MsBehindTheScene

Attention paid long enough.

It never ceases to amaze me what many here expect me to believe.

Having engaged in person with various sorts, I have experienced enough to know for a fact that at least one of those men has more than eight screen names.  At one point, while at another man's place, I discovered that he kept a female domme profile and had submissive men sending him gifts and money.

Another continues to come online and USE women just to jerk off and be on his merry way.

That is just three if those I spent time with in person.  So, pardon me if you have a hard time getting and keeping my attention.

Do not assume that I would ever be genuinely concerned with who or what you do online.

And whatever you think, know that I will always be of the opinion, "ONLINE SCHMONLINE"

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Well now, isn't that special, LOL.

Assume what you will.  Best not to believe I will either confirm, deny, or react.  You'll not get a rise out of me; my dick is silicone.

Thankfully my sense of humor is even stronger than my sadistic tendencies.  At times I can find entertainment in the expectation of belief even after lying while looking me in the eye.

The incredulous has nothing to do with the size of the balls in the most literal of terms.

A quick vent ....

Verification string does not match BS is out of hand.

Take up your assumed lack of response with the administrators.

I will not.

Real depth comes with unaltered honesty. 

Surface dancing ......... 

They weren't my favorite boots by any means but, they were so comfortable and just a tad higher than the pair I can still run in today.  I've been letting go of many well worn heels.  Tossing three pair of kitten height oldies a month ago hardly even registered.  The minute they landed in the trash, I knew I wouldn't forget them, yet with how closely they resembled the more favored pair, I decided to grab the sad photo of them there; in the trash.  I thought of how often they had gone in for heel replacement...twice to others before a true cobbler was found.  His grin so easily recalled 'til this day.

Hours afterward and the boots come back to the forfront of my thoughts.  Fragments of memories start flashing and there it is; the reason they hold such energy.  Those were the boots I wore when I first put my heel in a man's ass.  I can see lips sucking the heel, putting a condom up the four and a half inch heel, and I clearly see and feel all over again right here typing this, rushes of energy as I watched myself press it in. 

The good, bad, or ugly of it is that I honestly can not recall which one of them it was I did THAT with.