Tuesday, January 26, 2016

ASS TO REMEMBER


BOOTY TIME !



















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Tuesday, January 19, 2016

MY SECRET HIDEOUT

Unplug, log off and hide out.

Friday, January 8, 2016

CHRONICLES OF THE SCRUFFY BLACK GUY: SPANK FEST WITH SMILEY

It was Saturday night, just one day before the Folsom Street Fair.

For those who are unfamiliar, Folsom Street Fair is an annual event for people into leather and various kinks to get together and celebrate......well let's just call it what it is.......its an annual freak show!  Can't beat that definition.

There were many pre fair events happening throughout the week.  One would be a spank party just for men.

Most of the crowd was older in which I didn't mind.  However there wasn't much going on.  

After about 30 minutes of cruising, I took a seat.  Not too long after, a guy came up and struck up a conversation.  He was a bottom and wanted to be spanked so I kindly obliged.  He was probably in his late fifties.  He was not a bad looking guy at all.  But with most bottoms experienced in BDSM, spanking or any other kind of fetish, it would turn out to be very mechanical.  No matter how hard I smacked his ass or what I did, his response would be minimal.

After a few minutes a group of onlookers would gather around.  In the crowd was a good looking guy observing intently.  I usually hate crowds staring but this guy was hot as fuck!  Not to mention he was actually into what I was doing.

I am really more of a private player but having this attention on me made me want to show off; spanking, caressing and playing with my partner's ass as my admirer watched.

I found myself getting aroused, not by the bottom I was playing with, but by the attention I was getting from this guy.

After seeing no response from my play partner, I brought out a few paddles and a flogger in which the bottom welcomed.  Yet still this guy didn't even flinch.  After about 20 minutes of monotonous spanking and flogging I decided to end our playtime by saying,"I'm going to take a break."

We parted ways and I began to cruise the spot checking out the different scenes going on.

Across the room from where I'm checking things out is the young guy from before.  I notice him checking me out with a huge smile on his face.  I smile back at him in hopes that he would come my way but he doesn't.

Finally I take a seat on a bench a few feet from the play space.  A few minutes goes by and the guy walks past me and smiles again. This time I get a much better view of him.  He was a beautiful man.  He looked like he was Spanish with some other type of exotic ethnicity.  He was a short stocky guy but with muscle.  He couldn't have been more than 5'6" probably about 170lbs or so.  Again, he was a little stocky but was proportioned in just the right places.  With his light brown beard and short dark brown buzz cut, he reminded me of the porn star Francois Sagat but without the hair tattoo and he definitely smiled more.  Actually it was amazing; more than amazing in my opinion.  I'm a sucker for a guy with a great smile.

Everywhere I went  this guy was there.  There is no doubt that this guy is stalking me.

There are stalkers that are plain creepy and then there are stalkers that make you proud to be their prey.  This guy was definitely the latter.

I figure I would play cat and mouse just enough to give him a good tease.

I'm pretty good at reading people.  Just by his body language I knew he would not make the first move as he appeared somewhat shy.  I can tell by his ethnic features and strangely enough by the way he smiled that he didn't speak much English.  And last, I can tell by the way he was passive aggressively stalking me that he wanted something from me.  My goal is to find out what it is.

Finally after a few minutes of having this guy follow me, I turned around, walked up to him and said," Hey how are you doing?" 

"Good." He replied smiling.

(Me) So you are here for the Street Fair ?

(Guy) Yes.

(Me) I saw you as I was playing.  Would you like to play?

With a big grin he shrugs his shoulders. "Yes. Maybe?" He says with uncertainty and a thick accent.

(Me) Where are you from?

 "Where I'm from?" He ask as to grasp what I was asking him. "Portugal." He finally says.

(Me) I will start off very soft.  Its at your level of comfort.

He shrugs his shoulders again and smiles.

I take a seat on a couch in the play space.  He walks toward me.  I motion him closer so that he's just inches away from me.  He's wearing a brown leather police uniform.  I unbuckle his pants.  

Sunday, January 3, 2016

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