of fit it would be. She was hot...and soiled. I laughed and exploded in quiet laughter telling her that she was more horny than I was. Could be I was right because when I first penetrated she squeeled only once and in no time her intimate muscles were drawing me in as if she was the one who violating me.

I rewarded her enthusiasm by holding off long enough to make sure she came too. My friends she exploded every bit as violently as I did. She layed there perfectly still as I again bound her ankles for the trip out of town.

She shook her head and made muffled grunts for me to take off her gag. In a rare moment of compassion I stroked her cheek and pulled the knotted scarf out of her mouth. She spoke, "That was the best yet my love...you've outdone yourself". I returned the compliment, "You were great too, but sooner or later we are going to get caught and have lots of explaining to do if we keep doing this in public places". She embraced me and nodded after I had uncuffed her. She playfully slapped me, "Those goddamn panties cost me twenty bucks asshole".

Nicknames

I was just looking at the headlines at the news of the Ramsey killer. I thought it was only natural that the accused killer has three names. "John Mark Karr". It has a nice ring to it.

Don't get me wrong. I detest what this man allegedly did. Moreover, I detest anybody who would hurt a child. The point is that he is a bad man and nowadays a bad man has to have three names.

I think I should catch up with the crowd and get a third name for myself. Of course as we all know I am a make believe bad man...nothing here is real. But I think even a make believe bad guy is entitled to his third name too.

So I am looking for your help. Let's give Simon Kade a middle name with some flair. I kind of like one of the three examples down below. I'm welcoming any suggestions placed in email or in the comments. Sorry..."Simon Sicko Kade" has already been submitted and rejected.

"Tropix"

A nice dvd find for those who like a few fairly erotic bondage scenes in their movies. I nice "she falls for her captor" scene in here.

Link..."Tropix"

The Thinking Man

Good looking, yet he is all business at work. You wonder if he ever thinks about you...has fantasies about you. Maybe some thoughts are best kept secret ladies.

Sunday Quicky

What words could I possibly say to add to this?

The Quiet Girl at Work

I was her supervisor at work. I knew she had a crush on me...and I strongly suspect that she knew I felt the same. Yet the strong company rules on supervisors mingling with the employees and the fact that she was engaged to be married made my dirty thoughts beyond fantasy. She knew the company rules, yet never held back from teasing me mercilessly when there were no gossipers around.

Yet I stopped at a nightclub after work and there she was. To my delight she also seemed to be there alone. I must confess, that I may have let her overhear my plans of going to the club after work and also it may not have been a coincidence on her part that she was there and there alone.

We drank and flirted to the point that getting her to my apartment was going to be a routine task. She took away any thoughts I may have had about consequences for going further by making fun of my attire. I went to the club right after work and was probably the only man there wearing a tie. She made jokes about some uses she could think of for my tie. My god...exit stage left as they say.


So we got to my place. Both of us were on the mindset where we both knew that we were there to fuck. It was just a matter of how and how soon. The alcohol and her teasing made me bold. So I grabbed a pair of handcuffs and kept them out of view for the moment. "Now...what were you saying about my tie"? She giggled and I went for broke. I put the handcuffs on the coffee table in front of her and told her that these were more effective and would not cut off her circulation. She looked at them and laughed. She asked me if I was going to use them and have my way? I said, "no....you teased of playing submissive....so I would rather you cuff yourself".

She looked at me first with shock...her giggles quieted. Then the way she handled the cuffs encouraged me to continue. Yes, I knew I would soon be in control of the evening. As far as my career goes. I just figured that she had as much to lose as me. Her fiance had enough bling to keep her quiet.

I started to give her commands. Bold commands. "Let's just cut the smalltalk and get to business", I said. I stroked her cheek and kissed her deeply. Then I emptied my soul, "I want you to take off all of your clothes and handcuff your hands in front of you".

The moment she hesitated seemed to last forever. I tried best to hide my relief when she pulled her top over her head. She was mine.

My cock...already at full attention, watched joyfully as she stripped. Her lips curled ever slightly in a smile when she viewed the growing bulge in my pants. Now naked she picked up the cuffs and clicked them on her wrists.

I then told her to take my clothes off. She approached me and her cuffed hands unbuttoned my shirt and pulled my pants over my erection and down my legs. I was standing to make her job easier. She was on her knees and pulled my underwear over my cock and down to the floor.


She handled my erection in her cuffed hands and instictively looked up at me looking for permission to suck my cock. "Time enough for that later my dear", I whispered. I held a thick roll of black tape in my hand and she looked at it intently. "If there are any second thoughts....this would be your last chance", I stated. I was upfront with my intentions. "I am going to gag you and bring into the bedroom and fuck you as often and enthusiasicly as you've teased me the last six months". She looked up at me and said, "do what you must do...master".

I cut off a strip of tape and sealed her lips effectively. She grunted into her gag as I grabbed her cuffed wrists and brought her to her feet. I pulled her just a bit faster than she could walk on purpose to my bedroom and roughly guided her atop the mattress. She may have resisted just a little, but was no match for my lust as I lashed her cuffed hands above her head to the steel rod headboard. As far as I was concerned, there had been far too much foreplay already. Six months of sexual innuendos and short dresses at work and her body like this in front of me. She was, however, as ready for me as I was for her.


Afterwords, I tested her submissive drive by uncuffing her wrists from the headboard and gave her every opportunity to exit my stage. However, when I told her to lay on her belly and cross her ankles and wrists behind her back she complied with little hesitation. I cuffed her ankles and wrists and ran a chain between the two to make sure she went nowhere. Her choice to continue would be well awarded as now it was time to see to her body.

We relieved each other until dawn. She quietly left and at work it was as if nothing happened. Except....she didn't tease me about "what I did for fun" anymore. She ended up quitting work after she married that rich fiance of hers. I didn't hear from her for months. Until late at night there was a knock on my door. There she was. Standing there in that cute black dress of hers. At work I had always teased back to her that her black dress was my favourite. She walked into my apartment without asking. I guess there are some things that money just cannot buy.

Self absorbed my space tour

Yes...what to do when you're bored and have not much to do. You surf myspace.com - that's what you do. One thing I do is pick a city at random and search for a candidate for the "My Space Self Absorbed Chicklet of the Moment" award.

Runner up goes to a girl who refers to herself as "FlipFlop". I quote her. "I play by my own rules, so please think twice before stepping into my life".

No problem sweetheart.


Our Phoenix winner goes to "Angie". Angie enlightens us all by saying, "I'm pretty. I know that sounds conceited....but it's not".


She kind of has the Marcia Brady with attitude thing going for her. For being so pretty, the photos don't do her much justice. One would have to check her out in person. However, her Mommy and Daddy would probably insist on her being home by 10pm and that would not leave quite enough time to booze her up enough for her first shag. Better check the I.D. of this starlet first guys.

Hot August Day

Just another boring August day. Right after this woman audits my business. An audit actually is not scheduled...but I plan on begging her to crawl inside my pants and audit everything.

Then I plan on hitting a tan. My tanning place is right next to a bicycle place. I see enormous people leave the bicycle shop with bicycles that they paid hundreds of dollars for knowing that in a year or so that these bikes will be the featured item at their garage sale.

Then on to the gym. I have to confess in this forum that I am happy with my weight and physique. However, I just go to the gym and go through the motions so I can drool over women in tight spandex. Another advantage is once my eyes are feasting on such a beauty, I can sweat profusely without drawing suspicion to myself.


Then perhaps I will cap my day with a beer, a sandwich and some kind of story of picking up a couple of friends at a wedding. Just another hot august day.

Fear of Clowns

...just for laughs.

This just in...

This just in...everybody over
there hates each other.

Why can't we all just get along?

That's better. Just one
big happy family.

Her Request

My girlfriend...the typical girl next door type. Only I knew the truth. A girl who craved bondage sex like no other girl I ever knew on my time. On other people's time she was the type that helped the neighbour kids sell girl scout cookies. Who would know.

There came a day in our relationship where she confided a fantasy that she had. She said, that if conducted by a trusted man, that she wished to feel like she was kidnapped and abused by her abductors. I was the trusted man. I was true to her trust. Indeed I would never harm a hair on her head. But nevertheless, I liked the play we had thus far to seem real. I didn't like to do things half heartedly. So I offered to fulfill her fantasy. On the condition that if she wanted it to feel real...then that is the way it would be....few questions and no second thoughts.

She agreed.

So it was to be that we set aside a weekend where this game would take place. She wore the sexy outfit I recommended and the game began. Consensually I blindfolded her and tied her hands behind her back. She seemed a bit confused. Perhaps she thought I would have been a bit more rough. I sensed her befuddlement, but was quick to tell her that once gagged her adventure would begin...and there would be no turning back. She said, "please do" and I placed a soft packing in her mouth and lashed it in with a strip of cloth. I then pushed her on the bed and tied her ankles.


There was a knock on the door and I let three men inside. She twisted on the bed as the conversation took place. I had a gambling debt to the boss of these three men. A huge debt. Creatively, I had arranged to exchange the use of my girlfriend's body for the debt to be erased. She, of course, starting squirming on the bed and moaning at hearing such. The men surrounded the bed and made comments to the effect of "the big guy is going to be pleased".They fondled and groped her body. All the while she heard the shutter of a camera hard at work. She felt men's hands on her breasts...teasing her most private areas...while another was now ripping her clothes off.

They rolled her on her belly tied her ankles to the bedposts and began to silently grope her body mercilessly. The silence was broken by one of the men saying that they can say confidently that the boss would want to keep this one. I objected immediately and said that the deal was just for a couple of hours and that I was to be in the same room. The one man drew a gun and told me to sit down and shut up. I pleaded them to reconsider. To leave. That I would get the money...some other way. The men's concentration were all on me while she twisted and squirmed on the bed. She heard the sound of a gun hitting my forehead as my pleads went silent.

She felt the men unlashing her ankles from the bedposts and swiftly tying them together. She faught a man lifting her nude body from the bed as another voiced a strategy to get her to the car undetected. She struggled and shook her head, muffled screams of objection coming from her mouth. Oddly, one ot the men still taking photos of her dilema.

She was stuffed inside what may have been a limosine, her eyes still blindfolded quite effectively. Her struggles were subdued by strong hands around her upper arms. Her struggling body was shoved against one of the men with a comment to the effect of "see if you can settle this little hotty down." She was against his back and his hands began touching her in much more an intrusive way than she had been handled thus far. She couldn't help it, but began to react to his touch. One hand on her nipples just right. His other inside her...definately now on a mission. The more signs of arrousal she showed, the more encouraged he was to make her cum. Still the annoying sound of a camera shutter recording everything. Despite this, her body began to spasm and shake as she exploded. Her now still body layed lifelessly on the seat of the car as she heard the door being opened. One of the men made a comment about her being a bit more cooperative now.


The man was right in that she did not resist at all as her nude and bound body was hoisted atop a man's shoulder and brought into a room. She was placed on a soft bed. "The big guy should be quite pleased", he said leaving her in the room alone. She layed there. Frightened....but perhaps more frightened that her body was quite arroused waiting for what layed ahead.

Finally, she heard a man enter the room. The blindfold was taken off her eyes. She seemed first shocked, then upset...then still with anticipation as she realized the "the big guy" was in fact me and that she was back in her own bed. She began to twist and squeel in delight as it was finally time for my payment of a job well done.

Afterwords I answered a few of her questions. I told her that it was me inside the car that seduced her and that the photos taken of her adventure was all the payment the other men needed for their help. I assured her that the thickness of her blindfold would mask her identity if or when the photos surfaced. I failed mention that these men are also paying for a nice vacation that we will be going on. However, a man does need some secrets of his own...does he not?

V is for Vavoom

Showering with Natalie Portman...
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Hate Me

Hate me because you don't want me to take your photo...but you let me anyway.

Hate me because I tell you to take your clothes off. You don't want to....but you do it anyway.

Hate me because I tell you that I wish to cuff you....and twist not in the agony that the cuffs bring; but that your desires match mine.


Hate me for the way I make you feel. As a submissive. Hate me all night long. Hate me forever.

Changes

The other evening I saw a woman that reminded me of a woman I was madly in love with many years ago. Ok...twenty five. She is still the most beautiful female creature I have ever laid my eyes on. Every now and then I see a girl that reminds me of her. Of course, it being 25 years later, just how would she really look now?

I think when we are young and date we laugh at the saying that you look at your date's mother or father you can see what your date is going to look like years into the future. Well....if that is true, then nowadays a good glimpse at my former flame would be a real humbling experience. Her mother was not very attractive. Who am I kidding? She was ugly.


Let's be fair here. If she thinks of me every now and then, she may imagine me looking like my dad too. Believe me, that is enough to keep nostalgia in check. My dad was no male model in his forties...and that has not changed at all. Now in my forties, I think I've done a good job holding off father time pretty well. Of course I'm biased.

All in all, best to keep the past in the past and enjoy the present. So just a few drinks in her memory before I hit the road should be harmless.