My boyfriend and I playing with sparklers on the fourth of july!
My followers are beautiful! 😀
Awww! You two light up the night <3
Tag: mushy holiday stuff
As the foreign exchange student, it was my job to be properly baffled by the swaggering patriotism Americans display toward Fourth of July. I joined my host family on their trip to the lake and the subsequent BBQ but I couldn’t help but feel it was too over-the-top. The blaring country music from the stereo, the giant racks of ribs and slabs of meat going onto the grill and smoker, speedboats zooming around the lake with big flags waving on the back, the casual haphazard use of firecrackers…it was sensory overload. I stepped away from the party and went for a walk down by the dock.
That’s where I found him, all 6 foot 3 of him, upside down on his hands with his flag-clad ass in the air. My eyes were glued his taut, contracted muscles in his arms and shoulders holding up his torso. He was so pale, his hair was so blond and fine. I was captivated.
“Goddamn,” I murmured.
He came down and grinned. His face was all red. “Sorry, didn’t realize I was putting on a show for someone. I was just stretching.”
“No um. Continue. Please. I’m not really getting all this 4th of July stuff, but I think that was helping…”
His eyes flickered to the rainbow bracelet on my wrist. My host sister made it for me; it was made out of embroidery string and impossible to get off without cutting so I had left it on. “You have a cute accent. Where are you from?”
“Indonesia. I’m a college exchange student.”
“Indonesia?” He looked impressed. “Wow, that’s far.”
I shrugged, a bit shy.
“Wanna see me do it again?”
“Yes please.”
I watched him go up on his hands again, my eyes roving over his body. I was beginning to see the allure of an American boy…if he didn’t stop this, I was going to be sporting a flagpole soon.
When he uprighted himself again he said, “My name’s James.”
“Mine’s Rukma, but everyone calls me Rick.” We shook hands.
He scrunched up his face. “Rukma is better.”
“I agree,” I said quickly.
“Hey Rukma, are you doing anything now? I was gonna go do some fishing, pick berries for a bit. Fishing’s better with two.”
“Fish?” I perked up. “I would love fish…I come from a fishing village, so it’s seafood all the time, but here it’s just meat meat meat and more meat.”
He laughs, a deep mirthful sound. “Well find you a rainbow trout to match your bracelet.”
I glance over my shoulder. “Let me just go tell my host family I’m going to go explore for a bit.”
“Sure,” he grins, a cocky smile. “Be right here.”
We kept busy; he took me out on a small boat, we fished, and we cooked them. We drank American beer, swam, and played horseshoes. His parents asked me so many questions about Indonesia. The thing I remember most about that day though was the firework show after dusk. James and I had gone off together to a little secret spot by the lake. We put down a towel. I had a beautiful view of every single explosion, as I was on my back, losing my virginity to a man I’d met that morning. I had a feeling it was the most American thing I’d done all day.
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Text is fictional.
LA Weekly’s Couples Issue 2014
LA Weekly’s Couples Issue 2014
The LA Weekly is our local weekly paper here in Los Angeles; for Valentines Day they did a feature on local couples. Among the straight couples, they included both a gay couple and a straight couple in where the husband is a transvestite. Thought you guys might enjoy this, it’s a pretty good read.
Love is [sexhugskissingcuddlingyourtoothbrushinthebathroomblowjobscomfortspooningneckingholdinghandshappines] you.
Happy Valentines Day <3 I love you followers.
The gift with endless uses – a power bottom! Comes with free hat with this limited time offer.
I have no idea what the point is of this, but it’s still and sexy at the same time.
Merry Christmas :)
Here in Los Angeles, it is still 8 pm on Christmas Eve while the rest of the world is already opening presents. I have been working on my e-book for the last two days at a blistering pace and we are still on target for it to go up on when it’s Christmas morning here. I can’t wait to give it to you all.
I hope you all have a wonderful, happy holiday with those you love. And if you aren’t Christian, Happy Festivus or Saturnalia or whatever you do.
in the spirit of the season i wish you the fun and the joys of unwrapping whatever horny fantasies you may wish to have in the days ahead.
thank you for following me and best wishes for 2014.
Why on Earth does Mattel not sell a Holiday Ken doll like this? Someone should submit this exact idea to them.
Happy Holidays and New Year, bondcyberrole.
To all my followers, I love you all
Merry Christmas! Can I feed you peppermint candies?
I gazed at the tangle of Christmas lights in the plastic storage box and sighed. It was a box of bad memories. I’d shoved them in there in a furious rage after Craig broke up with me on Christmas Eve. I’d never felt more shame in my life as I did returning the watch I got him, the box still wrapped in nice paper. I swore I was done with boyfriends and lost myself in the world in BDSM where I had all the control. It probably wasn’t healthy, but it was there I met Jasper. I had played with a variety of men and boys, but it was only with Jasper I was able to feel relaxed after our sessions. He healed me. I needed him, and he asked to be exclusive to me.
A couple months ago, I invited him to sign a contract and move in with me. When we were discussing the details, Jasper insisted he didn’t care about his birthday so much but he wanted to celebrate Christmas and be able to give me gifts. Jasper was insane for Christmas – he baked a million cookies, built a gingerbread sex dungeon (which I admittedly thought was hilarious), and decorated our Christmas tree and outside trees in everything from tinsel to ornaments to popcorn garlands to clementines with cloves stuck in them.
When I hadn’t put up the lights two weeks before Christmas, Jasper began to complain. I gave him a light spanking for whining, but he had a point. The lights had not gone up. So with his bottom still pink, I hauled the box out of the closet and peeled off the lid. It was a rat’s nest. I sighed again as Craig’s memories washed over me. The doorbell rang. “Jasper, untangle this mess,” I instructed and went to see who it was.
“Yes sir, right away.”
It was my neighbor holding some mail with my name on it. We had a similar, hard to pronounce and spell Polish last name and our house numbers were two numbers off, so the mailman often confused us. I fetched mail I’d been holding for him and returned it as well. We had a little talk about his pregnant daughter, then he waved goodbye and I went back into the house.
I walked back toward the living room wondering why the lights were off, but then I saw Jasper and froze right in my spot in the dining room. Jasper had weaved the lights around his body and plugged them in to test the bulbs, illuminating his naked body in colorful spots of light. The ends were bunched in his hand over his cock, somehow making it more erotic than if he was actually naked.
I just looked at him, “What are on Earth are you doing, boy?”
“Well Sir… I untangled them, but needed someway to wrap them, and came up with this. How do I look?”
My goodness, what a sight! “Like a human Christmas Tree. No don’t move. You stay there while I go get the camera. You’re going to be my Christmas card this year. If you move I’m gonna make you stand still in the window for three hours so the entire neighborhood can see you like that.”
“Yes sir.”
“I think you’d like that anyway, boy,” I muttered as I went to get my camera.
The cards were a huge hit in my BDSM community. I was surprised when Craig sent me a Christmas card apologizing for his behavior last year and told me he regretted how he treated me. I sent him one of Jasper’s back and said, “Thank you for you card Craig. Your apology meant a lot to me. However, it all worked out. If you hadn’t left me, I would have never met Jasper. Isn’t he beautiful? He lights up my life.”