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Male Submissive, 44, Englewood, Colorado
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Male Dominant, 50, somerset, Kentucky
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About Peckerwood
Dominant Male who prefers to be addressed as Master once that level of intimacy has been established.
Until then I consider polite discourse to set the tone of our learning more about our requirements and best match compatibility.
My approach to the Ds Ms dynamic is equally physical, emotional and psychological. Pushing limits and boundaries will be dependent upon our unique dynamic and how our needs will best be met.
Regards,
PW
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My most recent encounter occurred in a Hotel in Santa Cruz. A little over a year ago I sent an email to a woman that I had been involved with almost 20 years ago wishing her a happy birthday. She had been living out of state, but recently returned to CA and replied with the suggestion that we meet for lunch. We met in Oakdale, had a nice light lunch and caught up on how life’s twists and turns had brought us to where we had come to in life. She was extremely nervous, and we kissed goodbye agreeing to meet again soon. We exchanged a few emails, she was having difficulty with my decision to stop seeing each other, and had wanted to meet to "get some closure". She had married a man whose health had deteriorated with a degenerative back condition complicated by diabetes. He is unable to perform sexually, and she had not been sexually active in ten years. When we met in Santa Cruz, I brought the things that I wanted her to wear, 6" stripper heels, short black dress with deep plunging neckline. She had her black lace stockings and the training butt plug that I wanted to use to start working on her anal training. When she was dressed to my satisfaction, I tied her wrists together in front of her with two of my neckties, and instructed her to stand facing the wall, hands above her head. I raised her dress to expose her full ass, told her to spread her legs allowing my fingers access to her wet pussy. I slid my hands from her ass along her ribcage and took an ample breast in each hand, kneading her breasts and rolling her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. My hand released one breast and I found a fist full of hair that I pulled to expose her neck. I began to run my tongue from her lower neck up to just below her ear. She began to moan, and began to stroke my lower leg with her foot. I spoke to her, keeping my voice low an even, telling her that I was pleased that she looked so good in the outfit. I directed her to the bed, told her to lie face down. Her ass was exposed and I began to stroke the smooth skin. I told her that I was going to give her a spanking because she had failed to end our phone conversations in the manner in which she had been directed. I explained that I expected certain things, and failure to comply with my directions would result in punishment. I told her to respond to each slap with "I Love You Master". I delivered five enthusiastic swats to the creamy skin, waiting between each one and caressing her butt cheeks and explaining the need for her to meet my expectations. I untied her wrists and she rubbed her ass, looking at me with some surprise that I had given her such a forceful correction. I rolled her onto her back, and spread her legs, sliding a finger into her wet pussy. I pushed one finger into her ass, and one deeper into her pussy, finding her G-Spot, and rubbing the finger in her ass against the one in her dripping cootch. I told her to rub her clit, waiting for her to come twice before maneuvering myself on top of her, my now throbbing cock sliding along her drenched slit. The long period of abstinence had tightened her vaginal canal considerably. She was in considerable pain as I began to enter her. She wanted me to fuck her; to get past the pain, and not go so deep as to push her cervix up into her uterus. What can I say, nature was kind to me, but not every woman can take all of what I have to offer. As I slid further into her, her hips began to meet my thrusts. She asked me to choke her, and my hand went to her throat, applying enough pressure to satisfy her desire to be completely controlled, knowing that she was at my mercy as I controlled her breathing. I changed up the rhythm slowing for a few strokes, bringing her back from the edge of orgasm, then building back the intensity, telling her that her tight pussy was squeezing my cock so tightly that I was about to fill her with my own thick cum. My strokes became more intense, her moans driving me to a heightened level of arousal. I began to feel the tingling, letting me know that I was going past the point of no return, and I was about to shoot my load into her tight pussy. I exploded into her, driving deep, as she gasped at my engorged cock finding her tender nerve endings at her deepest point. As previously instructed, she rolled immediately around to take my dripping cock into her mouth to receive the very last drop, allowing me to go soft as she gently sucked my load dry. |
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"Kid Rock, and I'm the real McCoy And I'm headed out west sucker...because I wanna' be a Cow-Boy, baby. With the top let back and the sunshine shining Cow-Boy, baby. West coast chillin' with the Boone's wine I wanna' be a Cow-Boy, baby. Ridin' all night 'cause I sleep all day Cow-Boy, baby I can smell a pig from a mile away" Kid Rock
I'm not any kind of fan of rap or hip-hop, but I liked the video on youtube of this "song".
It seems like lately I have been beseiged by some devious clown conspiracy. I have never liked mimes or clowns, as a matter of fact most performance art just annoys me. But just lately there seems to be an inordinate number of people who seem normal for whatever reason feel the need to emulate the clown in my personal space.
I'm usually so very protective of my environment too. The devious bastards don't even have the common decency to wear the big shoes and the red nose so I can see them coming. Yet another thing to be aware of in life.
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"Take me down to the Paradise City, where the grass is green and the girls are pretty..."
When I worked out in the hot sun in Saratoga, we'd head over to the beach at Santa Cruz or Capitola and put the moves on the pretty beach girls.
I'm not a big Guns-nRoses fan, but sometimes I get that tune stuck in my noggin on a warm summer Friday.
Maybe I'll run into someone on here that would like to take a ride in a classic Trans Am with the T-Tops off, runnin' with the Porsche's and the Ferrari's over 17 and Old San Jose Rd into Soquel like we're on fire, and only a dive into the surf will put us out.
Yep, time to light the fire again... |
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