Showing posts with label fetish. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fetish. Show all posts

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Ultimate Christmas Wishlist

I just blew my Christmas money on Amazon and I'm pretty psyched. I have a private wish list full of crossdressing stuff and I ordered a bunch of items that I've been wanting for a while. I doubt I'll wear this stuff out in public anytime soon, but a lot of the time I'm hanging out at home I just have this urge to wear dresses and girlie shit.

So I just got a razorback dress and a pleated skirt. I got lacetop stockings and crotchless panties. I ordered a pair of 5" mary janes and ruffle anklet socks. I got a waist cincher and a cupless corset. Vinyl gloves and a leather collar.

Hell yeah. Watch out for some HNT action in my new stuff, everyone.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Thinking - Ain't It Legal Yet?

Years ago, I groped and fucked my girlfriend in the mornings before she woke up - at her request. She said she absolutely loved to be woken up in the mornings by sex play, and it was true. It was how she wanted to greet the day. She would tell me the night before that she wanted to wake up with me fondling her, with my finger wiggling inside of her pussy, or sometimes she would say that tomorrow she wanted to wake up with my cock inside of her. We were in love, I'm a man - what was I going to say, no?

Only problem was, as I found out later, that this is technically considered rape. She was not the type of person to set me up, to pull the psychobitch switcheroo and call the cops. She just liked to wake up getting fucked by her boyfriend, that's all. Wasn't that her choice and our own private business? Not according to the letter of the law. I guess I just have to trust her not to press charges, huh.

There are fetish and sex-play books that describe a rape-fantasy role-playing scenario for couples. I've browsed and borrowed some books over the years, and it came with reading them that I found out that what my girlfriend had asked me to do was technically illegal. It was a strange moment to realize the implications.

Another girlfriend from earlier in my life had been brutally raped in a foreign country while we were together, and to this day I still fantasize about going to that country and finding the perp to execute my revenge. She and I had a beautiful relationship before her trip, and when she got back she said that the incident had killed her desire to be close to any man. She broke up with me to take the space she needed to put back together her shattered life. She dropped out of college, moved back in with her mom, and later forgot my name when I called to see how she was doing. We never spoke again, but I still think about killing that bastard for what he did to her.

Friday, December 12, 2008

True Confessions: Outdoor Masturbator

Whenever I go for a hike in the woods, the supreme natural beauty all around me always gets me ridiculously horny. Being naked outside is one of life's great pleasures for me: the sun and wind tickling parts of my body normally forbidden from such enjoyment. There is also a thrilling element to being naked outside: the specter of getting caught.

When I'm in the forest alone, being naked and getting hard with the exposure is pretty much all I can think about. Even to the point of preferring to hike alone, because should the temptation arise, it is a rare hiking buddy that would not object to me pulling out my junk and waxing one out right there in my own special worship of the great outdoors.

There is also the seduction of taboo involved. While in the National Forest, one is essentially in public. I'm sure more than one park ranger (I always think of them as drop-out cops who failed the academy exam, and therefore took a job with similar authority so they could still control and command mere citizens) has delighted in catching someone jerking off outdoors, or maybe having sex, and carting them down to the poky to be booked on sex offense charges.

Which brings me to an important point about sex offenders. Society and the media today throws this label around as if all sex offenders were unrepentant perverts deserving of secondary-citizen status, that they are all borne of the same immoral scourge that threatens our personal safety and, veritably, the very fabric of society itself.

I think that's total bullshit.

A sex offender can be someone who simply got caught pissing on the side of the road, a woman who flashed her breasts at Mardi Gras, a blogger who drove down the highway with his cock in plain view, even the poor hiker who stroked one out while unwittingly caught in the lens of a park ranger's binoculars. It's called "indecent exposure," and for that their lives are gleefully destroyed, them being callously grouped with child pornographers, old-lady rapers, and snuff filmmakers.

"What is pornography to one man is the laughter of genius to another." - D.H. Lawrence

Monday, November 17, 2008

True Confessions: I Steal Panties

I'm that pervert you hear about that steals panties from the laundromat. When your girlfriend goes naked in the hot tub at the party, chances are her panties will disappear from the bathroom, and I'll be on my way home to jerk off all over them.

The first time I gave into my urges to take a pair of panties was at a laundromat in Wyoming. A young woman had left her intimates in the dryer unattended, and as I sat across from her stuff, I noticed a silk black lace pantie tumbling among her cotton undies and bras. Acting like I was doing something I was supposed to, I got up and fished it out before she got back. Soon she returned, piled her stuff into a hamper basket and left, her panties hidden away in my pocket. It was so thrilling I went home and put them on under my clothes, and came back for my laundry later. Though I probably deserved it, no one stole my underwear while I was gone.

Thus started a long history of pantie thievery. I've stolen them at hot tub parties, out of drawers while in strangers homes, from the hamper at parties, anyplace I see a pair and know I can get it in my pocket without anyone seeing.

I've been able to stop, or at least slow down, because I've seen the news reports, "Panty Thief Caught" and they probably are sex offenders now. Grand Theft Panty, I guess. The last time I stole a pair was about six months ago and really pretty risky, because it was my friend's wife's panties, and it was right in front of him. His dog, who is well-known to eat panties out of the hamper, had dragged them out into the hallway and I bent down and grabbed them up. I figured they'd just think he ate another pair and forget about it. Hopefully they did. The light was low and I don't know to this day if he saw me or not.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Fickle Follicles Hate Shaving

I saw some nerdy TV program recently that said that evolutionarily speaking, human skin is most advanced. Apparently our sweat glands are pretty far ahead of the game, and as we learned to live in different climates (by building better shelters, making warmer clothes, etc.) hair adapted to be less and less important to our survival.

In this way, hair is primitive. Makes sense then that most of our hair left over from the evolutionary process is located in primal areas: the pits, the chest, genitals, around the ass hole. [Side note: what benefit to survival does having hair that wraps around your shit logs and gets ripped out by the roots as you push have to mankind, is far beyond me. Intelligent design, my ass! lol]

Anyway, I have a feminist friend who insists that women who shave anything at all [CLARIFICATION: I spoke with her by chance last night, and her theory is for women who haven't NOT ever shaved, therefore they have no basis to make an informed choice... I see her point] are just victims of male-dominated society that falsely equates hairlessness with femininity. But isn't that viewpoint an affront to each woman's individual freedom and personal choice to shave? Are women really only driven subversively by male dominance when it comes to their body image? Is it not beyond the realm of possibility that hair is uncomfortable and some women prefer to be smooth according to their own sensibilities?

And on the flip side, what then about men who prefer to shave their faces? On which undue societal pressure can we blame men's drive to remove their beards? Could we not argue that men shave because their women prefer to kiss a smooth face? Which brings us full circle, what of men who choose to shave their face on their own accord, because they like it that way? Not to mention the comfort factor.

In what other ways, dear reader, can one's hyper-liberal views lead to a hypocritical conservatism?

Fact is women and men can and do shave whatever they want for whatever reason they want all over the world, and have for centuries. By observation, though, not all hair is privy to being shaved, and not all people can shave without dire consequences.

Take for example shaving the pubic area in whatever form. It's done for surgery, vanity, some cultures and tribes do it ritualistically, I've heard even of some modern religions doing it. Probably for most people, shaving their pubes results in red bumps, days of itching and scratching, the stubbly hair being grated back and forth, stuffed into underwear and pants, getting irritated all day with each step and bend. Those who can shave it all bear without discomfort certainly have this author's envy!

Speaking of which, there are only a few parts on my body I can shave without getting a rash. My toes (I know, right?), my face, neck and scalp, my cock and balls, my perineum and asshole. That's it. I tried to shave (I used Nair type depilatory actually) my chest once but it turned to a firepit of ingrown hairs. I shaved my thighs once and it resulted in the same living hell, not worth the days of discomfort for even a second of smooth bliss. I waxed my hairy ass cheeks and regretted it for weeks. Damn it!

I still SO miss my ex girlfriend who could shave it ALL without a bump, itch, or ingrown hair. Her body was an evolutionary step toward having no body hair at all. None of her follicles protested to being shaved, and thus eating her pussy was like diving face-first into a cream pudding pie. You could just get right in to the goods, no comb, curlers or mustache wax required to get the mess out of the way and get to munching! Her pussy was like smooth velvety white chocolate mousse and just as sweet. Wow.

In closing, who is to judge why anyone shaves anything? It's their body and their choice, and though sometimes the hair reacts in unpleasant ways, shouldn't it always be up to the individual? And shouldn't they be allowed to have their own reasons? I say yes. And get to shaving!

Thursday, August 21, 2008

My Favorite Cock Ring


This is a picture of me modeling my favorite homemade cock ring. It's more like a spiked cock cage, but I made it myself, and it's a joy to wear. The chains don't pinch, and the spikes add an S&M flair.

The chains and spikes snap off of a typical leather-band cock ring, which can be used for other snap-on components. I can add and remove rings and other accessories for a truly customizable experience. The leather band is adjustable with the snaps for a tight or loose fit, depending on my mood.

The spiked band at the base is just tight enough to keep my erection full, while the chains cradle my balls. The feeling is intense, one of being snugged, squeezed and firmly held by the cold chains. The extra pressure makes for some really strong hard-ons, a thrilling and wonderful sensation. The look and feel, the lifting effect, and protruding of my whole package gives my cock the proud display that it craves.

Friday, August 15, 2008

Leather Fetish Party

I simply love leather. The look and smell. The feel of it against my skin. I'd love to have this outfit: leather chaps, leather body harness, leather peek-a-boo brief, leather gloves and gauntlets, leather ball stretcher, metal cock ring. What a beautiful sight! I don't have or want the Prince Albert pictured here, but give me everything else. Served up with platform boots and a rock-hard erection.

I'd love to show up for a leather fetish play party wearing this. Most of the fetish parties I've heard about were supposedly no-touch/non-nudity type, no sex, no orgies. What the hell fun is that? I'd love to show up at a party like this, but have my glorious hard-on sticking out, socializing, chatting, sipping a drink, all the while my thumping member out and on display for all to see! I get hard at the thought of the exposure and vulnerability of my nude cock bound and visible to everyone in the room.

One day I may be lucky enough to attend or host a leather/fetish/play/touch/sex party. Until then it's all fantasy and wishful thinking.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Cock Rings 101: Metal Rings

How to put on a 2-inch chrome cock ring, for beginners.

1) Start when your cock is totally soft:










2) Pull your balls through the ring one at a time:










3) Then snug the ring up to the base of your balls:










4) Push the ring up while guiding your cock through the gap:










5) Adjust and seat the ring comfortably:










6) Enjoy your lifted and beautified package:










Once you get hard with a metal ring, you pretty much can't take it off until you get soft again. Just be patient and reverse the process pictured above. If you have trouble, soap and water helps lubricate the metal for getting it off. If you can't get the ring off, go to the emergency room. Won't that be fun?

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

My Cock Ring Fetish

Confession: I love to build, wear, and photograph my own leather cockrings.



I buy common styles from porn shops and then alter them into custom cockwear.



Sometimes I see how many I can wear all at once.



I love to get my cock all dressed up in one of my leather pieces, pull on stockings, high heels, and my leather fringe CBT belt, and prance around the house with my rock-hard erection sticking out into the hallways and rooms as I strut around.



The sound and feel of the high heels on my concrete floor engorges my cock even more, sometimes turning purple under the tight fit of my cockrings.