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Posted:Jun 16, 2019 7:19 am
Last Updated:Dec 17, 2021 5:41 am

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Such a Good Girl
Posted:Sep 2, 2021 5:44 am
Last Updated:Jan 23, 2022 1:45 pm

Let's call this a collaborative effort. Adapted from an actual sextual encounter.

One way or another she found my profile, and she must have started browsing my photos, because all of a sudden, without warning, I see this message appear in my inbox:

“A cock that thick and delicious needs a hungry mouth”

That certainly got my attention. I replied, “That's what I've been thinking!”

I wasn’t sure how far this would go, what she was after or what, so I thought I was playing it cool. She wasn’t.

“Your profile pic is the perfect view from my knees”

At the time, my profile photo was a shot taken from below, and in front of my thick,hard, oiled up cock. I’d used baby oil and rubbed it into my thighs, abs, balls, shaft and head. I took the photo in my bathroom, but kept the light off. The only light was coming from the hall outside the door. I bumped up the contrast a bit, and I have to admit, I looked fucking good from that angle.

I replied, “Can you feel the heat of my hard cock against your cheek?”

“Mmm yes I need to taste you, feel you pushing into my mouth”

I had the image in my head then. Full breasts, small shoulders. Long dark hair and a mischievous grin. I knew what I would do.

“My fingers in your hair. Your hand on my ass. I love that you want it so badly.”

“Sucking a big hard cock makes me so wet”

“Such a hungry girl. Would you lick my balls? Or are they too hairy right now?”

I had shaved or trimmed in a few weeks. Things were starting to look scraggly when I took the photo, but I hadn’t heard any complaints yet.

“Mmmm of course I would”, she confessed. “Suck on them as I stroke you”

“You might make my knees weak. I'll have to sit down.”

I imagined sitting on the toilet (seat down of course), slouching forward with my knees spread wide. My balls and taint easy to access.

“Means you can hold my head down” she suggested.

“and lift my legs up.” I added.

I was about to suggest something else. I wasn’t sure how she would respond, but she beat me to it.

“So you can feel my tongue press against your ass”.

“Yes please.” I replied. “Finger me while you suck on the head of my cock. I'm dribbling pre-cum and don't want you to miss out.”

“Mmm I need to taste it. Sucking and licking as my fingers take your ass”

“I bet you're really good at this.” I suggested.


“Such a good girl.” In my imagination I cooed it, almost to myself as if to a pet. “I moan and pet your head. My ass pulses around your finger. Slow and steady. I'm enjoying this.”

“Mmm I push a second finger in, feel you grow even harder in my mouth”

“Yes baby. Good girl. You take very good care of me.”

“Mmm yes I do”

“Do you want my cum?” I asked. “Would that make my baby happy?”

“So badly daddy”

“Both of my hands in your hair now. Holding your head and gently lifting my hips.”

“Deeper. Fuck my pretty little mouth”

“Hold still while I slide my cock into your mouth. Your teeth scrape the top of my shaft.”

“Mmm don’t stop”

“I don't want to choke my sweet darling, but I need to fuck your mouth.”

“I need it to”

“I thrust up, and press your head down.” I imagine her struggling to keep from gagging as I do this. “Who's my big girl?”

“Me daddy I moan onto your cock”

“You feel my pubic hair on the end of your nose, and then I push deeper.”

“Thrusting into my mouth, so deep I can lick your balls”

“So warm and wet. Your drool, dripping down into my ass.”

“My fingers inside you”

“wiggling. thrusting. in and out of my hole. my balls aching”

“Fuck my mouth daddy”

“My precum is thicker now. You can taste it.”

“Mmmm yes it’s so good”

“I fuck deep into your throat. Chin on my balls. Nose in my pubes. Will you gag?” I asked, not knowing her answer.

“A little daddy but it just makes you go harder”

Her response makes me harder. Almost painfully hard.

“Good girl. You're so good to me.” I feel genuine pride in this imaginary encounter. I think of how I would look into her eyes and caress her cheeks, stroke her hair, all while prodding the thick head of my cock against the back of her mouth.

“I lift your head and brush the hair from your eyes.” I continue, “My cock glistens with your slobber. You look like a mess, but your mouth is so fuckable.”

“Don’t stop daddy take what you need”

“I hold your head and thrust the head of my cock past your lips. Your tongue curls against the under side and I slide in and out of your mouth.”

“Desperately sucking you, by fingers inside you, I need daddy’s cum”

“I twitch.” It’s happening. “My cock throbs.” I don’t think I can hold back. “You feel the first spurt against the back of your throat and close your lips.”

“Taking it all in my mouth, needing every drop”

“Another spurt. Thick.”

“Sucking daddy’s cum”

“You pull out of my ass and massage my balls. You're such a good girl. Be sure to milk all the cum from my cock.”

I spurt onto my stomach. Cum dribbles onto the back of my hand. I reach for a tissue.

“Fuck I came so hard” she says.

“I hope so.” I type with one clean finger. “May I add you as a friend?”

“Of course” she says, and then blocks me.

Speculative Fiction
Posted:Aug 29, 2021 7:32 am
Last Updated:Sep 2, 2021 5:40 am

Since the pandemic ended I've jumped at any chance to travel for work. Get out on the open road, fly in plane, stay in a hotel, even a day trip for a meeting an hour or two away is like a huge luxury.

I hadn't been to Ottawa in a couple of years and even then, it was in and out, just two days in the middle of the week. This time I was able to schedule my meeting for a friday so I could have most of the weekend to spend in the city.

And visit with you.

We have some history, but we hadn't really hung out in a very, very long time. I was 22, living on my own for the first time. You were 18, bright eyed and bushy tailed at the start of your academic career. It did not last, but we had a couple of fun nights and after a few years we reconnected online and became friends again.

Almost twenty years later, we're different people in a lot of ways, but I can still see that silly young woman come through in your instagram posts from time to time. You've been through a lot of shit, but I'm so happy that you found your husband and have settled down.

I was delighted when you agreed to get together while I visited Ottawa. To be honest, my desire for you hasn't really waned over the years. In fact, you've been so open about your relationships and some of your kinks that I'm even more attracted to you now than when you were 18.

I had this fantasy in my head about meeting for drinks, and then inviting you up to my hotel to "see the view", so I was a little disappointed that you invited me over to have dinner with you and your husband.

You bought this house in an older suburb of the city from a couple that had lived there since it was built. A lot of the fixtures and cabinets date back to the 70s, but it was all very classy. You made sous vide steaks with great roasted carrots and sauted kale.

The conversation between the three of us had a great flow to it. I found myself actually liking your husband, whereas I was prepared to hate him just for being with you when I couldn't be. After dinner we sat at the table with our drinks for a few minutes when you suddenly realize you forgot to give me the grand tour.

"Here's the dining room!", you said brightly, gesturing to our immediate surroundings. "You can see the backyard through the sliding doors and the park beyond the fence. Come on, I'll show you around".

Your husband cleaned up the dished while you led me down the hall past the guest room and to the doorway of the master bedroom. Some boxes remained piled up in the corners, but otherwise it seemed like you'd settled in over the past few months since you took possession.

"So this is where the magic happens?" I teased, nodding towards the bedroom.

You laughed and blushed a little. "Not quite", you said, and there was a mischievous look in your eye. I was intrigued.

You showed me the living room with its beautiful fire place and warm, inviting decor. Then I followed you into the basement.

The finished basement had its own fireplace and sitting area and seemed like a very cozy place to spend a cold winter night. But, you had shown me the listing for this house when you bought it, and this room seemed smaller than I thought it would be. You moved towards the wall behind me and I turned.

That's when I noticed a fine line in the corner. You looked giddy. You pressed against the edge of the wall and it pressed in a fraction of an inch, then popped out far enough for you to grasp it. Like a cupboard door, without handles, you opened the wall revealing a hidden room.

A queen sized bed with iron bars for a headboard and footboard. A tasteful wooden chest of drawers. A wardrobe. A large, floor to ceiling mirror on one wall. A low bench with a padded hole in one end, shackles at the base of each leg. And large wooden X in the corner with leather straps at each end.

"Okay, I see" I said, "THIS is where the magic happens!"

You burst out with that big bright laugh of yours and your eye lit up like sparklers. "Exactly!" you exclaimed.

"This is awesome" I said and we high fived. "Do you mind if I poke around?"

"Be my guest".

The bedframe was sturdy. I gave it a bit of a shake and it barely rattled. I nodded in approval and you giggled. It was so cute.

I opened the wardrobe and found a variety of outfits, costume and other items. Lots of shiny, not a lot of lace.

In the drawers were all manner of impact implements from paddles and floggers to straps and whips. In another drawer were vibrators, plugs, clamps and more.

I made my way to the X frame. "This is nice" I said. "Looks sturdy". I positioned my feet at its base and raised my hands to its upper straps. "This could be a lot of fun."

"It is" you said, and you approached me. I began to blush. My heart pounded and all my playful innuendo disappeared. You stepped in front of me and locked into my eyes. "It's really a lot of fun".

I dropped my hand to your hips and leaned forward to kiss you, but you took my right wrist and standing on your tippy-toes reached up to strap it to the x frame. The blood rushed from my head and I felt dizzy. You raised my left hand to the top of the frame and bound me there as well. Then you knelt in front of me, where my cock was beginning to strain against my jeans and my knees threatened to buckle. You secured the straps around my ankles and stood up once again.

Your warm breath, on my neck. Your voice, soft and inviting. "Is this okay?" You asked.

I swallowed and took a breath. "Yes." I said. "Anything you want."

"You let me know if you're uncomfortable at any moment" you whispered.

"I will."

I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I assumed when you started strapping me to the X that this would be okay with your husband. I assumed you two had plotted this out ahead of time and everything was going according to plan.

He entered the secret room through its open door, then pulled it closed and dimmed the lights.

I assumed correctly.

Your lips kissed my neck softly just below my ear as your hands undid my belt. Your lips traced their way across my cheek, towards my lips as your fingers undid the button on my jeans.
Your lips touched my lips ever so gently and parted as my lips parted and I felt your tongue against my tongue as you unzipped my fly and pushed my jeans and my boxers down towards my spread legs.

You knelt again and I prayed to feel those lips and tongue on the head of my cock, but you only tugged on my pants to get them down as far as they would go, which was not all that far.

Your husband approached us and you stood between he and I. Approaching you from behind he kissed your neck and slid a hand down the front of your pants. You closed your eyes and smiled. A gentle moan escaped your lips. He removed his hand and I could see that his fingers glistened from the wetness of your pussy. He fed his fingers to you and you sucked with pleasure.

You turned around and kissed him deeply, walking him backwards towards the bed, and away from me. My cock stuck out obscenely. I throbbed, but could do nothing. My bonds were secure.

I watched as he laid back on the edge of the bed and you undressed him. I felt some satisfaction from seeing that his cock appeared slightly smaller than mine, but that didn't make me any less envious as you licked and stroked it in front of me. He removed your shirt and bra revealing breasts much more full than I remember from years ago. You spread his legs and knelt lower to lick beneath his balls and around his asshole.

I ached. Individual droplets of pre-cum had begun to ooze from the tip of my cock and dribble down its shaft, cooling as they dried. I wanted to be in your mouth more than ever before.

Your husband rose and lifted you to your feet. He removed your pants and your cute star wars panties. He sat you on the edge of the bed and leaned you back, then lifted your legs and knelt between them. He lapped at your soaking wet pussy and you groaned with desire. So did I.

"You don't okay over there champ?" you asked

"I'm fucking dying here." I complained. "you look so delicious".

"Maybe later, if you're a good boy"

Your husband chuckled and sucked on your clit then, causing you to gasp, then moan. "Show him how you fuck me" she told him.

He stood in front of you and pointed his hard cock at your pussy. He held your ankles in the air and pushed forward, easing into you slowly and steadily. As he penetrated you he pushed your legs back folding you in half. He pushed deep inside you, still standing on the floor, putting his body weight behind the shaft of his cock. He maintained that pressure, then began a subtle in and out of millimetres.

Millimetres became centimetres and centimetres became inches as he slid his cock in and out of you. You threw your head back, grasped your breasts and pinched your nipples while he fucked you. He fucked you like I fucked you all those years ago when you yelled, "you're so big! you're so big!" Is this how you made him fuck you so you could remember me? Would I ever get to fuck you again?

He seemed to pound you like that for ages, until finally he seemed to have worn himself out. He pulled out, leaving your pussy gaping and raw looking. You must have came two or three times, but he was still looking strong.

He turn you onto your front, then lifted your hips. You arched your back and your round pale ass looked like a big beautiful peach, ripe and delicious. He drew his hand back and spanked you hard, just once, leaving his strong hand there for a moment before removing it. You yelped and sighed. He entered you from behind and held your hips as he fucked hard and fast. Air escaped your abused pussy with every thrust until he finally came, deep, deep inside your cunt.

You both collapsed onto the bed to catch your breath and I throbbed, my mind racing.

Could you handle any more? He seemed to have ruined you. Was I to remain bound to this wooden X until you recovered? I had no idea what to expect now.

In time, you caught your breath, rolled over and kissed your husband. You rose to your feet unsteadily and made your way towards me. His cum dribbled out of your pussy and down your leg. The sight of your naked body, still swollen with arousal, coaxed new droplets of pre-cum from my aching cock.

You came up close to me caressed my face and gave me a deep, loving kiss. I lost myself in that kiss, imagining that I had just made love to you in that deep, primal way your husband had just done. Then I felt your hand slide beneath my balls and your lips parted from mine.

You knelt before me and opened your mouth. You extended your tongue and placed it, flat, against the underside of the head of my cock. You exhaled and closed your lips over me.

And I came.
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Straining Against My Pants
Posted:Jul 4, 2019 3:17 pm
Last Updated:Nov 9, 2019 10:44 am

I love the feeling of being erect. Maybe that's not unusual, I mean, who doesn't like to get hard? I indulge this pleasure with multi-hour edging sessions, and sometimes, touchless masturbation, or whatever you might want to it (this is where I lie in bed before falling asleep and just fantasize until I get hard, then try to maintain that as long as possible, or try to make myself using only my mind. It doesn't usually work).

My line of work is office-based, and in previous positions I've had an office to myself. I would never browse porn on my work computer, but I would keep a window open for good chats with one or two email pals, and some of these discussions would get me quite hard.

As mentioned in my previous post, I like to wear suits to work. The thing about suits is, the pants generally hang fairly loose and the fabric is relatively thin compared to jeans or something. For this reason I tend to wear briefs when wearing a suit in order to keep my cock control.

So I'd sit work, chatting back and forth with my email ladies, discussing all the ways I'd like to introduce them to my cock and I'd get hard. My cock would strain against my briefs and I'd cross my legs, squeezing the muscles in my crotch and trying, somewhat, to obscure the shape of my head poking up against the fabric.

If I wasn't too busy I might relieve myself in the bathroom after a while, but usually I'd just enjoy being hard most of the day while trying to just enough attention to my actual job to be productive.

When with a woman in person it's a whole other story. It doesn't take long to get hard if I feel like she wants to be hard. After a short time making I'll be straining against my jeans. I tend to wear boxers when I dress casually, which means I'll hang down one leg or the other. As I harden my cock presses against the fabric. She might not notice first, but she'll usually start stroking my leg some point and, oops, contact occurs a little sooner than she might have expected.

I love how a woman's touch feels through the fabric of my pants. The tension of the material seems to heighten the senses, and of course, hidden away inside my pants, things a bit larger too.

All that straining and tension makes things even more pleasurable when finally able to unzip and bring it . I fucking love it.
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I've never considered myself an exhibitionist
Posted:Jun 15, 2019 12:33 pm
Last Updated:Jul 5, 2019 2:27 am

I was always shy growing up, never volunteering to do anything, never trying for the play, always being really nervous about doing presentations, etc.

but in recent years I've become much more confident professionally and actually enjoy public speaking quite a lot. still not really a "performer" exactly, but much more comfortable being the centre of attention, when I can control the situation at least.

There are a couple of websites where you turn on your webcam and get paired up with other cammers. This really appealed to my voyeuristic tendencies, but it also brought an exhibitionist side.

I don't want to show off my in that environment though, so I've taken to aiming the camera at my chest, with just my smile showing. The response, on those types of sites, has been mixed to say the least.

Those sites are dominated by men, and most of the videos are just guys wanking, but every once in a while you'll come across a woman playing with herself, or just having fun teasing the guys.

I've had a of "wins" on there with women who are equally interested in watching and being watched and I have to say, it's pretty good for the ego!!

But the women on there are so much than most of the time. On here though, the audience for my cam shows is much closer to my demographic.

There are still mostly guys watching, but the women who watch a mature, sexy and enthusiastic, and I love it!
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Posted:Jun 13, 2019 3:11 pm
Last Updated:Dec 17, 2021 5:42 am

In my last post I talked a bit about how I've felt more intimidated by women on here than by women on other dating sites, but there's a flip side to that too.

With women I've met on other sites they often come across as so straight and narrow that I tend to hold back on some of my more carnal desires and step a little more lightly than I might if I really knew what was going on behind their eyes.

And I have a specific example thanks to a profile I just spotted on here. For the sake of anonymity, we'll her M.

M caught my attention about 9 years ago on another dating site. We're in the same city, I was newly single. She was about 6 years older than me, also single, and I liked her attitude in her profile. She's thin and fit, has a bit of an odd to her, but I tend to like that.

We met for a meal at the Java House on Queen at Augusta and to be honest, there wasn't a lot of chemistry. I thought she was cute and I tried to be flirty, but I had the sense she was sizing me up as potential husband or material. I made a couple of dumb jokes she didn't really laugh at, but overall it wasn't a terrible date. At least she looked like her picture!

After, we chatted a bit and she let know that she thought the age difference was too much for her (6 years? really?!), and we didn't see each other again.

Flash forward 9 years later to last week and I see her photo attached to a profile here on Adult Friend Finder is hookup site with a lot of sexually explicit content is hookup site with a lot of sexually explicit content of all places!

Her profile on the other site had come across as a bit up tight, reserved and even a bit suspicious of online dating as a concept. still saving up points to be able to view her profile in full on here but the preview lines explain that she's feeling a bit of spring fever and hoping to meet someone downtown who can host.

That might not sound too exciting compared to some of the profiles on here, but compared to my original impression of her, it is quite a leap!

Maybe she's changed since then (who doesn't change in 9 years?!), but if I'd known there was minx in her back then I might not have been quite as timid as I was.

I sent her a note to say "" and her only reply was to demand a pic, which I sent immediately, but she hasn't responded. Maybe she remembers me and is stuck with her own bad first impression of me.

I can't help but think of how fun it would be to erase it from her memory.
Long time coming
Posted:Jun 8, 2019 9:31 am
Last Updated:Jul 5, 2019 2:28 am

I've been an Adult Friend Finder is hookup site with a lot of sexually explicit content is hookup site with a lot of sexually explicit content user for probably 15 years, or maybe more. This site, and community, have given me a lot of pleasure over that time, but the funny thing is, I've only ever met one woman off this site.

I've been thinking about that a bit lately, and I think it comes down to me feeling generally intimidated by women who are so open with their sexuality and what they want. I'm turned on by that, of course, but there's a part of me that has always felt like, "you could have anyone, and you want me?!"

And I get spooked, as if we'll meet up and I won't be able to deliver on whatever it is I've convinced them I'm like (although I'm pretty honest when I chat with people, so I don't know why I would think that).

The other funny thing about that is I don't feel as intimidated by women on more mainstream dating websites. I've been able to meet up and go on dates with attractive women and even had a couple of fulfilling relationships, but they've never really satisfied the same desires this site inspires.

Anyway, just some idle thoughts on a sunny saturday afternoon.
All I want is a 3-way with my ex and my boss
Posted:Dec 18, 2013 3:12 pm
Last Updated:Jan 23, 2022 1:45 pm

Is that too much to ask?!

Ex - Asian. Petite. 30 years old. Always had to stop when she was on top because she was afraid of passing out. She always seemed to think she had shit herself when I made her cum. I don't know why, it was weird, but hot that it was so intense for her.

Boss - White. 39 years old, two . Slim and fit. A rower. Kind of nerdy. Tiny tits, cute little ass. Her husband is a beefy looking guy. She looks so skinny and small next to him. I want her lips around my cock. I want to suck the nipples off her non-existent tits while she bounces up and down on my thick cock.

but unfortunately, my boss is nothing like my ex's type. She likes big tits. And my boss, well who knows what she got up to in her youth, but I don't get any flirtatious vibe from her at all.

So I guess it'll all have to stay up in my head.
I can't stop fantasizing about my ex, and her best friend.
Posted:Oct 21, 2013 2:56 pm
Last Updated:Jan 23, 2022 1:45 pm

It's been more than three years since she dumped me, but I still can't stop fantasizing about my ex.

Mostly, I think about getting one last fuck or suck.

One of the sticking points for me regarding our break up is that I'm almost positive she was planning on doing it for a couple of months before she actually did. This means, the last time we had sex, she knew it was going to be the last time we would have sex.

Me? If I had known it was going to be the last time, I would have made the most of it. I can't remember a single detail about it. But I bet she does. and that really bugs me.

When she dumped me, after she explained why, and suggested we could still be friends (are you fucking kidding me, after four years?!) I got up to leave and she got up too and said, "Hug?"

I said, "No." like it was a disgusting proposition. Obviously she was trying to make herself feel better. If I had hugged her, or said we could still be friends, then she could convince herself that it's really okay. No big deal. So I refused.

Now I wish I'd replied with, "Blowjob?"

I mean really, what did I have to lose? Should have asked for a blowjob. fuck knows if she would have done it. But she might have. She really might have. out of guilt, but still.

After I walked out her door I only contacted her twice (technically, three times).

That night I called her to tell her that I was not okay with the break-up.

The next day we emailed a bit to coordinate the picking up of my stuff (we coordinated so I wouldn't have to see her).

And some weeks later I posted a missed connection for her, the contents of which I don't remember. I don't remember if it was angry, or what. It was passive-aggressive at any rate.

Now I fantasize about emailing her in the middle of the night during the weeks following the break-up and asking if she wants to fuck.

I fantasize about what if she had been there when I picked up my stuff. One last fuck? Could I cum on her face?

I also fantasize about her best friend.

I knew her friend before I knew her and I fantasize about meeting her for coffee just to talk over shit and try to maintain our friendship (in reality our friendship had been slipping ever since we'd become roommates. I'd already moved out by the time of the break-up and really hadn't been communicating with her at all).

My last communication with her, the friend, was a couple of emails back and forth expressing my frustration over the break-up. She suggested I seek therapy, "talk to somebody". I thought I was talking to my friend.

Now I fantasize about inviting her for coffee sometime when I visit Toronto on business. We'd get back into our old rapport, and I'd tell her about the awesome hotel my work put me up in, and how it's got a great view.

Who doesn't love a great view?

Of course I'd get friendly with her once we're up there.

In my mind, we fool around a while but I hold back from giving her an orgasm. During a cool down I ask her why we never had a three-way with my ex and I convince her to call her, invite her over somehow. and then of course, we do have a three-way.

It's a pretty uncomplicated fantasy, and it works every time. I just picture the two of them between my legs. The asian ex, thinner now, with longer hair. The curvy blonde friend, a little more mature and less silly. They'd take turns sucking my cock, licking my balls, kissing each other, one jerking me while the other sucks.

"Who wants my cum?" I'd ask. I don't even know who I'd want to take it. And when I'm done they look at each other and we all agree we should have done this a long time ago.
My ex got married this weekend, which is fine because...
Posted:Sep 29, 2013 1:16 pm
Last Updated:Jun 11, 2019 4:14 am

... my current SO is away, so I've been jerking myself raw watching the sex videos I made with my ex.

also the photos and videos of us hanging out with her best friend when we were roommates.

It's been a good way to cope.
New Hobby - photoshopping exes and crushes
Posted:Aug 31, 2013 6:51 am
Last Updated:Jan 23, 2022 1:45 pm

This is an odd way to pass the time but it's gotten me off pretty hard, so it makes me kind of happy. Always feel kind of dirty after though.

I have nude photos of one ex girlfriend, and I use these to jerk off quite a bit, but there's something about them that not quite satisfying. I want more.

So I google her, look her up on facebook, instagram, all the rest, trying to find new images of her. Of course none of them are explicit, but some of them have... potential.

So the photo in her brother's photo album, where she's about to take a big, goofy bite of cake, and her mouth is wide open, and she's leaning forward in a strapless dress? Let's put a cock in it!

I've been taking photos of myself, in a position that I can easily photoshop into the image and cloning my cock so it looks like it's sliding into her mouth.

This takes some work. I have to set up several layers, so her cheek goes in front of my cock, but my cock goes in front of the inside of her mouth.

The fun thing is when I position my cock layer between the two other layers, I can slide it in an out and in and out. It's great fun.

But now I've started looking up girls I know on facebook and doing the same sort of thing with their pictures.

And I've started collecting photos of my boss, who is a very fine athletic MILF, and combing through porn looking for women with a similar body-type in similar poses to my boss' photos.

This stupid horny hobby of mine takes up a lot of time, and the worst part is, I can't show it off to anybody!

Which is kind of all right, because I don't really take the time to do it all that well. I mean, it's enough to get me off, because I know the women, and I know that's my cock, but it's a bit of a hatchet job to be honest. Sometimes I don't even save the result. The doing is arousing enough.

It's a bit fucked, I know.
"The Game: Penetrating the Secret Society of Pickup Artists" by Neil Strauss
Posted:Oct 7, 2010 12:53 pm
Last Updated:Jun 8, 2013 8:31 am

I've never been the kind of guy who has girlfriends. I've had girlfriends, but I'm not always dating someone, or dating someone new, and I NEVER pick up.

Most frustratingly of all though: Usually I get to know a wonderful girl, develop major feelings for her, and can't force myself to make a move to take it to the next level.

I always thought this was because I have too much respect for women. I thought, if she likes me she'll let me know. Surely she must know that I like her, so if she's not being overt with her feelings, they probably aren't there. Turns out I was right. The key to picking up women and the key to getting friends to sleep with you is to throw your respect for them right out the window.

I learned this by reading "The Game: Penetrating the Secret Society of Pickup Artists" by Neil Strauss, aka: Style.

The Game is the story of a short, awkward, poorly groomed, nerdy music journalist who get introduced to the world of Professional Pick-up Artists (PUAs) and decides to dive in head first.

PUAs claim to be able to get any woman they want to give them a phone number, a kiss, a blowjob, or full on intercourse. They could even make her fall in love with them, if that's what they wanted.

What's funny is that most of the guys Strauss encounters are just as big nerds as he is. His first Mentor is a guy who goes by the name Mystery. He does magic. They treat meeting women like a video game. They use "routines" and "escalation" to drive their "target" inevitable into their arms.

It's really weird.

...and very, very compelling.

Like I said, I've never been all that successful with the ladies. I do best with dating sites because I can think about my messages and present a different side of myself to whoever I'm talking with. I'm able to do that because of the distance provided by the computer screen. These don't need that kind of distance because they don't think of women as human beings anyway.

But I figure their strategies can be used in less evil ways, and I intend to do some reading into their methods to help me get over some of my shyness and stuff.

One realization I've already come to is that when faced with the prospect of losing a friend or gaining a lover, I think I have to risk losing the friend, because historically I just end up resenting her anyway. and that's no good.
Enjoying my time in Toronto.
Posted:Sep 28, 2010 7:00 pm
Last Updated:Jan 23, 2022 1:45 pm

There's so much to see. Or rather, so much to look at!

I'm sorry Thunder Bay, you have some pretty girls here and there, but on the whole Toronto is just so much more beautiful. And you don't even have to try to find beautiful people in Toronto. You don't have to go to clubs, or fancy shopping areas or trendy bars. You just have to leave the house on any given day, at any given hour and you will see a beautiful woman.

Not that I've been able to partake in any of these beautiful women.

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