A Holiday Meeting -- Part Two

She stood in front of me, her well-preserved body a testament to her own spirit. I think my mouth began to literally water.

"Pull out your Rabbit for me." "Yes, Sir." It was pink and fun to see in her hand. "Lay back and masturbate for me. I want to watch and see how you turn yourself on."

She laid back on the bed. Closing her eyes, she began the self-pleasuring. When she began to moan, I said "Honey, don't you hold back. This is why you are here." As if on cue, she started a louder vocal. "And open your eyes. Look at me. Do NOT take your eyes off me." Obedient. Erotic. She stared at me with a glassy gaze, because now her playing was starting to take her to the heaven that women adore. I kept my clothes on, walking around the bed. Watching her fuck herself. She kept her eyes on me, getting closer to the cum she wanted. I had told her that the entire experience was about her and her orgasm. How much she wanted it and how many she was going to get were two different things...But eventually...

"Yesyesyes...", she murmured quietly and breathlessly. I took off my own clothes and stroked myself to a good erection. The inevitable condom. When she started cumming, I sat down on the bed beside her. "Don't you stop until I tell you to do so, you hear me, little bitch?" Through gritted teeth, she answered "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." And there she orgasmed.

As soon as she started, I yanked the toy away and positioned myself between her legs. I clamped my mouth onto her cunt and let my tongue fly. And I began humming, circling her gorgeous clit with my teeth, so they could vibrate. She immediately screamed "FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCKKK!!!" As I drove her crazy with my tongue, my hands went up to her cute, perky breasts. I pinched her nipples. Hard. She reared up in surprise. Hard, forceful, rough.

"OHHHMYGOOOODDDDD!!! FUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!!!"

I slapped her hips and kept saying the word "Cum" to her. And she shockingly obliged. She was ready, I give her credit. After a non-stop cum of, oh, thirty seconds or so, I let her go. And besides, I had other plans.

She laid there, her eyes half-closed from the intensity of what she just went through. What a wonderfully tight little pussy...Jesus, it was sweet. I went and got us some orange juice. We relaxed and drank. "You enjoyed that." She quickly smiled. "Damn right I did! I think I've already orgasmed eight or nine times..." As soon as she said that, she realized....But too late.

She wanted to be dominated. I did so. I slapped her tits with both hands coming down on her. "Excuse me?" I said quietly. "I'm sorry, Sir, thank you, Sir." She tried to make amends by reaching out to my cock...which I withdrew from her reach. "Honey, you have to earn this. Do you understand? You want to feel a strong man in you, around you. You want to be properly handled, but you haven't listened..." I bent down and laid beside her, almost spooning. I reached down and grabbed her cunt, putting three fingers in without regard...not normally like me, but the feeling of power in this moment was quite intoxicating. And she gave that to me.

It is my belief that it takes so much more strength to allow yourself to submit to someone sexually than it ever does to simply take them. And this was a strong woman. One who consented to be taken in this way. So I was bound to do so.

I cupped her cunt in my hand, moving my fingers and massaging her clit. And I gently whispered in her ear "Do you want more?" Almost with no voice, she said "Yes, Sir." I shook her cunt. Up and down. Clamping a strong grip on it. There was only one very loud "UUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHH!!!" And it happened again. She began squirting her light ejaculate into my hand. I wouldn't let go and she held onto my arm tightly. The bed was fucking soaked, kids. So much fun. As she recovered, I washed my hands. She was prone and absolutely quiet.

When I came back, I pulled out my flogger. I slammed it down on the bed. She abruptly opened her eyes. Wide. But I surprised her. I gave it to her to examine.
"Go ahead, honey." I said. "Swing it. See how it feels." And she did so. And a giggle came out of her mouth...this was her first flogging...I have experience in that...and she was wanting to enjoy it.

"Grab your dildo." Throwing her bag at her, she rapidly reached in and pulled out a cherry-red dildo of roughly six inches or so. I kept a quiet, even keel in my voice..."Get on your knees. Head down, ass up." "Yes, Sir." With a loving little tattoo on her right cheek. Cute. "Start fucking yourself, honey. Let me handle everything else." And she did. At a fast clip, too. I watched her slam it in and out. I pulled the condom off me, and I then began an easy swing onto her back, so she wouldn't be too shocked. She remembered to show me her excitement through her voice and started getting hot. As she got more excited, I swung my friend down on her harder and faster.

It was very easy to follow her signals. Just as I had hoped, just as I had developed my own outlook on how to use a flogger. And the closer she got to her next cum, the faster and harder I hit her. This all went on for quite a while. And her voice....damn, her voice told me volumes:

"OHHH MY GOD, RON...OHHHH SIR....FFFFUUUUUCCCKKKK....UUUUNNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHH!!! I LOOOOOVVVVEETHIIISSSS!!! FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!! UUUUUUUNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHH!!!!"

My God, I wish you were there to see. You'd be fucking yourself raw in the chair by the bed, I promise you.

I had flogged her to great success. But now it was my turn. I was sweating and breathing heavily, but I stopped flogging. I again yanked a toy out of her hand and, in the only time I raised my voice, I shouted "OPEN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!!!" And she did so.

And I throatfucked this hot woman. She had a small mouth and her teeth were scraping my cock, but I didn't care. I grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth. When her hair kept slipping out of my hands, I clutched her bitch head and fucked her as hard as I could. She kept gagging and hung in there...a first for me. I kept fucking and shoving and fucking and using her as I wanted.

She loved it. She loved it all. And what a gift this was to give.

I was close to my own cum but I couldn't stand anymore, so I collapsed on the bed. She also was needing a break, but she throated my cock as I laid on my back. I grabbed her head and kept pushing myself into her. Pushing and shoving and, you know me, swearing aa loudly and as gutter-like as I had in me.

FINALLY....I had a great, wonderful yell in me and let my jizz shoot into her. She let it drip out the sides of her mouth, all the while continuing to gag and breathe, gag and breathe. And when I was done, she laid beside me....

After we recovered some, she went for a towel and properly cleaned me, although her sucking was pretty thorough. I gently reached down and pulled her by her hair up to me. I kissed her passionately and said "Damn...you are a good girl!" Her eyes lit up and she said "Thank you, Ron...Thank you, SIR." She had done exactly as she wanted. And as I wanted.

The rest of our time, there was more flogging, especially on her pussy. She couldn't get enough of that. I spanked her and actually bruised her left cheek, but she simply laughed. "I'll say that I fell in the parking lot, if anyone asks." We chuckled. She took every bit of what we had discussed. And a little more, because I had it in me. It was fun. It was all laced with passion and lust and bodily exchange and...

And a new friendship emerged. I look forward to seeing her again. And I couldn't wait to share the whole day with my girls.

Yes. My girls. That's for down the road, friends.

In the meantime...HAPPY NEW YEAR! Come visit anytime. I also look forward to keeping all my friends out here enthralled with my own life. And learning and loving more about all of you.

A Holiday Meeting - Part One

We'd had lunch twice before we met. She was tiny, attractive and "...in real need of a man's company"...her words, not mine. My age, so she had some understanding of my own frame of reference in life. She tracked me down through my profile on a web site. We talked and e-mailed consistently for a good month. She was submissive and ready for some strong attention. And by God, so was I, friend. I was going to enjoy this as long as time would allow.

After our first lunch, she said that next time she would pick up the tab. Didn't ask her to do so, and that was fine with me. The morning of that next lunch, she called me to say that she was really low on funds and wondered what I thought. I said "Well, we can always postpone, if that's what makes you feel right." Then she said the oddest thing. After a pause, she said "You know, a real gentleman would offer to pick up the tab."

Ah. I see. And I'm NOT a real gentleman by not offering to do so.

So I said to her (and I think this is verbatim) "Young lady, a 'real gentleman' sat and listened to you complain last week about your husband... A 'real gentleman' bought lunch, was attentive and respectful, and really liked you and what you were looking for. A 'real gentleman' does not need such an attitude near him!" Calmly, but firmly.

And then I hung up. Never in my life have I hung up on anyone, but that simply grabbed me in the wrong way.

She spent the next week apologizing. Sending me notes on e-mail. Texting on the phone. Now my original impression was that this was a strong woman who wanted to play a submissive role in the bedroom; she was looking for a man to offer her new experiences and to try new things. She tried again to make a lunch date and, to be honest, I held off for a bit. I wasn't at all sure that this would be a positive experience for me. But...in time I did meet her for a second lunch. And she was everything I wanted her to be. It was fun and full of humor and stories and we were there almost two hours. But I also kept my guard up. Just in case.

We made a meeting time at a hotel downtown on the Monday before Christmas. At that second lunch, I shared with her that I would be reinforcing in our fun. All she needed to do was what I asked her to do. Nothing hugely threatening or difficult. I told me that she was going to cum and cum, and anything else was extra. She stared at me and almost under her breath with anticipation said "Really?..." So yes, that sounded fun.

In fact...it was RIGHT. UP. MY. ALLEY.

I told her that she was going to orgasm as much as I could get her to do so, and then some. I wanted to push her limits and exhaust her. And myself at the same time, if it came to it. No arguments, no problems. We established a safe word. We had thoroughly talked out what was going to happen. Since this was comparatively new for her, I wanted her to FEEL safe.

She got off the train and called me. I had some orange juice, fruit and a muffin available. She was nervous and excited on the phone. I told her the room number and in minutes, she was knocking on the door.

"Come on in, honey." She came in with a nervous smile. Put her bag down. Could not stop her nervous chatter. I grabbed her...pulled her to me...kissed her hard, yanking her hair back roughly. When I finished, I looked at her.

I slapped her.

She was slightly surprised, but game. This is what she had asked for. I said to her quietly "Are you going to listen to me this morning?"

Breathlessly..."Yes, Sir."

I said to her "Unbutton this." She reached up and unbuttoned her lovely top. I quickly reached for it, pulled it over her shoulders and held onto it in front, trapping her arms in the process. I grabbed her hair and kissed her again, throwing my tongue hungrily into her mouth. She could not stop moaning in her own lust. I had established the power base. From then on, I steered the ship and she came along willingly and comfortably. And almost orgasmed standing there, she told me later. Easy conversation followed...the exchange of getting to know each other in a different, more intimate, more sexual way. As ordered, she slowly took her clothes off for me as we talked about some of life. People. Her trip in... Finally she was naked...and gorgeous...and mine.

Thus, the morning began...

Faithful Friends....

Orignally this was to be a fun, highly energized post about a Christmas week meeting with a new friend in downtown Chicago. And I will, indeed, get to it. But right now, I just need to share a bit.

These last three, count 'em, three holiday seasons have found me in a kind of mourning. It's just the luck of life's draw, of course, but still it's an exhausting, emotionally debilitating kind of experience to emerge from.

2007 saw the tragic passing of my college roommate at his own hand on Christmas Day. He was in trouble and kept it all to himself. Never married, never told anyone to my knowledge of his mire of pain. I found out in a newspaper. Thankfully I was able to attend services, but it was quite a week.

2008 offered the death of an actor/stage manager friend due to cancer on New Year's Eve. He'd been fighting it for a while, and he showed a lot of balls in the fight. I admire how he handled it to this day.

2009...Christmas Eve morning, to be precise...was a repeat of last year. Another actor friend of mine that I had known for well over 20 years. Same illness as the previous friend. His family withdrew from life to deal with it privately in hospice. Naturally, it had to be respected, but dammit, I surely would have loved to offer a handshake and some kindness. His funeral is tomorrow.

I'm tired. I'm dealing fine, but I do wish that this would stop. I have lots on the horizon to look forward to...changes in my life that will be quite remarkable. But I didn't need the confirmation of tragedy to tell me that these holidays are always challenging in my life. I know I sound a bit immature here, but sometimes... well, sometimes you have to exercise the right to question why...

Twinkling......

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The Harem -- Autumn

“Two-three-FOUR!!!”

The instructor shouted incessantly for all to hear and follow. Autumn dutifully followed suit. It was a Sinatra saloon song “One For My Baby” that flowed through the rehearsal hall. There were twelve dancers in the number, all wanting very much to impress the teacher. She continued her relentless counting and occasional criticizing of students. Autumn, however, seemed impervious to it all. For her, dancing was more than an artistic exploration. There was an inner connection that defied any explaining.

This day, it was a sexual thing….the dancing turned her on. Physically. Emotionally. And her involvement was always more than just personal. It created and emphasized a direct line to her pussy. It had been like that since she was a young girl.

One particular section did it. As the piano moved, as the singer made his plaintive cry, Autumn suddenly stopped. She went down on her knees and hid her face. One of the other women came over and hovered, protecting her from any questioning or comment. Autumn was on her knees, spasming. Jerking inside. Literally orgasming. It was all should could do to stifle her vocal moans. She stayed there for about thirty seconds, as the music and dancing of others continued around her.

The instructor, to her credit, came over and asked “Autumn, are you all right?” Her friend Meg immediately said “She’s okay. She hasn’t eaten today; she warned me about it.” Autumn looked up with flushed, yet dancing eyes. The teacher simply said “You’re done today, honey….” Looking around the class, she said “You’re all done today. Monday, 6:30. Don’t forget your shoes.”

Meg helped Autumn up. “Damn, girl” Meg said quietly. “I wish I could get that to work for me!” They both smiled at each other. Autumn said “Let’s go get a drink.” Meg responded “On me tonight.” “Fine….I’m not arguing this evening. Let’s just get the fuck out of here.” On to Ronnie’s.

As she drove down the street, Autumn was a bundle of different things. Excited and nervous. Exhausted and horny. She’d not been with anyone that she really enjoyed in quite a while. and she enjoyed going out when possible. She certainly didn’t want to be seen as someone desperate, hanging around in bars and waiting…waiting. But Autumn did enjoy Ronnie’s – there was a comfort level there whenever she went in. And after any rehearsal that was as challenging as this one was, blowing off some steam…even if it simply put her to sleep…was welcome. Autumn was one of those souls who was constantly discovering her sexual side, and she wanted fervently to find response to what she was putting out into the cosmos.

The car radio suddenly went to a B. B. King tune, a hot and steamy blues that Autumn simply loved. She heard the beginning of the song and sighed to herself. She rolled the window up and cranked up the music and the air conditioning. Absentmindedly, her hand brushed the nipple of her wonderfully responsive breasts…she was always very blessed that way. The brief wave inside her caused Autumn to grab her breast while driving. And she wasn’t subtle, either. She worked that tit all over, getting the nipple very hard and very big. Through her top, she pinched herself hard and let out a squeal. Then she started laughing. She was waking up. And she pulled her nipple away from her breast, shaking it in the process and cried out “FUCK!!” Meg was following in her own car. No one was around…what was the harm?

The women arrived at the bar and quickly parked under the same tree in the lot, their own safety net. They strolled to the entrance of the bar and, as per the usual, went to the bartender, a friendly sort with a shaved head.

“Autumn! You hot little bitch! HOW ARE YOU?”

Autumn laughed from the gut. “Hello, Ron! Uh…would you please help me with this?” And she pointed at Meg. The bartender took a quick look at Meg and smiled broadly. “Well, well, good evening, young lady!” Meg also laughed and said with slight sarcasm “Ronnie, you are just SO-O-O funny.” Smiling, he reached under the bar and pulled out napkins, snacks, the usual barfly accoutrement. “The quality tonight here has been a little, uh, tolerable. You just raised the bar. So for you two” he said “…this round is on me.”

“Wow…” Autumn said. “What’s the occasion?”

“You came in. That’s good enough for me.” He winked at her slyly and motioned to the back of the bar. “He’s back there this evening.” Both ladies looked around and saw through the medium-sized crowd a man, drinking a glass of wine, reading by himself. Autumn had watched this man in the last week or so and was interested. He kept to himself, though, so she respected the distance. Ron brought Autumn a Tequila Sunrise and Meg a Sierra Nevada. It pays to be a regular….“Okay, honey” the barkeep said. “His name is Mac. He’s a writer and works freelance for the paper. Divorced and pretty quiet. Smart. Just moved into a new condo over in Lakeview.”

“Hey...your neighborhood.” Meg said to Autumn, who smiled inwardly.

“Plus” The bartender smiled. “He’s asked about you, too.” Autumn suddenly got shy. “You’re kidding me, right?” He motioned to him to come up to the bar. The man smiled and walked over. Meg turned into a giggly high school girl. “He’s coming, he’s coming , HE’S COMING!!!”

Everyone turned now to see this appealing man arrive at the stool next to Autumn.

The host did the honors. “Mac, this is Autumn. Autumn, Mac.” Mac took her hand warmly, as Autumn met his gaze fully. This chemistry was immediate and hot. “I’ve seen you in here” Mac said. “I just had to meet you. I hope you don’t mind my being so forward.” Looking at Ron, he said “I’ve been taking lessons here from one of the masters, I think.” Ron smiled. “Son, if you only knew.” Everyone laughed. “Please come join me.” Mac took Autumn’s hand and they went to the back table.

Thank God it was a Friday night. Meg stayed at the bar for a while and eventually made sure that Autumn was all right. Then she left .

Mac and Autumn, both strong people, fell into each other’s company like a hand in a glove. They shared so much in common…movies, music, food. Experiences, both sexual and otherwise. They discovered that they actually lived three blocks apart and after a couple of hours, they left together, hand-in-hand. The bartender smiled inwardly. A job well done…

Autumn invited Mac into her place, which was thankfully free and clear that evening and for the entire weekend. Literally as soon as the door was shut, she locked the door and threw her purse on the floor. She turned Mac around and kissed him fully on the mouth. Mac clutched her hair and drew her head back to get at her gorgeous neck, kissing and biting as he went. Autumn wanted to shower and was conscious of her dance sweat…which turned Mac on so much. “Please….Mac…I need to freshen up….” Mac took her by the waist and said firmly, but gently,

“No…you don’t. This is just right.”

She led him to her bedroom and started taking her clothes off quickly. Mac stopped her for a moment. “Is this new?” he asked, grabbing her dark blue stretch top. “Well, I –“ He didn’t wait, literally tearing it off. It was like a damned romance novel…except that she had it knotted at the waist and it wouldn’t rip any further. They both laughed uproariously. Mac said “I’ll buy you another one tomorrow.” Autumn said “Don’t worry about it. Come on….Let’s just play, you fucker.”

Both being naked now, and Mac not taking any time away from this woman’s body, he threw her on the bed, resuming his wonderous kissing and nibbing. Autumn was eating this up, too. Mac lingered on her round tits, the nipples jutting out proudly and in harsh excitement. Tonight was, indeed, a night when she just wanted to be taken, while still being the resilient sexual being she always was.

Mac worked his way down to her cunt, now ultimately spread open for her pleasure. Her clit was just as flushed and filled as her nipples and he knew what to do. Tonguing….up and down….back and forth…fuck this hot slut….gimme this cunt…he started tonguefucking her, throwing his face into her crotch. Autumn began grunting loudly, just as he wanted her to do. She clutched his head in her hands and began fucking his face, rapidly. And Mac was a champ, staying right with her. She began to feel a buildup to that great place inside and ground herself faster and faster into him. He threw her hands aside. Thrusting up her legs, he then took her hands to hold her legs up. And he dove into her pussy with abandon. He took her clit between his teeth, so they were baring touch her. His tongue circled as fast as he could move it.

Then he started to hum. With this hot woman’s cunt in his mouth, he was humming. A human vibrator. Autumn went crazy with her orgasm. She felt herself literally spasming on his face, the rhythmic throbbing a new sensation to feel, even if she intellectually knew that it happened. And then…..my GOD…

“Ohmygodoooohhhhmyggggoooooddddd!!! WHATAREYOUDOING???? FFFUUUCCCKKK!!!”

He shoved a wet finger into her asshole and fingerfucked it, something she didn’t expect, something she hadn’t really felt much of in other lovers…but it intensified the orgasm even more. She screamed in alternating delight and slight pain, even as her cum helped her relax into it…This was a man who wanted her to know that her needs were important to him. She recognized it and was highly thankful.

After her cum, Autumn turned over for a moment. She absentmindedly reached over and opened the drawer to her nightstand. And Mac saw her paddle. He took her hand. He crawled up to gently lay on top of her. He whispered in her ear “Do you want this?” She joyfully nodded, her eyes closed, her nirvana still upon her. They both laid there for a bit, feeling each other physically, Mac grinding his cock into her buttcheek.

The sheet then was pulled to expose Autumn’s ass and legs, where Mac moved down the bed to work and tease his cock with an expert touch, barely grazing the back of her knee. Up to her thigh, taking himself and slapping her thigh with his dick. It felt heavy and absolutely wonderful to Autumn. Fuck, she thought, why doesn’t this happen every damned day??? She started grinding her pussy into the hand that she had slipped under her…what a fucking turn-on this was. Mac lingered a little on her ass, giving all kinds of attention to its appealing firmness and almost valentine look. Then the tease stopped. He grabbed the paddle from the nightstand and reached under her in one smooth and swift motion. Autumn automatically moved her ass up to meet him, starting to masturbate furiously, knowing what was ahead. He softly rubbed both her cheeks and then…

THWAAAAAACCCKKK!!! Down came the paddle onto her ass. She knew it was coming and still squealed with lustful delight.

THWAAAAAACCCCKKK!!! On the other cheek it came, and the same squeal out of her hot mouth. Autumn continued to fuck herself with three fingers. She was getting her favorite toy done to her in a way that she just lapped up. This really WAS a special moment….or was turning out to be so….Mac yanked the sheet all the way off her and began to steadily use the paddle on one of the most gorgeous asses he’s ever seen. “THIS IS SO FUCKING HOT, AUTUMN!!!” he said out loud, speaking to her and not really directing it at her, but to the experience. And it continued.

THWAAAACCCCKK!!! In rotating cheeks.

THWAAACCCCKKK!!! THWAAACCCKKKK!!!! THWAAACCCCKKK!!! And Autumn could not get enough. She didn’t pull this toy out often. But this time…oh fuck yes….

THWAAAACCCKKKK!!! Again and again. And the closer she got to orgasm, the faster and harder he swung…which only added to the intensity of the sex. Finally, as she was about ready to orgasm, Mac threw the paddle out of his hands and brusquely shoved his cock into her cunt, nearly trapping Autumn’s fingers in the process. “JESUS!!!” she cried, almost losing her breath, but quickly recovering. She was so fucking drenched. And he was so ready for this fucking bitch under him.

The lust now took over. She used language she never thought she had…and spoke to a man who was attending to her every whim:

“Ohfuckyes…fuckyes…FUCKYES…MYGODTHISISSOOOOWONDERFUUUULLL!”

Mac began fucking her hard. And fast. It was as if the man had changed personality in a moment’s notice. Autumn wrapped her arms around her pillow and they quickly found a rhythm. He fucked her with a stream of dirty language that turned her more red than the ass flush she felt. And she absolutely loved it all…

“GODYOUARE AHOTFUCKING LITTLE BITCH…OH FUCK YES, WHAT A NICE SMOOTHFUCK YOU ARE…GODDAMN YOU...LOVELOVE THIS LITTLE CUNT!”

He pumped Autumn like a monster and started unconsciously digging her hips with his fingers. And he wasn’t holding back a thing. Neither was Autumn, who kept stabbing at her clit as she was being almost savagely fucked. She was so hot, she began to cry. The release was coming at last, and it touched her in a place inside that was being filled after so long a dry spell. Her own words now matched Mac’s, and she was now an absolute whore, if just for this moment…

“JESUSMACFUCKMEFUCKME!! FUCKMEOOOOOOHHHHDON’TSTOP!!PLEEEEAASEDON’TSTOP!! OHHHHHHGGOOOODDDDDD!!!!”

And as she started cumming again, the sounds of slapping torso and the feelings of her red, slapped ass began to merge together. Fuckfuckfuck, she heard from the back as Mac, now with a totally different look on her face, let his eyes sink into the back of his head as his own orgasm began. Mac shot his load inside, spasming violently, letting out a huge Tarzan-type yell. And there the two of them went. Down the road of lust, arriving at the same destination at the same time. It was heaven for both of them. Just heaven…

They recovered slowly. Curled up in a spooning place. Autumn sunk back into Mac, her cunt sopping with her own juice and Mac’s cum…Mac draped peacefully behind her, her hand cupping her full breast. “Mac, my ass is tingly.” Mac chuckled quietly. “Well…isn’t that what you wanted?”

Oh, hell yes…:)

Ronjazz and Aurore -- Fun in the Night!

I’d admit that I'd been after this woman. Something about this young, hot bitch that just did it for me. She knew it, too, and even in her submissive nature, she just might have been playing a little game. Fine. All I knew was that we shared similar outlooks on life and love and sex. After going back and forth for a long time, I finally, finally corralled her into listening to me. And doing for me as I tell her. I sent a note telling her that I would soon be in her neighborhood. She was to meet me in the large, empty parking lot down the street from her…yes, I easily found her home….She was to dress appropriately – a skirt that offered easy access and some fuck-me heels were all I needed – and to make herself available to me in any way I ordered.

I think I surprised her a bit, don’t you?

I made her wait for a while, but eventually I pulled up in my rental car. She did exactly as she was told to do…a specific pole with no light, under which we would both park, lights on and facing each other. A gorgeous woman, even as she protested that she didn’t know so. Part of my own tact in dominance is in making sure that you, woman, know that you are appreciated…and hot…and fuckable….and thus ready for my attention.

She stood there facing the pole as I told her, arms around it, waiting. Waiting. She properly followed instructions in saying to me “Please, Sir. Beat me as you want to beat me. Use me hard, Sir. I can’t wait!” Hot little slut. So I grabbed a wrist from behind, pushing myself against her in a strong, using kind of way…She shoved her hot ass back to me. When I finished tying her around the light pole, I reached down and pulled her skirt up and SMAAAAAACCCCKKKED her as hard as I could.

“You give me this ass when you are TOLD to, honey!” Just playing games with her. She abruptly replied “Yes, Sir.” I grabbed her thick, wonderful hair and pulled her face back from the pole. I said to her quietly and firmly “You are mine for the next few minutes. You will enjoy yourself, I am sure. But you do NOTHING without me doing it to you. You understand?” “Yes, Sir” came the meek, but obedient reply.

She was nervous, of course. I still hadn’t allowed her to see me yet; her eyes were shut tightly and her body was waiting. I said to her “A sundress. Nice touch. You know how to please a man.” With that, I slowly untied the straps from her shoulders and let them fall. I held the dress in place and rubbed her fucking ass…God, it was beautiful. And creamy. And mine. She deeply enjoyed, I know, the attention on her asscheeks. I made her suck my fingers wet and I brusquely shoved the middle one up into her. She lost her breath and wanted to cry out…and knew that she shouldn’t.

I smiled….”Good girl.” Then I pulled out my finger and yanked her dress down away from her body. There she was…naked in the stark carlights. Breasts crushed against the cold metal of the pole. I immediately slapped her ass a dozen times or so. As HARD and as FAST as I could do it. Quickly I rubbed her ass in comfort as I reached around for her drenched pussy, as it sucks in three fingers like a mouth to a straw….Fuck yes…she LOVED this attention, even as her voice began to shake. “You do love this; I can tell.” Breathless, she replied “Oh Goddamn, yes SIR!” I kicked her legs farther apart, because I wanted to see as much of my hand inside this bitch as I could. She responded…well, remarkably. Yes, she cried out….and tears were almost on her tongue by this time. But she dutifully took all four of my fingers into her juicy cunt. Which I then took fully into my hand and began physically shaking her torso all around. Again, as hard and as fast as I could…and I freely admit it….I LOVED THIS.

Resumed the spanking. I kept at her ass for a while. Then I started slapping her lower back and moved upward. This provoked some loud vocal reaction, but no protest. And my God, she wanted it all. The pain, the pleasure, the mix, the crying out. ..I paused, breathing heavily, I admit. I whispered to her “Don’t you dare move.” Went to the car and got a buffalo flogger that I had just purchased. I swung it onto the carseat, so she could hear it. She turned her head in response, but said nothing. Keep in mind that she still has not seen my face.

I came back behind her and again whispered in her ear “Stay where you are.” I rapidly flogged her thighs, her calves in a back-and-forth motion. Not as hard in the beginning. But as I increased the speed and the strength on her, I moved to her back. And her ass…damn, I loved beating that ass….And from her lips, a pained voice filled with tears…wanting, desiring tears…

“MORE!!! YES!!! HARDER!!! FASTER!!! MORE!!! OOOOHHHHH!!!”

I used her as a whipping post by this time, and she couldn’t move. Nor did she want to. She reached a place in her of constant moaning in a steady pitch, only breathing when she had run out of air. And that made me fucking rock-hard. I threw my flogger toward the car. Unzipped my pants as fast as I could. Physically bent her body, so her pussy was right there for the fucking. Shoved my cock in quickly and rode her cunt. However and wherever I wanted. And she hung right in there with me. In the midst of her own painful ambrosia, I heard her yell out loud :

“FUUUUCK ME YOUFUCCCKKER!!! GODDDAAAMMNN, I AM CUUUUMMMING ALLLLLLOOOOVVVVERRYOU!!!!”

That did it. I shoved her into the light post painfully and shot my cum. Her cunt, her ass, everywhere on her body. And she absolutely ate it up…..

I stood there as she stood there…two people in lustful recovery….When we got ourselves back a bit, I reached from behind her….Undid the Shibari…She turned ever-so-slowly and saw me…We smiled. We put our arms around each other.

“Hello Ron” “Aurore, honey….how are you? You okay?”

Tell Me...Just Tell Me...

Of course I want to fuck you, honey. What's wrong with that? Just tell me what you want.

I'm pretty versatile. I can give it to you quietly...slip myself inside that oozing pussy slowly... locking our eyes together and feeling the soft, wet friction easily dissolving into that smooth fuck that we both just drool over...

I can be a little more adventurous, as I am usually wont to do...while we're fucking, I'll just grab your ankle and turn you onto your side.... slowly moving that leg around me when you get there... putting my weight onto your gorgeous hip and just pump away...make that vocal noise for me, I love that....

I can also be pretty kinky and innovative. You know that by now, don't you? I can increase the tempo in that dripping wet cunt of yours....pinch the nipple on your breast...slap it around a little, make you grunt while I leave my red mark...tell you in word "fuckme, you hot fucking bitch, give it to me, don't you stop, fuck yes, fuck yes..." And enjoy spanking that ass while I'm at it. All you need to do is let it happen...

I would also turn you onto your knees, grab as much of your hair as I can, and fuck you as hard and as fast as I want...because right now that's what I want from you... help me escape... just be the little whore I need right now ....

Your only responsibility in all this is to simply tell me what you want and then come along for the ride. We'll see what we can do. I even have a couple of other guys and a myriad of girls here for you, if you want some variety...

JUST TELL ME. That's all I ask. Because otherwise...I'll have to tell you what I want. Would you like that more?

Shopping is WHAT???

....Now honestly....someone out here explain it to me. I have never experienced anything even close to unbridled shopping, especially on this day-after-Thanksgiving strangeness. But really... is there anyone out here who truly believes that ''shopping is better than sex"???

Prove it. Buy something and have an orgasm. I dare you.

My Turn -- Part II

As time passed during the weekend, it was obvious how absolutely hungry Nitebyrd was. Not just for affection and sex, either, although that was certainly a major consideration. No, the thing that she seemed to need, that I sensed instinctively was the utter reaching of recognition of her spirit. She wanted someone to see that she was a woman of emotional substance....who owned her own kind of strength...whose generosity was natural and well-considered and intuitively submissive to the person she chose to share such things with. I could sense it just as easily as I could breathe. It was a fascinating exchange, one that changed my own life, too.

I dove into her cunt with the energy of a new puppy, tempered with the knowledge of an old dawg...lol...I am proud of my oral abilities and I wanted to give them to her fully. I spread her swollen pussy lips apart -- she was already drenched with excitement -- and worked my tongue. Teasing her at first, wanting to pull out of her those magic moans and noises that I deeply enjoy. It was like drinking from a glass. And suddenly when I finally sucked into my mouth her wonderfully fat clit, she suddenly giggled...yes, giggled. I wonder if she now remembers that. Anyway, I worked it hard, twirling it in every pattern I could come up with. Round and round....now up and down....now across from side to side....harder and pulling her pelvis into my face, wanting to give this bitch what she came for. Literally throwing my face into her. And she took it all like a woman should...grunting and holding onto my bald head, seemingly wanting to steer it into favored places. Fine with me, honey...let's ride.

Then I took the vibrator lying next to her and shoved it in her cunt so easily. Nitebyrd clutched the small bullet attachment and almost crushed her clit with it, she wanted it so much. And there we went. I guided the vibe up into her G-spot and worked it around, talking the dirty streak of sex that I love so much. For her part, she did the same on her clit with the bullet, rubbing herself hard and fast. With my left hand, I held the vibrator inside her...with my right, I helped the magic bullet out.

And here she orgasmed. Loud. Hard. Thought I saw a tear come down her cheek as I look up at her face. The moment I did that...she squirted me on my own cheek. OH MY GOD! Fabulous! Kept the whole thing going as long as I could sense she wanted it. On and on and on.... till finally we stopped and rested. I laughed out loud and she asked me what was funny. I said quietly and proudly "Honey...you shot me on my face." She looked up at me quickly. "I DID WHAT???" "Yeah, look how wet my cheek is." And we had a wonderfully loud laugh at the moment. The walls were finally down, if they hadn't come down before. And the nervousness of new friends faded away.

Now...the coup d'grace of the weekend...Nitebyrd brought her flogger with her.

And yes, we had thoroughly discussed it all between us. We were adults and knew what we wanted. Her consent was emphasized by the fact that she had her own flogger, and she WANTED to be taken care of in this regard. I've written a post on my own personal experience with all this, and the point at which I have arrived. So when we were in the same bedroom, there was no turning back. And neither of us wanted to.

So after some loving and reassuring foreplay, I put her on her knees. Her toys were at the ready. I tested a few strokes on her to make sure of what she was in for. And when she said "Harder!", well, it was like a lightning bolt shot through me. I wanted her to equate this fierce physical feeling with her own sexual rise. So I told her to masturbate while I whipped her. Her flogger has some weight to it; it was not a light instrument. Leather straps and a corded handle. Loved it.

And we began.

We shared with each other that the closer she got to orgasm, the harder and faster I was to hit her. And I was SO pleased at how quickly that happened. I held little back. I flogged her ass. Her back. Her shoulders. Her feet. And when NB got closer to the cum, I started offering more. Harder and harder. Faster. On her ass, I developed a circular motion that kept hitting her at a good speed. And when the strokes flowed over onto her pussy, she absolutely screamed with ecstasy. Which, of course, drove me further to make her understand that at this particular moment...she was MINE! To do with as I wanted...which, thankfully, was what she wanted.

Then I turned her over.

Again we started easily. She was on her back and needed to build up to the frenzy again. I slapped her tits, and she yelped with joy. I swung down onto her stomach, and she grunted loudly. I beat her thighs and lower legs. I hit her pussy again and again and again, and she just ate it up like a kid in a candy store. And here we come again, getting closer and closer to orgasm. And once again, I increase the speed and strength of her flogger. And as she got closer, she began this steady vocal moan, all in one breath. And her voice got higher in pitch as I bore down. At the cum, I was on her hard and fast. She let it all go...it lasted a long time. And deservedly so. This is why she was in my bed....and not just because of being flogged...but because she found a place where she could definitively LET IT ALL GO....

When she started coming down from it all, I used the flogger in a comforting way. Stroking her body with it. Soothing her. Calming her down. Allowing her to find the trust in me that she needed to find. Her strong legs relaxed. The curl in her toes straightened. And she was calmer, relaxed. I asked her "You okay?" She looked at me with sparkling eyes and said simply "I'm great. Just...great!" And we laughed.

Couple of more sessions of it all that evening. All in all, it lasted over two hours. It was a breathtaking experience and helped me realize that the struggles I'd had over the past summer and early fall in trying to find my way had paid off. At last....

The next day, I carried her bag all over fucking Chicago. It was large and heavy and that evening, I was so damned tired, I couldn't get it up to fuck her! LOL....she understood and gave me a break. But I did give her a really good spanking in trying to do so...I was simply reminded that as a man gets older, he learns to pace himself. Which really pissed me off, because I did want, as she did, a good old-fashioned knocking. But...we contented ourselves with cuddling and touching and talking. Knowing that this particular friendship would last a long time. We gave each other a gift that weekend. I helped her with those feelings of breaking free from her own
emotional confinement. She helped me see that I do have more power inside me than I realized
I had. And that I can, indeed, control it.

We all find our own way in the best way we can. This is one of the last things I ever saw in my life. But boy....the gifts I've received....:)

Okay...My Turn -- Part I

As I share this with you, there is a glow that remains from my exchange with Nitebyrd. One that offers a lifelong friendship and mutual satisfaction. We've shared a fair amount of ourselves through blogging here for the last 2-3 years. We discovered a surprising amount of things in common over that time, and she's quite a woman. And let me tell you....this woman has been starving for the immediacy of intellectual and physical and sexual camraderie, just as I have. We made our plans and she came to see me....

The very first thing I did...as I told her I would do...was to slap my hand down to her pussy right there in the airport. She giggled like she does...we hugged and kissed and made our way back to civilization.

Nitebyrd is an esthetician and a very good one, from my perspective. I had told her that I wanted her to help me with a wax job on my back. Never had one before, and it was quite an experience. I laid a thick comforter on top of a dining room table as a way to lie down...for her to do her job. OUCH...at first. Once I got used to it, I was fine...lol...although if you women go through this every time you have a bikini wax, I now have a new and highly supportive perspective on it all. She was comfortable and elegant. She touched me gently and firmly, and she was enjoying every bit of this, I could tell.

One time she left the room...I began stroking my cock impulsively. Got it nice and hard and was stroking slowly and evenly when she came back into the room. Her eyes got big, though she did her very best to not give it away. I admit to having both the voyeur and the exhibitionist inside me, and I wanted her to watch me. And she did. I wanted to turn her on in every possible way during this visit...what better way, other than to dive into her body, than to show her what excites me. She watched intently. I shave my balls, so it was smooth and open to her. She made a couple of 'mmmm' sounds that were either involuntary or implicit...either way, I showed her a bit of me and after a few minutes, the waxing commenced.

Now to the meat of the matter...literally. Nitebyrd loves, LOVES to give head. And it was some of the best I'd had in a long time. I like to be teased and she did so expertly. I like attention, painful attention on my nipples in such an endeavor...she loved twisting and tweaking. I am very verbal in sex, too. So as is my wont, I began instinctively yelling her bitch-slut out into the bedoom. She used her teeth a bit, and it was quite hot. She would bob her head and then would stroke me and then bob it again. Fucking bitch was driving me nuts...thankfully.

One of my favorite things -- always has been, always will be, ladies, so remember this -- is to grab a woman's head (or hair) and fuck her mouth at a pace of my choosing.. The woman hung in there with me and I fucking LOVED IT. Finally, I just let go of her head and gave her the moment... She made me squirm...she made me yell and grunt...and when I orgasmed, she was wonderfully receptive in her mouth. She let me cum as long as needed...and she will tell you, I"m not an easy man to hold down in orgasm. I kept my cock in her mouth and she swallowed every fucking bit of my cum, just like a good girl should. A really hot little bitch, she is, I promise you....:)

This new whore of the weekend needed some payback. And what a sweet pussy...damn! But...now it's your turn to be teased, friend. I promise to finish next time....keep reading....:)

Work!

Hi, all....Just opened a play last night, so I've been a bit slow in getting things back up here this past week. Rest assured, I will offer you some fine entertainment when the weekend arrives. I ask your patience.

"So Who Wants To Come Up Here?"

...as the instructor stared straight at me....

As I entered this absolutely new phase of my life -- and as brave or foolish as I've always been -- I saw on the website a workshop on flogging. I can't explain why it appealed to me, but yes, I did go. It was in the southeast Chicago suburbs and was affordable ( many workshops are free, by the way ), so off I went. It was in a club near the Illinois-Indiana border and convenient to my next job.

A comfortable place, surprisingly. There were about fifteen people in attendance. The instructor was a stereotypically burly, big man with a gentle approach. There were three people with him -- another man and two women, any of whom were 'models' for the demonstration. I entered into this carefully, doing my best to put the images that we all see in media aside.

The instructor showed his array of tools first. He had four different types of whips, from very light stinging to heavy thudding leather. He demonstrated on a pole with padding around it what they sounded like and described the function of each. One of the women was very gregarious, joking and making the nervous crowd laugh. The instructor also provided everyone with literature about his own history in the lifestyle and talked to the interested about their own histories, if any, and what they wanted to take away from the workshop.

I stop here to share with you that this entire workshop was, dare I say, very organized and professional in its approach. Yes, the subject matter was very unorthodox. To some, the very fact of talking about beating someone with a foreign object is offensive. But my endless curiosity kept me going. I was riveted in my seat and not going anywhere. Even if this didn't work for me, I was going to see it through. I had already invested in the discovery of this side of life; I wanted some payback.

Oh, boy...

The instructor finally got to the meat of the matter. Utilizing one of the medium-sized floggers, he asked the other attending man to step forward and hold onto the padded pole, which the subject readily did. He then began swinging. It went for a couple of minutes, and the instructor did not hold back. The receiver began to cry out here and there from the pain, but you could tell immediately that it was not a difficult thing for him to endure. He still had his shirt on, ostensibly so the visual of the results of beating would not be so eminent to the attending crowd. When he was finished, the instructor stopped. Went to the other man and put his hand on a shoulder...."You okay?" "Yes, sir, I'm fine." Which then prompted a couple of women in the crowd to impulsively ask "How did that feel? Are you hurt?" and other such questions.

Fascinating.

After the discussion, one of the women stepped forward. She was a short, curvy girl about 30 or so, the one who was open and joking. There were two straps hanging down, which she grabbed onto. And the instructor repeated the procedure with the lighter whip. And this time, the added feature of covering her whole body. Not just her back. It seemed to last longer, but it probably was similar. She was surprisingly quiet during her moments, staring straight out to the wall, almost like a movie character from the Middle Ages. Upon completion, she let go of the straps and began breathing heavily. Again the instructor checked on the subject's wellbeing, to which she joked "When do you get YOUR turn?"

Finally...the other woman stepped up. She had long dark hair, a wonderful body, and she wore a top that exposed her back. The instructor picked up one of the two heavier whips, the ones with a thicker kind of leather. He again swung at the pole to have us all hear how it sounded. Then she stepped up and grabbed the straps, spread-eagled. The instructor then looked out at the crowd and said "Do we have any aspiring Doms here?" Three or four of us raised our hands. He looked around. His eyes settled on me, and he said quietly:

"So who wants to come up here?" .....as the instructor stared straight at me.

I was roped in. I stepped up, introduced myself as requested. He gave me the flogger and said "Hit the padding, so you know the weight of the whip." So I did. "Again." Okay. He then said "There you go. Match that sound to what you do with her back. Take a few strokes to acclamate to what's going on. Then continue."

I looked at the woman. She smiled and said "It's okay, sir. I wouldn't be here otherwise." So... I started. I swung about a half-dozen times to get used to what in the world I was doing. And then we began to push. Harder I swung. She kept saying "Yes, sir. Yes, sir....YES, SIR." And so on.

And then a wonderfully erotic thing happened. Shocking and even throwing me a bit. She let go of one of the straps and reached her hand inside her sweatpants. She began masturbating. MASTURBATING. As I was swinging. I kept a steady tempo and looked at the instructor, who smiled and quietly urged me to keep going. This woman was fucking her pussy while she was being beaten. In front of people.

OH. MY. GOD.

I kept going. I broke a sweat and still kept going. And this astounding feeling of power swept over me. With her accompanying cries of lust and simultaneous pain, it was a rush from out of nowhere. Christ, I realized that I was having fun doing this!....Finally, the woman let go a huge cry. She was orgasming! And I was flogging her! In front of people! Now the 'in front of people' thing is always something I would enjoy in sexual fun, especially with a willing partner. But this was a whole new realm.

I stopped, profusely sweating and admittedly nervous. She let go of the other strap and collapsed to the floor. The instructor came over to one side, me to the other, making sure she was okay. When she recovered, she looked at me with a toothy grin. She looked at the instructor and said breathlessly....

"My God! This guy's a fucking natural!" Everyone laughed with relief. The instructor said "Ron, this girl is an exhibitionist, too. I didn't tell you that.!" Again, everyone laughed. I found out that I was involved in this for nearly ten minutes. The instructor chose me, he said, because I was older and, from the questions I had asked in discussion, offered responsibility for what I was asked to do.

Wow. Wow. Wow.

I loved it. I was hooked. It was an astounding, freeing experience. And I have developed since my own philosophy on it all.

But next....the flight of the Nitebyrd and how I brought her to earth....God, that sounds like an old-time radio promo....lol....

Counseling The 'Perv' Inside

This is a condensing of four counseling sessions I had that helped immeasurably in arriving at where I am now, friends. The first one was pretty standard, with background, reasons for contacting a therapist, etc. Then...we dove in...


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...."Okay...so tell me what's wrong with how you are feeling..."


She sat calmly, this attractive kink counselor I'll call Susan. Obviously I was not yet comfortable, even as I knew why I was in her office. She actually offered me coffee as we talked. I shared with her my recent experience of being attacked. How it made me feel. How it stirred urges inside that I couldn't yet explain, let alone act upon. How in the past, there had been rare occasion of relief and even satisfaction through very select partners sexually that the vast majority of my friends simply would not understand, let alone the vaunted word 'society'.


So Susan said to me "Ronald, it seems to me that you feel as if somebody took something away from you." Yes, I acknowledged....my spirit had been invaded, and I just didn't know how to handle it. "This reaction you have...there is absolutely nothing wrong with it." "So then, Susan, how do I handle it? I'm so afraid to lose my temper; I have no idea what might happen." "Don't overreact, Ron. You are obviously much more aware and sensitive than most of the people I talk to on this subject." "What subject?"


"Dominance."


Now intellectually, I knew it. And you all know my awareness of so many things sexual. But it really did catch me offguard, the immediacy with which Susan went right to the meat of the matter. So I sat and listened.


She shared that the philosophy behind it all was so much more than the images that one often sees. And that it's not anything that is entered into seriously without lots of discussion with people of trust, people with experience in the life, and people who care about safety and self-expression...an odd combination at the time to me, but one I now understand and accept.


Susan asked me about my own sexual practices. I asked her right back why it was important to share this with her. "Because you are the one concerned with the mindset you have. Talking about them offers insight into where you can go with what you might be attracted to." Jesus...so common sense. So...yes, I told her.... I like to spank. Hard. I like very rough sex; I deeply enjoy submission in that regard. I love the thickness of a woman's hair, so I can pull and clutch and, well, you get the rest. Other things as well, which I'll keep for now.


She said "Do you realize that these are fetishes that comprise a basic part of D/s? These are also starting points for further exploration into BDSM."


Really? So my physicality is a fetish? Susan chuckled at me. "Well, not as a whole, Ron, no. But those things you just shared are regarded as fetishes in the 'community'. You really are no different than many others." And then she said something that really surprised me. "With your outlook and the practices you say you enjoy, some woman would be happy to be a very lucky submissive for you."


Again...really? Me? "Oh yes, Ron. You would be highly prized." I have been naturally practicing what I intellectually feared for the majority of my sexual life. The word that kept creeping into my mind was 'fascinating'.


Okay, Susan, so you need to be my new agent, then.

And it's interesting, as I look back a bit. I previously had shared with you a blogger friend who enjoys these things who said almost verbatim the same thing to me. The fates were talking to me. I decided...for my own comfort and sanity...to listen. And to act. I found a website that appealed to me, that approached the subject gracefully and almost communally. Yes, some images still don't agree with my own growing approach. But I kept moving forward. I created a profile there. I am nearly as open there as I am here, except for a picture (because of my profession, naturally). And I am happy to share it with you in e-mail, if you'd like to know...and if you have arrived at the same place I faced, no matter how you got there. And the fascinating thing was offering up a list of the 'fetishes' I appreciated...plus some that I wanted to learn about.


And get this...I went to a workshop on flogging. Yes, flogging. It was not at all what I expected. And it was pretty impressive. And I got to be a part of it, almost by accident. Stay tuned here; I can't wait to hear you laugh and see you smile about this... The writing is now coming back to me, and I want to share it as articulately as I can...


Oh, by the way....a term I never encountered before... sapiosexuality...the fetish of being sexually excited by one's intelligence or articulate nature....I guess that means I want to fuck all of you at the same time...:)

So It All Starts For Me...

....a bit farther back. This gorgeous, wonderful weekend that Nitebyrd and I reveled in has some roots that I need to share with you. I want you all to know, because I always tell the truth, and if there is any way that I can help anyone, this is one way. Not the only way, naturally, but one way.

And it starts in crisis.

Back in July, I was performing here in Chicago in a production of Cyrano DeBergerac. One of those summer playhouse things where you bring a blanket and some wine and food and watch. A lovely setting. Every night I would walk home, since the venue was that close to where I was living. Usually a warm, comfortable summer night.

I rounded a corner onto my street and was literally a block away from home when it happened.

I was jumped by three men. One kicked me in the side. One sat down on top of me and put a knife to the back of my neck. The third reached into my wallet and took out the cash, probably $40 or so. Then a car turned the corner and they scurried off me and ran quickly away. The car kept going.

I laid there. Trying to catch my breath. Wondering what the fuck had just happened. I was there about 10 minutes or so, I guess...and in that time, an entire array of emotions washed over me. First I was petrified...now Nitebyrd will tell you, I'm a pretty stout and strong guy; not much really gets to me these days. But this day. I shook like a baby in the cold. Then...anger. I was very angry....I stood up and started yelling profanities as loudly as I could. I kept yelling until I couldn't yell anymore. Not a person in the neighborhood stirred. Not one. No lights came on. No one came out their door to check the crazy fucker in the middle of the street. Nothing. And here's the interesting thing....I was pulling a case with my laptop in it. They didn't touch it. Not once. I had nothing missing.

Nothing but my calm. For one of the very few times in my life, I could not stay calm. And I did not like that feeling one fucking bit. No one in my life has ever seen me lose my temper...the way I grew up and the accompanying baggage had taught me to keep it all in check. But not this particular evening.

The police station was three blocks away. Three blocks. And not one police car came by. So I walked over to report what had happened. I could not have been treated more impersonally by the two cops who took my report. As I think about it now, I wondered why they actually didn't call someone for ME, I was so angry.

So I finally got home. This hour or so had altered my life forever. I took a shower, as I was wont to do. I got to bed....I pulled out some lube. And I couldn't concentrate on finding relief.

I cried. I cried like a damned baby for about a half-hour. I had no one to talk to. No one who gave a fuck, because the world is that way.

In these rare times of intense anger and frustration, my own history had taught me that strong physical exertion of some kind actually did help on occasion. So I rode a bike. I tried working out so hard that I would just fall asleep when I was done...no endorphins for me, for some reason. One day I walked 17 miles. WALKED 17 miles to downtown Chicago and back home. Nothing would work.

I'd had rare occasion to experience with a couple of women in my life some very rough physical sex. I have proudly a fairly wide experience sexually, and intellectually I knew that this would be something that would help. But no partner was available. I had shared such interplay four or five times in my life. Found it extremely satisfying. But it could sometimes be so strong that I was afraid to let it all go. And most of all, who could I trust? How could I get it out in a safe, strong way that wouldn't frighten a partner?

Nitebyrd and I have known each other for a few years now. We shared similar attitudes on life, people, work...and sex. But she had to convince me that what I was looking for was really okay. And I didn't acquiesce at first. I fought it. I wanted to share it with you folks...and I did try. But not understanding how I was feeling entirely only made the feelings more intense. Jesus fuck, what was I going to do?

Another friend out here (whose name I will keep to myself) made it possible for me to understand that what I was for did have a name. It did have a philosophy behind it. And it could be practiced in an intelligent, safe way. But when the entire realm of BDSM is put in front of people, it conjures up such conflicting and difficult-to-understand images that I had to do my research.

So I went to counseling. I went to a kink-friendly counselor who was, well, calm. In the meantime, Nitebyrd and I, in our exchanges, began talking more and more about the intensity of such an exchange. And it took some time...it took a lot of time. And talking. And thinking.

I'll tell you all, I promise. I know this is not necessarily what many might expect in this blog. But you know what? You know if you read me consistently that I am nothing if not honest...and bold. Stay with me....it's just important to me that I tell you all in this way.

Assignation - Finale

Enjoy yourselves. I cannot tell you the value of this experience...

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The discussions we had regarding handling frustration and anger were ones that found us in perfect agreement of something we both wanted but for totally different reasons. We understood and accepted each others desire for the experience. This one statement should tell you all you need to know and/or understand about what we are going to write for you. The desire for being flogged during a sexual act was consensual and much craved by both of us.

I bought a flogger a couple of years ago when I first became interested in the possibility of being hit during sex. My life’s circumstances over the years has led to me being distracted, disinterested, bored and basically a zombie in all aspects of day to day living. Since I was numb to most feelings, I started to focus on pain. Not put-your-tits-in-a-vice pain but the mixture of some pain to enhance the pleasure. Flogging or spanking seemed a good thing to try. My friend also wanted to experience the feelings of giving that pain. He will tell you his reasons.

My friend is a muscular, fit , healthy man. He commands attention and exudes authority. He also is very gentle and tender but powerful. He’s complex and exciting. I value our friendship on many levels.

The anticipation created its own excitement and we were more than ready to begin after some kissing and touching. I began on my knees, bent over to be able to work the vibrator in my very ready pussy while he stroked my back and ass with the flogger. As I became more aroused, he increased his hits. He worked the flogger like he’d had a PhD in flogging! He called me slut, bitch, his slut (which made my pussy tingle!) and varied his strokes masterfully. The closer I came to orgasm, the harder I wanted to be hit. He obliged when I yelled, “Harder!” I could tell this excited him tremendously. The strands of the flogger nipped delightfully at my wet, swollen cunt as I worked my clit with the vibrator. The stinging blows and the tremors emanating from my core gave me an intense orgasm and allowed me to enjoy nothing more - in mind AND body - my own pleasure.

It was a gift . The best gift EVER!

I rolled to my back after that incredible orgasm and was treated to the lashes on my breasts, stomach and wide open, very wet, pussy. I knew that he was excited but I gave no thought to his climax or pleasure. I was awash in so much FEELING of my body and mind that was all I cared about. Again, I came with an intensity that caused me to be transported to another place, another time. I was totally selfish and was encouraged to be so. That alone caused me to cum.

As I came down from orgasmic heights, that I’ve never experienced before, my friend stroked and soothed my body. He held me and kissed me until I was able to relate my emotions to him. The very pleasant stinging of my flogged body was such a glorious reminder of his strength and caring, I wanted it to last forever.

We were able to manage two such sessions that evening and both wanted more, more, more, but time was not on our side. I know that both of us are grateful to have been able to give this experience to each other but we are now wanting more. We are separated by miles and miles and need to find partners that will be able to “dance with the same grace” as we did. No easy feat, that!

Writing this has been difficult for me because I want it to convey my correct thoughts and emotions of the experience. What I can tell you is that my friend, my lover, my “Sir” - Ron, is an incredible friend, lover, “Sir.” He gave his time, his wit, his home, his body and his desire to me without question or expectation.

Ron is a very rare human being. I am honored to call him friend, lover, “Sir.” I hope that we will be able to meet again to further our adventures and create more erection causing, pussy wetting stories in the future. He is one fucking sexy man!

I was going to continue about him fucking my face, which was another fantasy of mine come true, but I think I’ll stop and let him tell his side of the story. Writing this for y’all has brought back some luscious memories and my Hitachi awaits.

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In case you don't follow Nitebyrd, hers is the eloquence here. My goodness....Now it's my turn. I'll be writing here ASAP. Talk to me, folks. Tell me....tell us what you think...

A Brief Pause

....before Part III, the juiciest part, is revealed.

Wanted to share with my friends here of a deep, introspective turn for me. Nothing you can't handle, and certainly an enhancement and aide in my own life. These last couple of months have forced me to deal with a couple of issues in life that I had eternally turned away from. It affected me far more than I thought it did, and I held some of it in shame.

I'm being purposely vague here, because some of what I want to share with you -- not too mention one of the most unique sexual weekends of my life -- is due in the next and final installment. I want you all to be open and enjoy what you read. We had a great, fabulous time and want to share it with you in ecstatic detail.

Just know that I'm back. I'm a little beaten-up and certainly wiser. I have learned far more than I ever thought I would. And I want to offer it to all of you, male and female. Sexually, it's a great place for me.

Now...you keep reading. It'll be here before the weekend is out.