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I'm a Kinky man living a fine life with a vanilla woman. We love each other and I don't want to screw that up. At the same time, there's a Hyde to my Jekyll and he needs some release. So here we are.  Discretion is a given. If you wonder if it's worth it, then you haven't spoken with me or anyone who's been used by me. I give good mind and have references to that effect. ;) Of course, Experience is better than references...

7/31/2009 5:14:30 PM I've shared some scenarios online with people I was interested in. Here are a couple of them, just to give you a taste of where my mind goes. --- "The room is warm and dark around the edges. The only lighting is stark and it illuminates a small patch in the middle of the room. You fill that patch. All else is in shadow. You kneel on the large soft pillow, your head bent down to the floor, your arms stretched out over your head, grasping a handle, bolted in place. The shiny satin of your mini night gown has ridden up, exposing you to whatever, and whoever, is behind. A naked toe strokes the sole of your foot, rubbing up and down along the length of your foot. A wide smooth strap is cinched around your legs at the knees. You feel someone settle in behind you, down on their knees, straddling your ass from behind. Warm hands grip your hips and a well oiled cock pushes into the cleft of your groin. It doesn't enter you, but slides into the valley created by your thighs and pussy. Once it is all the way in, you can feel its length pressing up against your entire vulva. As it begins to rock, you can feel the circumcised tip bump past your clitoris with each thrust. The hands on your hips pull your ass closer and tighter into his lap with each rocking motion. Every once in a while the thrusting stops, replaced with a circular, grinding motion that leads directly to a new series of thrusts." --- Or something more intense along the BDSM line: "Warm darkness. You are lying naked on a bed, the sheets soft and rich against your skin. Your hands and feet are tied high up, elevated above the four corners of the bed. Even though you try to see, it is too dark. It is quiet. Do you hear someone breathing, or is it your own breath? Holding your breath doesn't help. Your whole body is too loud. You hear the blood pumping in your ears. You hear your heart beating in your chest. It seems as though you can hear your hair growing. A floorboard creaks. The bed dips on your right. A person is lying down beside you. No, not beside you. The dip is only in the middle of the bed. They are lying perpendicular to you. There is breath on your chest. Blowing. Pursed lips are blowing on your skin. Lips touch the skin of your side, just below your ribs. Teeth nip the skin. The lips travel along your skin, up towards your arms, and then back down towards your legs. The bed dips on the other side. Another set of lips begins to trail along your other side. They trail separately for a while, then, as if by magic, they are in sync, traveling up and down your skin, exactly opposite of each other. There is a soft surge of weight on the bed and two sets of lips descend on your breasts, one set per breast. Tongues swirl on the meaty softness of your breasts, circling around, pressing in, backing off. And your nipples are sucked into warm mouths, trapped between sharp teeth that hold them firmly just below the teat. Tongues saw back and forth over the tips of your nipples. Unconsciously you reach for the heads that must be on your breasts, only to remember that you can not move your arms. You pull gently to test the bond, but it holds. You pull harder, then harder. Can you pull loose? No. The tongues continue to flick your nipples while the teeth gently gnaw. You can feel how sharp the teeth are on your skin, but their control is perfect. Yet, at any second, ... Oily hands begin to travel over your chest. The mouths on your breasts are gone. The hands go everywhere. They milk your tits, your arms, your legs, press hard into your belly, stroke around your neck and throat, knead your hands and feet, and slide in along your crotch. One finger, not connected to the four hands you feel roaming around your body, is gently probing your pussy. The hands are swirling randomly, at a methodical pace on every square inch of your exposed body except for your head and your ass, but then there is this finger, this thick, supple finger, trailing back and forth, up and down in the valley of your pussy. Finally, it stops moving in mid-stroke, the tip lined up with your hole. Slowly, like a serpent entering a lair, it slides into your body, rotating as it goes, making the entry bigger, knuckle by knuckle, while hands milk your tits and others claw the big muscles of your thighs. There is movement on the bed and you feel a body straddling your chest. The knees press down next to your ribs and you feel ankles swing up against your armpits. There is weight settling down onto your chest, but it is not oppressive. Hands are gripping you where your legs meet your waist, and you feel his bare ass press against your face. You can tell by the size and feel of it that it is a "his" and not a "hers". The cleft presses down onto your face, grinding itself against your nose and mouth. You feel his ball sac and cock rubbing against your chin. The ass grinds down while the hands grip the tops of your thighs very tightly, and the finger in your pussy is methodically pumping knuckles in and out of your vagina. The other oily hands are still milking your breasts, gripping them firmly at the base and squeezing as they pull up, stretching your tits and tweaking your teat as it releases before repeating the process. The ass grinds down against your nose, rubbing your nose against his puckered opening as though you are to fuck his ass with it. Then you realize that this is exactly what he is doing. He is fucking himself on your nose. The grinding has changed to a back and for rocking. He's sat up (when did he do that?) and is rocking his hole against your nose. This goes on for a moment before he shifts and the ass is now on your mouth. Your tongue comes out and probes him. For the first time there is an audible sound: he groans loudly at the feel of your tongue on his sphincter. You lathe him, your tongue swirling in the opening of his ass, churning around and around. You feel his legs quiver against you (where are his hands, now?) and shudders run through the muscles of his butt into your face. Everyone is suddenly gone. They are softly moving around you. After a moment there is pressure on your arms and legs. Whatever they are tied to is being lifted higher up. Your body is off of the bed, suspended by your limbs. A face presses into your crotch and lips and a tongue massage your clit and lips. The tongue is unusually long, penetrating you and swirling around inside of your pussy. It is a man's. You feel the faint stubble of a freshly shaven cheeks against your skin. There is something new happening. The face is rocking against you, and suddenly you know what it is. He is being fucked from behind while he eats you. You feel the intensity of the rocking slowly increase, getting faster. There is a loud slapping sound, accompanied by sharp breaths from the face in your thighs. It comes faster, more often, as the rocking into your pussy gets more intense. He groans and the loud "CRACK" sound surges him into you. He is biting your lips, chewing on them as the fucking drives into his body. There is an animal roar from behind him as he trembles fit-like in your pussy, and you feel streams of warm wetness squirting against your back. The tremors grow fainter. The face drops out of your groin. You can hear the long, heavy breathing. It goes on for a while, slowly getting softer. And then it is quiet again. There is a buzzing sound in the darkness. It comes closer, from the right. Closer. Then you feel the tickling vibrations against your navel. Is it a large vibrating dildo? It's so wide, not pointed like the kind you're used to. It trails down your belly and nestles in your pubic hair, trailing around in your trimmed patch, pressing against your pubic bone. It's pleasant. It begins to vibrate more intensely and it promptly pushed into your pussy. You realize that "it" is a vibrating egg. It is moving up into you. It moves so far up into you that your lips are closing together behind it. That's when you feel your lips closing around the digit. It is slender, like a woman's. The finger holds there, motionless, while the buzzing travels through your insides. There is a smell. What is that? It's familiar. There's a heat to it. Your legs are moving up again. They're at a 45 degree angle from the bed below you, or so you imagine. A hand lifts your head just as a small, highly focused light illuminates your groin from between your legs. You can see your whole torso before you, but your legs disappear into darkness. A slender arm is there, its owner shrouded in the shadow. Its hand is against your crotch, where the hidden finger disappears into your body, where the egg is now sending rhythmic pulses along with the steady buzz. A strip of heavy paper appears, held by two hands. The end of the strip of paper is laid down onto your groin, right at the top of your bush. Then the hands lay the length of the strip down on your crotch. It wraps down and around, in between your legs. The hand that held the top end of the strip presses it down into your hair and skin, smoothing it down as it goes. It is hot, and not unpleasant. But you realize that this is hot wax on the paper, and your apprehension grows. "How will this come off," you wonder. Idiot, you tell yourself. You know damned good and well how this will come off. As the hand presses the paper into place between your legs, the finger slides out and away. The end of the paper is right up to the edge of your sphincter, with the hands pressing it down against your body. Your pussy is sealed shut, with the buzzing egg sealed up inside of you. The light goes out. You feel your legs being lowered and your arms being lifted. You feel level over the bed, in the darkness. You are stretched over a bed, suspended in the air by your wrists and ankles, which are stretched out, leaving your taut body completely exposed, except for your pussy. Your pussy is sealed shut by hot wax, with a vibrating egg buzzing away inside of it. There is a new sound. Something is swishing through the air. You know that sound. The soft strands of the thick cat land lightly on your belly, with only the lightest of kisses. It is suddenly gone. You hear it being spun gently in the darkness, close by, and then it strikes again, very lightly, on your breasts. It lays there a moment, and is slowly dragged up over your neck and face before it is gone into the darkness. SWACK! It crashes across the middle of your right thigh and is gone. You can feel the tips of the strands being dragged down your left leg, and over your foot, then over your right foot and up your leg, through your groin, all the way to your waist. It brushes back and forth across your navel. Something is happening. You feel something being pushed into your ass. You hear the motor sound and the something begins a steady rocking in and out of your butt. You remember this. It feels very nice, especially with the buzzing against your pubic bone, from the inside, no less. As the rhythm of the firm piston in your butt takes hold, so does the rhythm of the cat on the front of your body. You squirm, but you're held tightly in soft bonds. The cat strikes gently at first, but bites a little more each time. Soon the pain of the cat blends in with the pleasure of the buzzing egg and the pumping dildo in your ass. Your body's nerves are starting to twitch. Bit by bit you're becoming, agitated at first, then frantic, and finally frenzied. You orgasm rolls into you, even as the whip flails you squarely between your legs. You scream a long and rolling scream as the electric wave rolls through you like a frothy, boiling wave. You're limp and sagging on your own limbs. The whip is gone. So is the mechanical penis in your ass. Only the vibrating egg is still working, buzzing away inside of your sealed vagina. Your wrists have been untied and your hands have been brought together. You can feel a crossbar in your grip. Your hands are tied to the bar. You hold on, sensing that you need to do this. You feel your legs being moved together. No, not together, but almost. A short, steel spreader bar is being attached to your ankles. You can see them. When did the light come back? You've been lifted higher. The light has moved back to show you that you're attached to a large beam structure that surrounds the bed you were on. You see the eight inch spreader bar holding your ankles at that exact distance apart, but it's the hand over your groin that has your attention. It is holding the end of a heavy paper strip. In the tapered end of it is a large brass grommet. The hand tugs on it and you feel a tiny nip of pain between you legs, right next to your anus. It's the wax holding your pussy shut. The hand lowers the tab and tugs down on it. You can feel the pull on the flesh of your pubic hair as well as the sensitive skin of your lips. The hand lifts up the tab again and another hand appears from the darkness. It is holding a small brass chain with a snap attached to the end. The first hand holds up the strip while the second attaches the snap onto the grommet. In the light you can see that the other end of the chain is attached to a beam stretched between the posts and above your feet. The light glistens off of the gold colored chain that holds the end of the wax strip between your legs. You can still feel the buzzing inside of you, shaking your clitoris from the inside out. You can feel the pressure building up inside of you, slowly, toward a second come. It's not close, but it's on the way. Hands take hold of your legs and you feel slack in your restraints. They start to lower you to the bed, but as they do you feel the wax pulling on you. "Stop," you shout. They do. Your legs are lifted back up. A hand lifts your head so that you can see what is happening. There is another beam below the one that holds your pussy secure. On it there protrudes a small, shallow wooden ledge about six inches wide. The bar between your ankles has been placed on that ledge. As the hands relax, your limp legs slide off of the ledge. In an instant you see your legs swing down, the chain go taut, the tab pop up, and you feel the beginning of the paper being ripped off of your body. Just as you scream, the hands catch you, lift you up, and place your spreader bar back on the ledge. The egg continues its pulsing buzz as if nothing had happened. "Don't relax," my voice whispers in your ear. "At least, not until you're absolutely ready to." There is no sound. You hang there, pressing against the bar in your hands to keep your ankles perched on the small wooden peg between your feet. Your legs are rigid, but your pussy twitches. You can see the chain from your groin glistening golden in the harsh light, sagging ever so slightly. From behind you a shadow passes over your head and a short gag is pushed into your mouth. You feel it wrap around your head. From the shadows you hear several pairs of feet pad softly away. A door opens, and closes. Did they leave? The egg vibrates in your pussy. It feels so good. If only you could relax. The vibrations build in your clit. Your thighs squeeze together with a mind of their own. A pressure builds in your head and belly. You start to bend your legs."