Sightless

Was thinking how the unknown excites us. How we can be so intimate in these instant message boxes, but at the same time not know exactly how each of us looks, what each of us are actually feeling. We are left to our own images of what is real and not real. But that is, after all, what we specialize in. Crafting that image in our mind to a statue of just what our fantasy sculpture should be. It is safe that way. Insulated by the walls around our dwelling and the miles of cables and cords that separates you from me. Insulated by the impenetrability of the guardians of our minds.

Ravenous appetites on what the perfect man is. What the perfect woman is. What the perfect love making session would be. Sight, smell, touch and hearing all unavailable...or tricked into feeling something is there when it isn't. It isn't real but it doesn't matter. It thrills you...it thrills me. We are not harming anyone. Are we?

But I have to wonder about some, and perhaps myself at times. I wonder if after years of suppressing our curiosity on a keyboard it would make us unable to enjoy these senses for real. The real touch of something confining your wrist. The real smell of a partner in heat. The real sound of devices of pleasure doing their task. Would it be too much to take?

Maybe that is what we hide from. Maybe that is why we keep typing. Maybe that is why I'll wake up tomorrow to type some more.

Your devoted,
Simon Kade

Undisclosed

A dedication to the women who have perfected the art of taking such sexy photos of themselves...yet revealing nothing.


I fantasize of meeting you mystery girl. I think of having some fun that you and I would both enjoy....but pausing to take photos that will show the fans of our blogs everything we did....but nothing revealed.


Binding you...pausing to take a photo...camera on coffee table...let your lovely hair fall over your face...lovely. I know the bindings are tight my dear...but we want our readers to know our escapade was real.

Look to the right my dear....yes...like that....and shift your hips this way. Perfect....hold still. Nice....


I know baby....I'll be there soon. Look straight ahead now....good. Great shot. They'll love this. Ok...I'm putting the camera down now. The next moments are for just you and I.


I know it's uncomfortable my dear...but only my most special guests wear this. I know you thought we were done. Just one more photo. Let me put your hair over your face....great shot. Now let me put your hair in a ponytail. I know your hair won't hide you now. The photography is done...but not me. Because the gag will not hurt as much with your hair in a ponytail. I'll say when we are done....we have the whole night ahead of us. Open wide...good girl.

Simon Kade
Undisclosed.....

Generation tug of war

Which starlet who never quite made it huge was/is hottest? Yesterday's Jennifer Jason Leigh or today's Christina Ricci?

I was having a fantasy about once child stars now kinky and twenty somethings and Miss Ricci came to mind. Then was I thinking of Jennifer Jason Leigh a few years past Fast Times at Ridgemont High and thought I would feel I like I was cheating on her. Who would you choose?

We Meet

Finally we meet. Alone with you in your room. We are alone. You seem anxious. A gentleman I have been thus far. But you know better. I see a bead of sweat rolling down your cheek. You want to see the man you've talked to online...and on the phone. So wanting to meet THAT man....yet a bit frightened of when he will strike. Finally....the man in your house who promised to dominate you arrives. Finally.....he demands what he has come for.


The time for small talk over. "You're cuter than I ever imagined, but I didn't come here to talk about the weather....take off those jeans and get on the bed...right now". You hesitate and I grab you by the upper arm and tell you that I can deal with an internet phony if you let me know right now...that I will go...no hard feelings. But if you want a piece of what you've been begging me for that you better take off those jeans and do it right now.

You take off your jeans and crawls on to the bed. You see me take coils of rope out of a duffle bag....but stay still. "You will be tied now," I say and start to tie you to the bed. Your arms apart to bed legs....your ankles lashed together and held down.


I take a strip of cloth to your mouth. You tell me that it is not necessary to silence you. But I gag you anyways. Just like I always told you I would.



You begin to struggle on the bed....moaning in the gag. Perhaps you are a bit surprised at how well silenced you are, at how effectively you are held down. I approach you naked. You are eyeballing my huge cock. "Struggle all you wish my dear....we are far from the point of no return". I start to fondle your breasts through your top...starting to pinch your nipples. Squeeling into the gag.


I start greedily fondle you....no bra....such fine perky breasts....certainly no need for one. You fight me as I start to pull your panties down your curvy waist and luscious thighs. I flailing knee close to hitting me. I smack one of your ass cheeks hard...very hard. You always knew I wouldn't hurt you...but given the need that I would be capable of getting your attention. You twist...and I smack your ass again. Now still....a small teardrop rolling down your cheek. But now still...and indeed quite more obedient.

I begin to untie your ankles and tell you that I am going to fuck you now and tell you that the best you can through the gag to say, "please fuck me now master". I tell you to say it and say it now or that I'll tie your legs so far apart that you might split in half. You hesitate....and I pull a leg toward a bedpost. You start squeeling into the gag, "please fuck me...please fuck me now...master". Much better I quip. Your legs bend and take hold. Feeling me drawing near. Ohhh...yes...your pussy so ready for me. Nice and tight as you always said it would be. Your moaning, pinned body writhing the best it can to accommodate me.

Now teasing your spot mercilessly....your wrists pulling at the cords....your hands clenched into fists....so close. I slow my efforts momentarily and grab you by the hair and pull your head up. "Say please make me cum master", I demand...your mumbled gasps immediately pleading, "make me cum...please make me cum....I'm begging you...". I take care of my good pupil...and myself.

Now still and quite spent you hardly notice as I retie your ankles together...and now binding your wrists behind your back. I tease of the long night still ahead....and of taking you with me when I am done. The smile on my face widening as I feel that may be just fine with you.

(dedicated to: "the teacher")

No Escape

Jesse's Girl

Mika approached me and said he "heard" a story. Like a train wreck, I had to hear what he had in mind. He tells me he was told a story of a man who lived his fantasy....in an offbeat way. Offbeat kind of trends well here, so I told him to let it loose.

You had to laugh because it was just like that old 80's song "Jesse's girl". You had a guy named Jesse who had a girl who his best friend always lusted for....but kept his friendship above his lust. Rare guy. So anyways Jesse and the girl in question went from high school sweethearts to engaged after three years. Never an argument. Not until she came to the friend's house and confided in him a problem she was having with Jesse. The girl...we'll call Rhonda...told Jesse's friend most everything. Or so Jesse thought.

So to Jesse's friend's amazement Rhonda confessed a bondage fetish she had and stress that was coming between her and Jesse because he was not into it or willing to experiment. A big argument ensued and the wedding was off. So Rhonda thought that getting her guy to come over to her place and see her restrained on her bed would make him more willing to accept her kinky desires.

Rhonda asked Jesse's friend if he would help her. Of course he would.


So Jesse's friend tried as hard as he could to control the raging hard on that was swelling in his jeans as Rhonda supplied cuffs and a gag and instructed him just how she wished to be at Jesse's mercy when he was asked to come over. So she stripped down to her panties and the good friend of Jesse cuffed and gagged his kinky dreamgirl. Little did she know of his kinky tastes himself.


So there she layed there on the bed....the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. In was useless to conceal his arrousal now....and he did not care. But loyal to his friend to the end he called his friend Jesse to come over the Rhonda's place for an attempt to kiss and make up.

So Jesse made it over there quickly. However, when he saw Rhonda's state and the sheepish grin on his friend's face, he just stormed out. Tears welled in Rhonda's eyes at her disappointment. Jesse's friend took the gag out of Rhonda's mouth and whispered, "will you help me"?

Jesse's friend's heart started beating faster and asked for a clarification of just what kind of help she needed. Rhonda smiled and said, "at the party at your house last week I accidently stumbled on to a hidden file in your computer". She then whispered, "you know exactly what kind of help I need".

She moaned in lust as he put the gag back into her mouth. Indeed he then had Jesse's girl.

One girl's fantasy

A girl online gave has allowed me to share her fantasy on my blog.


She wishes to be met by a man that will satisfy her needs. She wishes to be bound....with the agreement that she may back down up until she is gagged.


Once gagged she is roughly stripped of her night clothing. The shreds of cloth left are bunched around her bound wrists.


Her body is then roughly fondled. She wishes for this man to make her feel that she is owned by him. To be used in any way he chooses.


She is lost in the passion of being both scared and aroused to the brink. He teased her to the brink of orgasm....but quickly and decisively wants to enjoy his hot captive for the moment.


He withdraws and while she is still writhing in orgasm her ankles are tethered. She awaits what comes next...now submitting to his every wish. What happens next?

Superbowl Babes

This post is dedicated to all the girls who manage to look hot in football uniform clothing and are heading to a superbowl party. Special kudos for the women at these parties who know absolutely nothing about football, but DO enjoy the challenge of distracting a room full of men from watching the game.

I'd like to tell the girl at the sports bar who has gotten up and walked to the bathroom for the fifth time in the same hour that us guys know that nobody could possibly drink enough beer to have to go that often. But that's ok. If you find it entertaining to wiggle that fine ass past my face that often, then I applaud you....and your ass.

So though I might have to explain to you exactly which teams are playing, exactly which team is our team, and which direction they are playing....you just keep looking as cute as you're looking and I won't mind.

By the way...On Sunday we are rooting for the big men from Chicago. Yes baby. Those are the guys with the big "C" on their helmet. You're catching on...