Finding matching photos is actually really tricky!
Garden Gazing: Cameron Parks and Shane Cook in Helix Studios’ “Dig In.” (Link nsfw.)
Daniel cracked a beer and opened the back patio door. “How is that rose pruning co-…m…ing.” Daniel blinked. He took a sip of beer. “I see you met my son.”
“Dad-”
“Mr. Romero-”
“No no, it’s fine. Just don’t come in the pool and clean up after yourselves. And finish the roses.”
He went back inside and shut the patio door behind him.
“Uh- is your dad really ok with this?”
“Let’s just say that as long as we’re not fucking in the roses, he does not give a damn.”
“…Ok then. Can I uh, examine your shorts then? I never see boys wearing pink shorts…”
“I was wondering when you were gonna ask that…”
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Justin paused to catch his breath and hitch his backpack straps. Full white blooms and what Justin thinks is wisteria hangs from the canopy of green. Petals cover cobblestones. Peace fills Justin’s chest. Coming abroad to Europe to study for a year was the best decision he’d ever made, cost be damned. Leaving his hometown was scary, but he wanted to chase his dreams. Justin glanced at his watch. Ten minutes until class starts. He’d make it, especially since he knew about this shortcut now.
Justin looked up at the greenery as he walked under it. He swore, one day, he’d come back to be married right here. Walk under the flowers and the sweet perfume while petals fell on them. Just husband and husband, side by side. It made him smile. Now that he was focusing on his education, he could start thinking of what comes next. A job was far off… a lover first would be nice. A French boy maybe. Justin wondered if he would meet someone at university. Suddenly the world seemed so full of potential it over-whelmed him. Shit, gotta run, class was in five!
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Square des Peupliers, Paris. Photo: Ayako Bielsa
Last year one of my readers in Singapore sent me this amazing card (you know who you are). I don’t know if you can tell by looking at it, but the owl is raised off the page. It’s made of many intricate loops of paper. Just a fantastic little piece of art.
Tobias tilted Adrian’s head to the side to reveal his neck and throat. “As you can see, it’s more pink under here. His skin is so pale that any blood movement under his skin gives him color.”
Li flipped through Pantone swatches in his hands. “Hm.” He held one up, then another. “I think one of these cards is the closest”
“Let’s go with the second, the first looks a little purple.”
Li held up the second one to Adrian’s neck again. “Hm. Well, the skin is a multitude of hues. In any light, either could match.”
Li walked over to a bookshelf and took out a sample book. He set it on a table next to the samples. “I think I just have just the right hue of leather to compliment this…”
Tobias gave Adrian a pat on his cheek. “Stay in first position, love.”
“Yes Sir.”
Tobias turned his attention to Li. He walked over next to him and glanced at the open pages. “Brown?”
“Yes,” Li held the Pantone shades against the leather samples.
“That’s…not the standard,” Tobias said with care. He did not want to offend Li or his business.
“No. I am aware black is standard. I make black collars all year long. But black is a high contrast color. It makes whites look more white.”
“Well-”
“And although black matches most gear, iike harnesses or cuffs or things like that, it doesn’t match natural tones very well. I looked at the photos you sent me of Adrian, and most of what he wears at work is navy, tan, cream. Black and navy do not compliment and do not argue me about that.”
Tobias blinked. “My intention is not to argue…”
Li held up a gentle hand to request a moment of interruption. “You must remember Tobias, that the collar is worn not just in the dungeon. It has to match most of what your boy wears. If you want a black one to match your gear, we can arrange that, but for daily wear it must look natural.
“I …hadn’t thought about that.” Tobias looks over at Adrian. “His hair isn’t dark either. A black collar would stand out though. Make that statement.”
“Indeed.” Li opened the ringed hinges of the book and took the sample page out. “I don’t want to assume anything about your relationship, or what your boy’s comfort level is, but sometimes making a statement all day every day can make a boy uncomfortable. Being stared at can make them feel self conscious and ashamed. Not everyone understands this lifestyle. In my opinon, a proper collar shouldn’t be noticed that much. A boy should forget about it. It should be a fashion statement that’s both intriguing and sexy and mysterious to others. Black makes a statement of BDSM. True leather makes a statement of sophistication.”
Li strode over and held a page up of cinnamon-hued leather samples to Adrian’s neck. “See how warm it looks?”
Tobias stared. The boy’s skin seemed to glow around the natural samples.
When he didn’t say anything, Li strode back over to his desk and took a sample collar from a drawer. He then held that up to Adrian’s neck as well.
The result was astonishing. The black just made Adrian’s skin look pale and splotchy. In the dim lights of the dungeon, black was gorgeous, but in sun light or fluorescent lights, it was too strong. Tobias did not like being wrong, and it was unusual to feel humbled and put in his place by another man. He had to admit he had under-estimated Li because of his slim body and polite disposition.
Tobias ran his fingers through his hair. “I have to acquiesce to the advice of a professional.”
Li smiled.
Tobias also noticed Adrian’s shoulders relax and his face soften. He wore a slight smile. Tobias reminded himself that the happiness of his boy always came before his own. Awarding him with a collar that made him uncomfortable would cause massive faults in their symbiosis. “Let’s move ahead with the brown one. I think that second to top sample is really quite pretty…”
“It comes from a leather maker in Morocco, it’s really quite exceptional…”
Adrian stood there properly in first position as the men chatted, but It was hard to keep his excitement from showing. He really just wanted to hug his Master right now.
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Well, that’s a thing.
(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)
“What are you up to today?”
“Cleanin out my closet,” Achmed texts back.
“Getting rid of a lot?”
“Yeah. I cut the legs off a pair of old jeans to make cute shorts.”
“Short shorts?”
“Nah, like thigh length. Looks great with those yellow socks you got me.” Achmed writes back.
“Show me baby?”
Achmed sends a photo.
“That’s… a hell of a pose baby.”
“Gotta show off the length!”
“Mmn. I think that’s my new wallpaper.”
“Ahahah you ain’t serious!”
“How about I come over and you can see for sure?”
“Only if you bring food. I’m starvin! Can’t fuck on an empty stomach you know.”
“Done deal. Leave the socks on btw.”
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archdigest
When we got married, we had the small ceremony in an old church in a part of town that was still borderline rural. You faced one way at night and you could see nothing but blackness over the meadows and pastures and cattle fences; if you faced the other you could see the lights of the highway in the far distance. That highway replaced the train line that gave this town its existence. All the business went up on the other side of the highway, where the river was, but not down here. Was all quiet down here. Perfect little place to get married. Just thirty minutes away from the farm your husband Silas grew up on. He was not much of a cattleman, but thankfully, he found computers and they gave him a career.
Still, Silas loved this little church from his childhood. I think besides the actual getting hitched part, it was his favorite part of the wedding. It was aging and dry rotted, held up with lots of nails and many coats of paint. The wind whistled through in places. But it felt holy and sacred to him.
Ten years later, we were back in town to visit his ailing mother and we drove past the church. It was abandoned. All boarded up. Silas was saddened. The land was for sale. The sign was faded and stuck in the corner of the plot. I didn’t say anything and my husband didn’t notice it. When we got home, I called the owner and bought it. Dirt cheap. I gave it to Silas as an anniversary present. We moved back from the city where we were miserable and spent the next couple years renovating it and adding on.
Now it’s our home. The day we were “done” – like, “done done” – the day we could stop fixin’ and start living, Silas paused in the center of the vestibule and put an arm around my waist. Buttons, our fluffball of a dog, looked up at us curiously.
“This is our home,” Silas says as he beams with pride.
“It is,” I agree. “Our home.
“I don’t think I ever thanked you for buying it for me.”
“Your happiness is thanks enough.”
I got a squeeze of a hug and a kiss for that. We both paused to admire the work we’ve done.
“Soo…Silas.”
“Yes?”
“Wanna start a family?”
I wish I had a photo of the expression on his face. I mean, what did he think we built those extra rooms for! In time, we did fill them though. We just took some time for ourselves first in our little church, out there, on the prairie. It still whistled a little, but that was my favorite part.
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Lol there’s now a thing in my dashboard settings called “Review Flagged Posts.” Tumblr there isn’t enough time in the day for that! I’ve been serving dick up for like …four years or some shit.