So after an exhaustive search online, I’ve discovered that there are few really good sites for men’s clothing on the web.
I can find 20 different sites with the same suspenders, harness, and mesh shirt. But beyond that there is no wealth of creative clothing options for the males of the species.
This is a really boring post. It’s Sunday what can I say….
here look at this.
Do you suppose there is a lot of money in being a Professional Dominatrix? I mean it sounds like a pretty good job. And getting paid not to fuck someone sounds like a good idea in my book. Although as I always say, it should tried at least once…
Do you suppose I would need to supply the gimp suit or would they bring it with them? I also wonder what the initial cash I would have to put up. Quality BDSM Gear can’t be cheap. I mean you wouldn’t want to be the Dom whose whip or paddle breaks in the middle of a session because it’s made of cardboard and plastic.
And also Location, Location, Location. Where would I do it? Is there a hotel for traveling Doms in Phoenix? Rent out a torture chamber for so much a night… Now that I’m thinking of it, that might be a good financial venture too. Actually that is fabulous idea.
Fetish Prom 08 at The Venue of Scottsdale
General tickets: $30 online/$35 at the door
VIP: $75.00 (and I’ve heard that it is almost a garunteed way to see an orgy. also includes entrance to the after party) limited numbers, buy soon
Special: $250 2 tickets plus 1 hotel room where the after party will be (after party is also supposed to be a hot time)
Check out the website for more Info!
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So I guy I just met had this picture on his homepage. HOT!!!
I’m new to the whole phoenix sex scene, so I plan on going about this as a casual/participating observer.
I don’t see many lesbians here, but I’m not one for the clubs these days. Even when I was going to Hot Pink, I saw far more gay men than lesbians. And the lesbian couple I do know, are far more domestic than any heterosexual couple I’ve met.
I’ve never really swung that way. I mean there was the few times in College, but I think most girls try that. I wouldn’t say that I am Bi but the thought of a girl licking my bits is kind a exciting to me. Not a one on one thing, but a kind of side tool while my lover and I are going at it. It’s a appealing, erotic, makes me wet.
Kind of like when I met that guy down the street. I wondered what it out be like to see him give said lover a kiss. Not that I want to see my guy going at it with another guy, (doesn’t get me going), but just that added twist is an interesting thought.
Do you ever look at guys and think hey, he’d look good in a dress? It’s like that. One of those lightening strike type of things. Like, I wonder if he’s kissed him. I wonder what his cock looks like. I wonder what it feels like. I wonder if she would lick my nipples… lightening strike thoughts. Doesn’t mean you have to follow through, but it sure is fun to roll those thoughts around in your head.
Why oh why do the cock-sure ones make me hot? I mean it’s more often than not that they turn out being as emotionally fucked as I am, but maybe that is why they fuck so well.
It’s a process.
Anyway, let’s get some history on me. It started with arrogant guys, I always loved to arrogant guys in my youth. You know, before the years of sexual activity. Back when they were braging about the girls they “banged”, and how they were walking home bow-legged. Even the thrill of over hearing a conversation like that, made me excited.
Later on as I found my sexual peak, I drifted to the darker guys, the risky ones. Just a little dangerous, just a little bad. But even they held my interest for a little while, because even they are all just puting on a show. Who needs a tough guy who has to act like a tough guy.
Now that I’m in my late twenties, I know the kind of male that I crave. As my lover puts it, he is “cock-sure”. They know what they want, are open and even kinky in the bedroom. You wouldn’t know it by looking at them. They work right beside you, it’s the funny guy, the self-assured guy. The one you want to be around, the one you find yourself hoping they’ll invite you over to drink with the guys, charismatic and strong personalities. They offend everyone, have a good time with everyone, and not that you know it, but are kinky as fuck in the sack.
Tattoos down the side, piercing in fun places, maybe they like a some pain with their pleasure, maybe they like the back door. Maybe they want you to do them with a strap on, or to watch you suck them off while you grind against a wall mounted dildo.
If you find one of these men, keep them. They’ll be fucked up, but then again so are you. Because chances are you’ll be the one grinding against the wall, or using the whip.
But remember being with one of these guys means being dominant in your own right and knowing your limits or lack there of. You have to be able to stand up to them, or they’ll use you for their means and then move on. Because if you can’t hold up your end. If they see you as easily maneuvered and easily persuaded, the chances are this won’t be a long term relationship. Just ask yourself, do you want to fuck a wishy washy guy who doesn’t know which cock ring to use to save his life? But then again maybe that is your bag and far be it from me to judge.
But maybe you want to be a tourist. These kind of boys are fun, don’t get me wrong, but they may not be the type of guy that you take for a test run. You may not be able to look at yourself in the mirror after a month or two in the trenches with this wild type of boy.
Food for thought girls and boys, food for thought.
And to all of those Cock-Sure Guys out there,
Yum, Yum.
I was recently introced to a Violet wand. Do you know what that is? It’s this rocket shaped eletric shocker type device that you use to umm… shock yourself or your lovely.
I guess it is the sexual kin to the lightening globe. Remember those, they were popular in the 80’s, made your hair really staticy. Except those didn’t actually shock you, those are like Disney Land compared to this. All those little contraptions and extras are interchangeable for a different painful/europhic experience. Sex and pain for those who like that sort of thing.
Not that I’ve ever tried that. I mean the 5 seconds where he ran the various parts along my arm were interesting and gave me some ideas. But then again I was pretty drunk.
