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Gooooodmorning fellow kinksters.
Today I’ll be unlocked without bf’s supervision because of some sport matches and social activities. I should not forget to get back in chastity before bf comes back tomorrow morning or my ass will be in big trouble.
And no touching in the meantime of course…
Laid out like a banquet on a bed of satin. And yes, no touching. Don’t want to spoil the big reward now do we?
“Hey… hey…HEY! Hey you can stop dancing now.”
“I can?”
“Yeah, you got the job. You look kinda thick but you got some serious hip talent.”
“Ok wow. Fantastic thanks. I’ll uh – call you, about scheduling, and um. Stuff.”
“Yes, call tomorrow, we’ll know more then.”
“Thank you. IIIIII~I’m going to go over there and freak out and be fabulous.”
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Text is fictional. This is Alex Pettyfer from Magic Mike.
In my clothes, I am yours.
In my jeans, in my oxfords and my t-shirts, I’m yours.Naked in bed, I’m yours.
My ass is yours, my body’s yours.
When we’ve spent all day here, I’m yours.
When we somehow let both the sunrise and now the sunset see us like this, I’m yours.When we start to smell stale and I get up for a shower.
When midway through you turn off the lights and join me in it.
When you put your forehead against mine and I stand there under the water rubbing your chest.
I’m yours.When we go straight back to bed, fresh and clean, like we hadn’t just spent all day there, I’m yours.
When you take me in your arms and whisper, “My pussyboi.” And kiss me, I’m yours.——
When you’re worried. When you’re sad. When you’re afraid.
When I don’t know how to deal with you when you’re down and I’m mortally afraid of doing or saying the wrong thing.
When I just want to be here, there, for you.——
When I’m on my iPad reading, then ordering food, and you grab your old camera, I’m yours.
When you squeeze my buttcheek and I hear the sound of this moment being kept forever.
When I find the picture after you developed it and I see that you titled it on the back in a corner, with a black Sharpie, “08/30/14. Pussyboi. Mine.”I am yours.
As long as you know it, I will be happy.
A rare porn poem from one of the more elusive writers on Tumblr
Traveling today. I’ve been up late packing, and am just totally worn out. Posts will be later tonight. I’m gonna be on Eastern Standard Time (so a three hour difference). Helllooo Baltimore.
The last time I came was about 11 days ago. Right after some serious edging, things exploded over my shoulder and in my face. *woops*
Anyhow, I’m locked in chastity since monday, so it’s back to frustrating prostate milking and precum dripping. I’m such a horny slutty mess now, even after just a few days. =
Your boyfriend must be very busy with you indeed.
The moment I collapse into bed at night, I never want to get up again. Taking care of my Master as his houseboy and personal assistant is exhausting, and at that point in the evening I am always relieved that my duties for the day are over. Six days a week, I get up before him, I go to bed after him, and for those nine hours between the two I am content for about five minutes before I get lonely. He is my lover and my best friend; my boss and my owner. He nourishes me, fulfills me, drains me. Without him, I forget how to be a human. I get so caught up in his own happiness I often forgot how to feel my own.
But…I like it that way. As I curl up into my pillow, I bask in the satisfaction that he told me he loves me before passing out. I recall the compliments on the wine I selected for the equally complimented steak, his note on the shine to his boots, and his praise for getting rid of a particularly meddlesome client. I chide myself over not making enough carrots for dinner, and for not getting to the post office today, but there is tomorrow and endless days after where I can right all the wrongs from today.
I no longer care that I am in chastity as there is no time for myself – my time is his time. When he pushes aside hours or even minutes in his busy day to focus on draining me, filling me, bending me over and fucking my brains out while I drip on the floor, I am reminded exactly why I do this job – because I worship that perfect, rigid cock. The money is good, yeah but oh the sex! the special privilege of sucking his erection in the morning! The rare bliss of an orgasm! He gives that gift to no one but me. His balls and their cum are mine, and he knows not to let anyone else have them but me. I groan and adjust the position of my hips. I just had his cock between my lips but now I want it again, and my cock feels tight in its cage. My thighs will be sticky from leaks in the morning.
Sometime I wish I could sleep snuggled up next to him and press my leaking cage against his butt, but my Master insists that I have some time alone. I think it’s kind of silly. All I do is think about him anyway. Eventually, my thoughts drift to tomorrow’s breakfast menu and my mind just gives up from fatigue. I’m slipping away now, my body made of lead….just so fucking’ tired. Sleep will be here any second so that I may rest and heal, but seriously – if he came in right at this moment to fuck me I would not protest one bit.
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Text is fictional.
I wanna play fetch *whimpers*
Translation from *whimper* to English:
“throw it throw it throw it throw itthrowitthrowitthrowit THROW IT ALREADY come ooooonnnn :<”
“Next up is a fine young lad of mixed stock – Germanic, Portuguese, and Algerian – aged 18 years, by name of Alec. Alec joined our Home Host Program because he recently aged out of foster care and has no where to go. What he is seeks for his two year contract through the Program is a stable home and a Master to serve under. He ideal for houseboy or fram work – cooking, cleaning, and sexual service. Alec has laid with a woman, but is a virgin with men, and will provide hours of fun exploration in bedroom settings. In exchange for Hosting Alec, he intends to take classes and learn a trade. He is open to considering renewing the contract after two years if the fit is good.
As you can see, Alec is healthy, he vaccinated, and has milky white skin from an indoor life. His penis uncut and is 4 inches soft, 7 hard. He has a strong back, and knows when to keep his mouth shut. A good investment for a newer Master or a Master getting back into keeping after a break. Master Ryes, if you could help Alec strip down to his underwear please? …Thank you. And now we will start the bidding at 400 pieces. 405? 415! Do I see 450 in the back? 450 ..450…475! 500! 510! 550!..”
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Text is fictional. In a rush, no source right now.
Harper glanced over his notes, confirming that the passage he found in the book would support would his argument in the paper. He was pleased with himself; the report was coming along nicely – he would get a top grade for sure. Cody would be pleased as well.
Harper enjoyed the results of his hard work, and blushed under his parent’s praise, but the approval of Cody meant the most. The first semester of college had been a horrible flop – free from his backwater town, suppressed Harper had been overwhelmed with all the men on campus. So many men, in so many shapes, sizes, and colors! He feasted in a frenzy of sex and dick, failing classes and getting an STD for his trouble.
Cody was the only one night stand to see how miserable he was –
“I can’t turn it off Cody! I’m horny all the time! Day, noon, night. All I think about is sex sex sex and more sex! When I’m taking notes, I’m hard, when I’m trying to do homework all I can think about is a masturbation break…and then my cock gets hard and I have to jerk off!”
Cody reassured him that he wasn’t going to flunk out, and that he had a magic solution. Harper loved the gentle, reassuring feeling of the cage around his dick. It did kind of suck that he couldn’t cum during sex anymore, but Cody milked him on a regular schedule so that was alright. It was just between the milkings that felt like forever. Like today, for example. He leaked constantly and was now. Recently, Harper kept having to bring a change of underwear to class with him or else he’d be soaked through by the end of the day.
Still, the humiliation and horniness was a good price to pay for focus. Chastity was better than adderall, and the sex was amazing. Harper was sure he was going to graduate with honors. He bit off a moan as he felt another thick drop tickle the tip of his sensitive cock as it gathered, then fall, and seep into his underwear. Yeah, the waiting between milkings sucked a lot. Harper sighed and turned his attention back to his paper. He didn’t want to bother Cody by begging for release too much. It showed weakness. Once he got this paper done through, asking for a reward for doing all his homework early was not out of the question.
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Text is fictional. Source is Corbis.
I haven’t posted anything in awhile. Here we are, doing the dickbutt thing!
Not sure if you didn’t get the instructions in the mail or what, but the dick goes in the butt. Just an FYI.