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I just posted that someone is again reblogging a post of mine that was believed to be erroneously real as it originally lacked the ‘fictional’ disclaimer. Shortly after, I received a couple wonderful messages of support:
“The story was real. It did not factually describe the photograph it accompanied, but it was true for thousands and thousands of people who had experienced it. Don’t forget that.”
and
“Please please please don’t apologize for that old holidays post sans disclaimer. It may have been written as fiction but I’d bet it’s a sad reality for many of us. Your work touches hearts; please don’t ever feel like it needs an apology.”
I just want to say that this is very sweet, and I was really touched by the support. It’s a relief too. I’ve mentioned this before, but being a writer on Tumblr is weird because you receive very little feedback. I’m pretty sure most of my readers are lurkers. So, thank you.
It hurts to know people are still being prosecuted for their sexuality – probably someone who reads this right now is experiencing that. I feel helpless that I can’t help more. Next time you feel like making a charitable donation, please consider helping out your local LGBT+ shelter or other pro LGBT+ charity. I know I will.
(Also – holy shit I posted that in November 2013? I’ve been on Tumblr two years??)
this speaks to me on so many different levels
Oh shit it’s back. As a nice reminder, this post is not real. It was a caption I wrote back when my blog was new and few cared. I did not use disclaimers then. People thought it was real, and well, those were a bad few days. I’m sad someone screenshot this. If you reblogged this, please delete this. I’m sorry.
Goddamn, do I love the US version of Queer as Folk.
I dressed up as a slave elf for when Master returned home after Christmas. @rubberyell’s face was priceless when he saw me 😂
Oh my god, this is so precious I just can’t deal. So nice to see a happy slave with a big smile.
Why do you only reblog the same looking white guys? Why does the gay community have such a strong facet to worship white masculinity
bookofbaitnate-deactivated20181:
There are two types of bloggers on Tumblr.
The first type are creators. They see that a blog niche isn’t covered and they make a blog to take advantage of that. For example, say you can’t find blogs on….. say, effeminate dark-skinned guys- or whatever you’re into. If a creator blogger can’t find blogs, then the creator blogger will create his own blog. There’s a blog for every kind of audience on Tumblr- especially with porn, holy fucking shit. Rule 34 is very, very real. Creators of porn blogs tend to accumulate followers quickly. It is not hard to make an audience hard.
The second type of bloggers are complainers. They go on Anon and send messages to people using strange phrases such as “the same looking white guys” and “strong facet to worship white masculinity.” They tend to waste people’s time with questions about power hierarchies and social constructs for reasons unknown, but it is speculated that complainers must have a fetish for being angry and outraged, and they look for things on the internet that will get them angry (this is sometimes called “Clickbait”), much in the same way a porn surfer looks up looks certain categories of videos to fap to.
Unlike real life where you get whatever hand Fate deals you, on Tumblr you actually get to pick what kind of blogger you are. That’s what makes Tumblr such a great place to be.
Choose wisely.
This whiner is also ignoring the fact that Tumblr users are just reblogging what porn companies make and photographers shoot. In the same way that a child wants a doll the same color they, people want what is familiar so they can relate to it (and fantasize about it). Also I think there are more white men doing porn than any other race in Western porn, and the biggest porn companies featuring mostly white actors. So, that is what people reblog on Tumblr. Also, porn companies have a difficult time diversify their roster without it resorting to racial fetishes. So lay off whiners.
Aww, what a sweet picture. Happy New Year everyone!
Has the bf let you out of chastity yet?
Yes, he has… Story time! =P
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We spent all Christmas with family, except for Christmas day. When we arrived home, he immediately ordered me to undress and get the ropes ready. He tied me in a chest harness, with my arms at my sides. Then he blindfolded me, put on some nipple clamps and used two extra pieces of rope to tie my hands to the bedframe, so I could juuuuust touch myself slightly when he unlocked me. He then edged me for a few minutes and left me squirming there as he spent some time in the kitchen. He came back twenty minutes later and edged me again.. and again… and again…. for quite some time. My nipples got quite sore, so I was quickly moaning loudly as it was at least one and a half month since I came. =$
I asked my boyfriend f I was allowed to cum.
‘How many times?’, he grinned. Apparently he wanted to negotiate and I was not quite sure what the right answer was.
‘Two?’, I said hesitantly
Bf grinned again, ‘four, at least’
Those last two words made me shiver. I know how much my boyfriend loves forced orgasms after a long edging. I can cum multiple times in a row fairly easily when I’m jerking off myself, but with my boyfriend in control, I knew every one of them was going to be agonizing and probably ruined. I decided to lower my bet:
‘One?’
My boyfriend said nothing. Meanwhile the touch of only one finger was keeping me on the edge and I was not sure whether to fight against cumming, or to try my best to tense my body trying to spurt a load. Not that I would be able to… In the end it’s always my boyfriend who makes that decision, as he’s perfectly capable of stopping riiiiight on time. I’m such an easy read. >_<
I sighed..
‘Zero then?’
My boyfriend raised an eyebrow: ‘Oooooh so you don’t want to cum? Is that what you’re asking?! You want me to lock you back up?’
I squirmed and didn’t say anything. Lots of thoughts raced through my mind; Yes locking back up would be hot, but bf said I deserved an orgasm and he promised that. Yes I love to finally blow my load all over myself, but my boyfriend would probably ruin it and give me some serious post orgasm torture…. There was no way to win this game, it wasn’t me who was in control.‘If you can’t make up your mind, I will’, bf said. He took off the nipple clamps and gave them a good rub. I swear I almost came from that alone! Then he started with agonizingly sloooow strokes on my cock. First with a firm grip on the shaft of my cock, then only the tip, then only three fingers.. two fingers… eventually he had me edging with only the tip of his tongue flicking against my glans. The slightest touch would be enough to get me over the edge. He stopped for a minute and started the cycle all over again and I still had no idea if I was allowed to cum or not. He repeated, and repeated and repeated, while I laid there enduring this edging heaven and hell in one. During the final cycle, bf kept his tongue flicking against my cock head. My moaning increased. He didn’t stop. I tensed my legs and arched my back as far as the ropes allowed. He didn’t stop. I shaked and screamed. He didn’t stop. My whole body tensed up as he went over the point of no return, I was cumming hard and still…. He didn’t stop. Fuck it was intense to cum with so little stimulation. Right after I came, I was so incredibly sensitised that my cock hurted from all the stimulation. I was panting and quite blown away by the experience.
My boyfriend noticed that and stopped the post orgasm torture… He took off the blindfold, untied the ropes and laid down next to me with a smile. He hugged me tight and whispered in my ear: ‘Merry Christmas, dear!’
Wow. Now that is an excellent Christmas present – relief, love, bonding! Even Santa can’t deliver that.
“What? You’ve been locked up for how long?… Wait, when did you get a chastity de -no. No no no. You will not seduce me over the phone. I am still mad at you and rightfully so. Don’t act all slutty for me. I’m not falling for your tricks. …What do you mean dripping? Like piss? …Wait what? From your balls? …Shit that’s h – No! You cut that out, you siren. I am mad at you. An apology only does so much, you shouldn’t have done that in the first place. Don’t use siren tricks on me to erase my mind. I am hanging up the phone. I am hanging up. Call me in a few more days of your lock up and maybe I’ll be more forgiving.” With severe difficulty, Rodrigo hangs up the phone.
Rodrigo exhales loudly. Fuck. Being angry at his slutty, pussyboi friend-with-benefits is hard as hell, especially when his dick is even harder. Rodrigo has a feeling that beautiful boy is going to run to someone else for needs too. Well, he knows Rodrigo liked faithfulness. If he really wants Rodrigo’s forgiveness, he’ll wait those few days. Rodrigo hopes he waits. He really wants to fuck a boy dripping cum. He didn’t know that was even a thing. Rodrigo grumbles and goes to jack-off. He knows he’s doing the right thing by standing firm, but why does it feel like he’s punishing himself too?
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Text is fictional. This is actor Jesse Metcalfe on Desperate Housewives. Why isn’t there a Desperate House-Husbands?
Love love cuddling.
I know he’ll be embarrassed in the morning when my aunt comes downstairs and sees us like this – shirtless, spooning, my bulky arm possessively around his thin waist. I know Brazos doesn’t want to be a stereotype, and that he’s conscious of the gay image he projects. I also know he doesn’t believe me when my I tell him my aunt couldn’t care less.
Now really isn’t the time to be worrying about appearances though. I think it was just his sort of attempt at normalcy.
I had been following the weather all day, tracking developments from my place on the other side of Lake Ray Hubbard in Rockwall. I told Brazos to leave Rowlett. He refused, stubborn, cocky, hiding his nervousness. I told him to pack a bug-out bag. He scoffed, but he packed. Then, a tornado watch was issued. Then a warning. I jumped in my pick up truck and sped over to get him. The wind was ridiculous; lightening forked through the dark. I sped into the apartment complex parking lot, leaving skids on the road. I was banging on doors, telling people to move, move, move. Brazos and I jumped into my truck and fled as the tornado roared in the distance.
The power was out in my neighborhood, so we drove a little ways to stay with my aunt near Wylie. Brazos was in shock. He cried for an hour, suspecting the worse. He would only sleep if I cuddled with him. It took a while to get him calm, but I eventually got him down on my aunt’s pull out sofa. By that point, I was so worn out from the adrenaline crash and from taking care of Brazos, I didn’t last much longer.
Tomorrow will be a rough day.
I withheld information from Brazos that came on the TV when he was in the bathroom earlier. His apartment complex was obliterated. I recognized the sign in front of it, but that was all. I’ll have to break the news that his home, and probably his car, are destroyed. We will have to salvage his life from over god-knows how many square miles the tornado scattered his stuff. Luckily, Brazos has his phone, his wallet, and his passport. He’ll manage. One thing is clear though – after this, he is going to be moving in with me. I won’t ever let Brazos be in a position where I can’t protect him again. I was still brushing tears out of my eyes as I fell asleep.
This post is for anyone in North Texas dealing with the tornadoes. Hope you’re all safe.
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Story is fictional.