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I've got a real things for a cock in heels. Trouble is I've also got a real thing for submissive women, dominant women, submissive men and now I find myself thinking about a strong dom man to bend me over. Good thing I'm not a woman or I'd be a slut. Instead I'm just another frustrated male trying to dry hump you on your way to work. I mean, you know, figuratively.
Yea, my dry humping has almost been exclusively after midnight, with a woman who gets off on feeling cold hands over her mouth and a dry cock slowly forcing itself into her tight ass. So slow and deliberate, and just deep enough to make her do that little uncomfortable squirm before she can finally feel the release of the lube finally drizzling done.
I spent a lot of time thinking up stuff like that - I am an evil supergenius (I mean little "e" evil like the ice cold vibrating egg shove while you're sleeping, not Big "E" Evil like I collect ears or anything). I'm looking for a villainess to push me into more plans of sexual domination. Whatever she has under her latex jumpsuit really doesn't matter as much as a diabolical dedication to perversion.
One night last month, we played a game after too many Angelina Jolie movies and too much vodka - She made me dress up in fishnets and blindfold her. "Yes mistress" she purred when I told her to run her tongue along the seam of my stockings, and then down the line of my thong and eagerly lick my ass...the rarity of my wife doing that certainly adds to my frustration. I spanked her over my knee and she was forced to lick clean the very large wet spot she left afterwards. I want to fuck a man like I fuck my wife, and I have a growing passion for getting fucked like my wife. By a woman. And a man.
Unfortunately I lack the skills of my wife. I have a shallow throat and a very jumpy tight ass. I'll need a teacher with a srong enough hand to push me and pull me. Left to my own vibrating devices, I tend to punk out and not take it deep enough. I remember the night when I hogtied my wife and finally fucked her in the ass properly. Its not that she didn't like it, she just never had it done right, in a way where you submit your will to someone else. I remember those moments from others, and I want to experience them from the ouchy side. I am, unforunately, not entirely crazy. Nothing *too* extreme, no scat or blood. Or floor tile.
While we've explored couples fun, my wife isn't joining the fun. Discretion is very necessary, as she might like to meet you at some time. I want less of a random hookup, and more of an ongoing preoccupation. Unless you're really hot, in which case I'll have the random hookup please.
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Return of the Ding Dong the Wife Is Gone JUICER
Juicer - its like a mixer, only my wife leaves town and I jump out of the closet and yell "hello boys, who wants juiced first!"
Why just come out of the closet when you can go in and out. The closet is where the wild things are - her lingerie and fuck-me skirts, and the fishnets that make my legs look fabulous. And that's where we keep the toy chest. Unfortunately, there aren't any real cocks in there...sigh with me people, sigh with me. So I'm invited them in for a totally gay make out session. I'm thinking I'll mix n matching tops n bottoms, liquor them up, oil them down and collect the drippings for my coming out (but going back in again on sunday morning) party.
I'm thinking disco balls and funky stripper music, a bandolier of dildos, plastic under the sex swing with a backdrop of porn on a screen the size of a wall. Should we pull out the masks and hook up the handy cam? I vote yes.
I want fun people who like to fuck other fun people. You should be comfortable with guy in guy, guy spraying guy, guy spanking guy, and three guys peeing on another guy squealing like a girl action. I don't need to say you should be comfortable with two women wrestling a sissyboy to the ground on the deck because no one ever complains about that. Pffhah! like a woman will reply any ways. The reality is you should be comfortable with three bears eating a twink. Nevertheless, ladies in the Biblical or Broadway sense are highly encouraged to attend. You just have to like boys who like boys who look like girls and girls who look like girls. And ass. You'll probably want to be into that.
As for me, your host of debauchery, I'm late 40s, sinister Italian looks, and an obsession for elaborate erotic scenes. I'm an uninhibited ass worshiper and love sticky cum kisses. The statute of limitations has expired since the last time I sucked cock, so I'm calling myself straightish. But if you ask anyone who knows me, they wouldn't be surprised to find me juicing the boys. I LOVE big assed women, but I've got a serious kink for a cock in heels. I personally will greet everyone at the door with a big sloppy kiss...where they want the kiss is up to them.
So tell me what's your name and what's your superpower. And tell me why I shouldn't think that you're a stalker who just wants to feel my ears and steal my toys.
My lines are firmly drawn at anything that makes me say eewww. You should not be into: blood, scat, kids, or animals, changing the music, or anything seriously illegal that draws attention to me. ALL of my neighbors are armed and skittish on a good day. You should not be: weird, one of those old guys who just want to watch and eat cereal, or an aggressive and dangerous pain freak. I'll personally fill the vape for us four twentysomethings, but sorry to the PnPers, you cannot tweak at my house. Twerking is only tolerated if it's against someone's face. Otherwise take it to the McDonald's parking lot. And don't bitch at me if my fat puggle rips your stockings. The little dogs don't bite, but they will be sniffing around, so you'll have to accept that.
For those of you who want to make a grand entrance, I have a storeroom off of the carport for changing. Given the places where tongues will be slipped, be squeaky clean, and prepped to play. No one wants to pull out a plum, so you bottoms know what you need to do.
This SATURDAY night at a secret Centreville/Chantilly location. Bring us the gangbang meat cause I think we're all fluffers on this bus.
Yea, I tried this last year and it was a disaster thanks to dead phones, a server problem at work, someone locking their keys in their car (you know who you are - can you make this one?), and some straight friends who suddenly appeared for the weekend four hours early - I had to drink beer and watch zombie movies with a thong and tiny silver shorts on under my big boy dork shorts for the rest of the night. This time, the straight guys are flying in, and I know exactly when they'll be here.
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| Age: 22 |
| Versailles,
Missouri |
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