Thursday, November 30, 2017

A Blast in the Park

July 23rd, 2017

I met Jordan in the park after weeks of horny talk on Scruff.  I led him into the woods on the trail and we started talking.  I gently placed my hands on him and asked if it was okay to touch him.  He was already very receptive and told me I could touch him anywhere.  I took advantage of that and caressed his wonderful ass, he immediately sank into subspace.  I kissed his neck and ears from behind, he sank ever further!  He felt as if he was going to melt and pass out right there.  I had forgotten how sweet the energy of empowerment felt!

I kissed him and he loved every moment our lips were together, we traded status information and upon the responses I asked if he’d like to suck my dick.  He couldn’t have wanted it more.  Thrilled and feeling devilish, I revealed my manhood to him after making sure the area was completely empty and keeping a sharp ear out.  He was a tad apprehensive to do it outside, even under the cover of nature and out of direct sight, but his fear faded as his overwhelming submissive spirit took over and he worshipped my dick with such genuine heartfelt desire!

He was amazing! I felt my legs go weak! My eyes rolled back in bliss! I was building a huge load and actually nearing climax!  I told him I was so close to bursting, it was so rare for me to be so stimulated by blowjob alone.  He replied he wanted it down his throat, and I happily granted his request, shooting my hot load into the back of his mouth.  I splattered the back of his eager, greedy maw with my cum and he swallowed every drop of it, sucking my manhood clean!

I pulled him up and into a deep make out, held him tightly and told him he was an incredibly good boy!  Zipped up and wiped off, we headed out to grab a bite together and get to know each other better, kink and otherwise, I wanted to bond with this boy very much.

After a delightful and short meal together, he drove me home and I gave him a very long kiss goodnight before seeing him off.

He’s delightfully submissive, and I’m quite eager to turn him into a proper leather and uniform slave toy!  He certainly deserves it!

Play Safe Dear Reader

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Rubber Puppy Love

June 24th, 2017

Following a very long and irritating dry period, I returned to Recon and found a very beautiful young man in Seattle named Pup Keef.  We enjoyed a lovely back-n-forth before finally agreeing on a meeting date.  I was delighted with his generosity, first he baked me some special brownies, then drove all the way down from Seattle, and even picked me up at work after my shift ended.

We had a lovely kiss hello, followed by grabbing some takeout for dinner which he generously picked up on his own, then finally heading back to my place.  After a pleasant meal on the couch, we showered together and I got my first look at his beautiful furry body and impressive cock!  This!

We geared up and chilled out on the couch with his brownies and drinks, watching cooking shows at his suggestion, which is pretty fun while high.  I was ready to play since I first laid eyes on him!  I roped his wrists and led him upstairs, where I roped his legs together and made out with my new helpless puppy playtoy!  I loved on his furry chest, his wonderful legs, his adorable face, and worked my way over to his impressive dick!

I turned him on his stomach and prepped his sweet hole, gently slid myself inside of him, and was blown away at how incredible his ass felt as it swallowed my manhood!  I humped him deep and lovingly, the noises he made just kept me going and excited me more!  When I finally did reach my climax, it was a deep howler! I let him know through my most primal snarls that a flood of cum had erupted from my member, his ass, his whimpering, his barks, his body, all of it just was so overwhelming, I couldn’t stop cumming!

The whole experience left me dazed, I was tipsy, high, the crossfade hit me very hard!  After I could collect myself I tended to my wonderful puppy’s cock, taking it as deep into my hungry maw as I could.  He tasted amazing, stroking and slurping it, I worked his dick and hit climactic gold!  He made a beautiful mess of himself, spouting his warm load all over his chest.  A sexual work of art!

A shower later and we returned downstairs for another chill out before retiring to bed.  I absolutely love to fall asleep with a man in my arms! 

The next morning I was still high, head reeling a tad, slight headache, it took a while to get out of bed, but we headed to grab donuts and coffee for a lazy breakfast.  We returned and ate at home, then after a short while I pulled him upstairs.  Being a switch I simply had to ride that amazingly thick, meaty pup cock!  I slid a condom on that beast, slicked my hole, presented my own foxhole and braced excitedly for impact!  I felt his tip at my ass and then…

It was just bliss...he filled me so well, he was such a gentleman about it all.

It was tragically short lived of a heavenly experience, as he erupted his warm load inside me soon after he entered me.  He apologized repeatedly, unnecessarily ashamed of his brief performance in my opinion, as I only grew more greedy for that meaty puphood of his, as well as the rest of his amazing form, his handsome face, his soft and gentle personality, and assured him that I’d have him again and again!

We cuddled close, happily, I gripped my own manhood and stroked myself to completion with the wonderful addition of his lips on mine.  We showered once more and it was time to send the pup home.  I helped the sweet boy pack up and walked him to his car, then watched him drive off and out of sight with a sigh.

Such a darling young spirit, so generous and warm.  Come back soon, puppy, let’s get you more time on my leash.

Play Safe Dear Reader.

Friday, November 10, 2017

Wolf Seed

March 10th, 2017

Tonight B and I finally had what he and I desired for so long: A deep meaningful raw fuck and breeding!

We had each gotten tested earlier that afternoon and upon our expected mutual negative test results, we celebrated by making our way to his bedroom. After tearing off our clothes, I started down his beautiful, slender naked body with my lips, until I came to his throbbing and eager cock, I devoured it hungrily.

Grabbing the anal-eze, I slathered his member and my hole thick with the lubricant.  I didn't want an ounce of friction between us as he belonged inside of me!

I guided him to my foxhole and lowered myself on top of him, my eyes closing in blissful ecstasy as his wonderful cock filled my void! I could see us both in our beastly forms, he lay back upon the bed as a tall, furry werewolf, I rode upon his huge member as his lustful fox boytoy.  I begged for it to go deeper, our mutual moans and grunts in the air, claws digging into the bedding, primal urges released, growls, snarls, gasping, then pulsing, throbbing! He roared as he pumped his warm, thick seed into me!  I moaned my gratitude as I accepted it and every drop of him!

We kissed deeply and basked in  our afterglow, I was so very happy!

B is the first man I have ever had breed me, after Cockpit of course.  He is beautiful in so many ways, he is very generous, and encourages me to have fun with other men as he watches, cooks delightful meals, shares his bed, mind, and body.  He’s even surprised me with meaningful gifts during my visit.

He’s genuine nerdy boyfriend material, and I aim to keep this one.

Play Safe Dear Reader

Saturday, July 15, 2017

My Puppy Cockpit

March 22nd, 2017

It’s way past time that I dedicate an entry entirely to my best friend and beloved puppy, Cockpit!

We met in the Spring of 2011 at a bar in Long Beach called Pistons, during an event called SoCa Bondage. I was mingling with the crowd and we came together, after some conversation I offered him my body to practice his bondage skills on. He restrained my arms above my head with padded leather cuffs, tied my legs to a post, blindfolded me with a black bandanna and then covered my mouth with black bondage tape.

He was so sensual, so sexy, and just absolutely wonderful. His kisses on my taped lips made me thirst for him. He teased, toyed, and tortured my bare chest, and I moaned, growled, and whimpered my gratitude as he had his way with me. My desire came true at the end of our play when he removed my tape and bindings, then held me close and kissed me. It was pure bliss. We traded information and made plans for a coffee date later on, which was also thoroughly enjoyable, so much so that we agreed upon another meet, and this one was sealed into my most treasured memories.

He texted me specific instructions on what to wear, where to meet him, and what to do. He also sent a picture of himself in full desert BDUs, all of which made my heart race at double time! I was to come to his garage door which was marked with a piece of black bondage tape, and enter, but never look him in the eyes. I remember being so excited and nervous, standing in front of that big white door, lifting it, seeing his boots and immediately gluing my eyes to the ground shutting the door. In moments his breath was at my neck, his voice at my ear telling me that there was no back once we started. The memory still gives me chills and a throbbing hard on even today!

He was so strong! So demanding! I wanted to leave my life behind and become his plaything! I was terrified he could rip me apart at any moment, but certain he wouldn’t do so much as even break my skin or draw blood. He bound me in the darkness, blindfolded, and gagged me! Made me into his boy toy! I worshiped him! He later brought me into his home, and ordered me to fold my clothes neatly and come inside his living room. I never paid so much detailed attention to my laundry before in my life. He later informed me I was subject to inspection, more nervous fear washed over me, oh the things he did to me! He kept my pulse racing even as he stroked my throbbing dick and ordered me not to cum, then kissed me deeply and further pushed my erotic torture! I remember when he ordered me to shower after our play was done I left the bathroom door open and didn’t even touch his soap, terrified of using anything of his without permission!

I came out and kept my eyes on the floor, he invited me over to the couch in a gentle voice and when I was in his arms, that warm loving embrace was so comforting like a lit fireplace on the night of a cold storm. He told me I could look up. I did so, cautiously, I was so surprised because it was like seeing a completely different person! Where did the strict military man go? Where were you hiding this whole time?

Before I left he gifted me two treasures, the first was the collar he had used on me that evening. A simple hard leather collar with a metal ring at the throat, which I will cherish forever. The other was a pair of his military-issued boxer shorts which he wore while he served in Afghanistan. My eyes are welling up with tears as I recall my feelings of deep gratitude.

One day, months later after we had become fast friends, he had me over following one of his trips to San Francisco, and he asked me in all seriousness if I’d be interested in being his Handler. I excitedly said I’d love to be! Followed by asking what a Handler actually was! I was only too pleased to be a close friend to him, and the details didn’t matter to me as long as this made him happy. He then educated me on what Puppy Play was, what Handlers did, and I was even more thrilled to agree to the role.

I also fondly remember him inviting me over to join in a photoshoot he prepared at his apartment with a photographer buddy of his. He wanted a set of pictures of the two of us as Pup and Handler, with him in various submissive poses, including one of my boots on top of him. He later admitted to just how hard it got him to be under my booted feet and I couldn’t stop grinning! Later on he would invite me along to my very first puppy dinner in San Francisco and my first experience being his handler. It was held at Don Ramone’s, a two story Mexican restaurant that the SF K-9 Unit had reserved the 2nd floor private dining area for. The handlers ordered for the pups and when the food came we cut it up into bite-sized pieces and spooned it into their doggy bowls. The staff loved this so much, they would even wash your dog bowl for you if you asked nicely! I remember being so nervous about being seen as the “greenhorn” handler that I was very careful and observant about everything. Then I had to use the bathroom, and when I returned I found Cockpit was face deep in my plate on the table! I was so shocked I could only sputter out “Excuse you?” to which he turned to look at me in his pup hood with this nonchalant “Oh, you’re back.” look before he just went back to all fours on the floor.

To my chagrin, one of the veteran members of the group, Wolf, said “You gotta watch your plate around these pups if you’re gonna be a handler.” successfully stabbing my ego with the exact instance I had been trying to avoid all night!

Cockpit also was the one to take me to my very first IML, the evening before our flight we stayed in a hotel next door to the airport. Before we turned in for the night we took a shower together and it will always be one of my most cherished experiences. It was hot, steamy, romantic and incredibly intimate. He was behind me, his wet body pressing up against mine, his arms around me, the lights turned themselves off being on a motion sensor and only the blue glow of the outside lights coming in through the frosted glass window lit the room. He slowly guided his thick, throbbing manhood into my hole...and he gently entered me. He was inside of me, my best friend and I held close in the steamy air under the cascading warm waters as one beautiful whole of an expression of love and compassion. It was one of the most beloved and incredible, there hasn’t been a day that has gone by that I don’t wish to go back and re-live that moment, to go back to that night. I pray he knows just how wonderful that felt and how much it meant to me.

The morning after we flew first class to IML, my first time in such nice accommodations! When we landed and headed down to claim our bags, I spotted a driver holding a sign with my name on it. I said “Oh, cool that guy has the same name as…” but I trailed off as I looked at Cockpit, he simply smiled and nodded, he had ordered us a personalized ride to the host hotel for our first IML together! I was over the moon with how much he was spoiling me! I hugged and kissed him, giddy as all hell!

One evening during the event, we were both in full gear, myself in my leather and Cockpit in full puppy, outside the hotel at 3:00am. Cockpit was playing with a puppy friend, pup Apollo, batting around an empty water bottle back and forth. Then Cockpit pounced on it, flattening it completely. He took one last look at it, then looked elsewhere ignoring the bottle completely, so I picked it up and asked “Are you all done? Are you bored with your bottle?” to which he waved a leather-mitted paw very dismissively to me with a sigh of “Arf.” I froze, stunned, and he quickly looked to see my reaction and I could see a giddy mischievous gleam in his eyes, later on he would tell me the look on my face was priceless and that “Did I just get summarily dismissed by my puppy?!” explained it pretty well. Cockpit has since taken me on many trips, San Francisco for Folsom, Dore Alley, various SF K-9 Unit events, Chicago for IML a few times, and he even went all out and made a huge Christmas in Hawaii trip for myself and several others. He’s incredibly attractive on so many angles. His intelligence is off the charts, book smart, social smarts, street smart, it’s intimidating at times of just how intelligent he really is overall. An example of how I find this sexy is that at our first IML together the first thing we did when we got to the room was start a discussion on String Theory, and I have to say it was one of the sexiest talks I had all weekend! A strong mind is a huge turn on for me.

Then there’s his personality, witty, sarcastic, and a huge goofball who has a poker face that could make any master of the cards fold within minutes. I’m never not smiling around him. Physically, he has that handsome geek look about him, fine-tuned, neat-n-tidy, warm, finished off with his military cut silver hair paired with his arctic ice blue eyes that could pierce stone with a sewing needle or melt the ever frost. It all makes me want to drop to my knees in a collapse of admiration and a famished heart.

He’s an A-Type, OCD clean freak, minimalist that makes me strive to be just as organized as him on a bad day! He’d pass the white glove test so well they’d need to use an entirely new grade of white just for him! Whenever I kiss him it’s never long enough, whenever I hold him it’s never close enough, whenever we laugh I’m always greedy for more. My heart craves for him like an addict, I must have all of him.

I fantasize over him, I have one particular fantasy which involves a warm cabin in the snowy mountains, him dressed to the nines in a full RCMP uniform, and a huge warm bed with candlelight.

Cockpit has earned his place in my heart through his acts of generosity, his patience, and his endless understanding. I feel at times he understands me more than I do myself. When I come to him with an idea, excited and jubilant, he gently reveals it can be more than just an idea, and gives me clues as to how I can build it and make it real. He’s not like so many others, who give me doubt and hesitation as a first response. He truly is a fan to my fire!

Whenever I turn to repay his kindnesses, he simply smiles, turns me back around, and pushes me forward, telling me to give it to someone else in front of me. He’s given not only myself so much, but he’s given many, many, many other souls happiness. Even if he denies it politely, remains modest, and claims he isn’t as amazing as I sing his praises to be, I know in my heart he is.

I love you, Cockpit. Thank you so much for everything you have given me! I can’t wait to have even more adventures with you! I would burn borders for you, and follow you to the depths of Tartarus just to drag you back to the surface.

Play Safe Dear Readers, and may you be blessed with many dear friends yourselves.

Slave Potential

December 18th, 2016

Wes, whom I met on Recon, and I talked for a month or so online before finally being able to plan a meeting after my move up to Washington. I told him to meet me in a nearby park this evening. I arrived early and was filled with eager excitement. The woods were extremely dark, and my chest tingled with the thrill of meeting a man in the shadows, much like the stories my older kinky friends would tell, there was that air of the forbidden and taboo about it all.

I was only there a few minutes, in full gear, leather Muir cap, jacket, gauntlet gloves, jeans, boots, before I noticed someone else had entered the park. He walked around, entered the woods, then came out towards me. He said nothing, and dropped to his belly and licked my boots before kneeling and greeting me as his Master. I held him close and looked down on him, my happy little slave on his knees. I kissed him deeply before we headed to his car.

We made our way to a bar in town, but stopped at a pet store beforehand first as a joke made by Wes, but I called his bluff and insisted it was a great idea. We did buy two collars, but sadly they were much too large, I just need a leather hole punch to modify them to being wearable.

At the bar we were greeted to a drag show night and a packed bar, so our initial plans of finding a secluded corner for some private talk and booze went on hold. We had a drink, enjoyed some of the show and both enjoyed looking over the hot country boys together before heading out.

On the way home I ordered him back to the park, we got out and headed to some dense shrubs, then ordered him down on his knees, and he proceeded to impress me with his oral skills. He sucked my cock with great gentleness and eagerness. I sat back and took in every bob of his head on my dick in the dark woods. It was forbidden bliss. He then drove me home afterward and we parted ways.

I went to bed thinking up new uses for my new eager slave! So much potential!

Play Safe Dear Reader.

Thursday, July 13, 2017

Geeks of a Feather

September 29th, 2016

The very handsome "B" picked me up from the house and drives me up to his place in Irvine. Along the way we immediately match wavelengths on topics like Tumblr, “Bob’s Burgers”, and other fun internet nonsense. When we arrive at his garage we didn’t hesitate to enjoy our first kisses. We headed up to his apartment which was such a refreshing surprise, as he is just as meticulously tidy as my puppy Cockpit, with the wonderful added bonus of having an eye for unique gamer style in his decor.

We headed in for a shower and I gave him the most romantic and loving cleansing experience, many hugs and holding each other under the warm waters, fragrant soaps and lather slicking up our bodies.

We dried ourselves and slipped into his bed to cuddle, warm embraces turned to him giving me a lovely backrub. I simply melt when a man has good hands and I was instantly a puddle in his paws. He worked his way downward and then his tongue began to caress my ass. I relaxed and welcomed him, and he made me feel absolutely incredible. Gasps and moans of ecstasy escaped my lips along with wide grins and breathy gratitude. He knew what he was doing and he loved it.

We settled back into cuddling and started talking about our favorite fetishes. He confided in me that one of his bondage fantasies included him being aggressively stripped naked, tied to a post, and being victim to a line of brutal orcs who use him as their slut toy until each one had brutally rammed and filled his hole with their cum. I told him I loved his fantasy, as well as bondage, slave servants, boot lickers, and cocksuckers. At this he went down on me and displayed his great skill at sucking dick!

He came back into my arms where I looked him in those beautiful eyes and said I’d be more than happy to figure out how to make his orc fantasy come true, and even go so far as to dress as one to really make the fantasy a reality. He was so elated that he went back down on my cock with three times the gusto as before! Once he was back up I gripped his dick and told him what I wanted to do to him. I wanted to go to the bar in full leather, with him on my leash in nothing but his boots, jockstrap, and harness. I’d tie him to the chain web and hang a sign on him reading “boy toy, free to play” then stand back and watch my friends play with him however they wished.

"B" began to moan and told me he was going to cum, I jerked him more and made him shoot a magnificent load! I smiled and let him bask in his afterglow as I cleaned up his beautiful body, I then lay with him until he told me he wished for me to cum too. I grinned wickedly, grabbed his face and pulled him into a deep aggressive make out, stroking my manhood furiously until I erupted with his tongue in my mouth, much to our mutual satisfaction. I wiped down and we dressed to go to dinner at a sushi bar. Our meal was delightful, discussing video games and Native American mythology, we then moved to have dessert at After Hours several stores over before heading back to my place so I could grab an overnight bag. Back at "B"’s, we hopped into bed, cuddled, and watched Lore videos before turning in for the night. In the middle of the night he got on top of me and rode my crotch until he shot his load again thanks to me jerking his sweet dick. He dismounted, wiped off, and went back to bed.

In the morning after a long sleepless night due to my sore neck, we woke up, cuddled, showered, and I stroked him off until he shot again bringing the score up to 3 consecutive orgasms in a single date. We cleaned up, dressed, and he drove me home.

"B", you’re so delicious, I can’t wait to make you my boy toy again very, very soon!

Play Safe Dear Reader.

Friday, July 7, 2017

Voyeur to Consensual Abuse

September 24th, 2016

This afternoon James and I made a trip up to Master Mike’s house. Prior to setting out, James was packing some interesting gear, including a pair of bright orange prison uniforms, so I knew that today was going to be quite enjoyable!

When we arrived, Master Mike greeted us in his garage already geared up in his motorcop uniform, boots, paneled leather gauntlet gloves, leather jacket, and his patrol helmet! Quite the woof! He led us inside and we changed into the prison uniforms. I’d never worn one before, so it was quite the different feeling I received when I saw myself in the mirror. An excited anxiety of sorts, bashfulness perhaps. It was the exact opposite of who I was as a person, I wasn’t a criminal by any means, and I had a healthy fear of being on the wrong side of the law, so seeing myself in a prisoner’s garb, even in sexual roleplay, was a bit scary.

When ready, I went into the rec room where Master Mike was already harshly verbally abusing James, and the look on his face showed clear signs James was enjoying it. Then Master Mike turned his attention to me, his tone and demeanor flipped to a soft, warm, and loving tone. I found myself collared in a leather, multiple D-ring collar, and my subspace veil came down around me once it was buckled comfortably around my neck. Master then had us both lick and worship his beautiful black leather boots, all while stroking me with loving, soothing praise and slapping James with beratement.

Soon I was bound in cuffs, and Master loved on me gently before he put me in a leather gimp hood and roped me into blissful helpless bondage. He placed me comfortably upon a soft dog bed and allowed me to melt into my wonderful predicament. I was then a content and curious voyeur to his abuse of James. Master put a piss funnel gasmask on James’ face, bound him in handcuffs, and then poured beer down the funnel. It was a sight I’d wanted to see for years, how a funnel gag worked, as I’ve wanted to try it but was always nervous to ask. Master poured half the bottle down the funnel, James drank it obediently, sputtering at times and some drops would spray upward, then once it was finished Master emptied the remainder. It made me scoot closer to see, like a curious puppy I watched very intently so I didn’t miss a thing! I remember my heart beating faster, like the first time I ever saw piss play back during my trip to Las Vegas, it was that same intrigue and nervous desire to try something new!

Master Mike then turned his attention to me, smiling warmly. Eager to please him, I scooted closer and presented my crotch to him so he could use it as a boot rest. From this comfortable position I watched as he doused a paper towel with poppers and placed it in the gas mask’s air intake  soon James was blissfully looped out of his mind. All the while, I was receiving firm yet gentle pressure from underneath Master’s boot! He then began to make out with me, praising James as his faggot, and me as his sexy fox, more making out, and he took me into his arms until I nodded off.

James came out of his poppers haze and asked permission to control me as well. Permission granted. Master Mike put me on the floor, hooded me again, cuffed me, and put his boot on me. A short time afterward I asked if I could get closer to them, my wish granted I was placed on the futon and Master Mike ordered James to fetch the massage wand. Master Mike made out with me as James used the wand on my crotch, both of them attempted to stroke me to climax, I was so horny and just aching for release, but the damn wand was just too distracting for me to finish! Finally at long last the wand was removed, James stuck his gloved fingers in my mouth for me to worship as Master Mike stroked and pumped my manhood. I erupted in a massive load of cum from my exhausted member, to which James remarked “It’s about damn time!”

You’re telling me, buddy…

I lay there, paralyzed in pleasure until I was wiped down, and I faded out. When I came around, we headed upstairs and watched a movie, still in our gear. It was quite an enjoyable visit, and I look forward to my next imprisonment!

Play Safe Dear Reader!

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Talk of Aspiring Imprisonment

September 17th, 2016

James picked me up from Tim’s place, we headed out to grab a bite before he drove me over to meet Master Mike at his house where he had his own fun night.

I met the polite and dominant Master Mike in his driveway and made introductions. He then gave us a brief tour of his home then headed upstairs and got comfortable, I got to meet his two adorable little Pekingese. We talked for a bit before he excused himself, when he returned he was wearing a pair of incredible tall, black harness boots, one of my absolute favorite types of boot!

He sat back down and demanded James lick his boots, which he obediently did so. Master Mike then turned to me and, knowing I liked a softer approach, politely and gently invited me to lick his boots as well. I graciously accepted, and happily got on all fours to worship his beautiful boots. It tasted so wonderful, and my mind began to slide comfortably into subspace.

There was more talk of gear interests, submission play, he gently used my crotch as a boot rest, which pleased me greatly. Master Mike then offered me a hood and collar, I eagerly accepted, gripping his boot more firmly in my crotch. Before long I found myself on the floor, bound up in rope, locked in handcuffs, listening to Master Mike in his executioner’s hood tell me of a cage he wanted to keep me in. Locked up, chained up, safe in his playroom, in the warm darkness as his fox prisoner.

I was in Master Mike’s arms, cradled and stroked by this fiercely dominant man who took a very loving embrace of me. Submission to him came easily, as harsh and nasty as he was towards James, much to James’ enjoyment of it, Master Mike was soft and sweet towards me. I truly wanted to be his fox prisoner the more he spoke of it. He went on, describing chains, an orange jumpsuit, fox hood, and tail plug. Eventually I was able to finally burst my load, erupting four days of immense horny pressure shot from my manhood, and I was left to rest upon the floor, unable to even move from severe exhaustion.

I was thrilled to hear yet another friendly voice to be calling me to move to Washington. More love, more intrigue, I simply must make this my destination!

Play Safe Dear Reader.

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Creatures of Carnal Desire

September 16th, 2016

This evening James dropped me off in front of the apartment complex of his friend Tim. I was dressed in my leather harness, worn under my t-shirt, leather jacket, Wrangler jeans, western belt, black leather gloves, red fox tail (to ensure I was up to something), and my Dehner dress boots worn on the outside of my jeans.

When he greeted me downstairs, Tim was quite captivated by my gear and quickly showed me up to his apartment. Since James had introduced us online, we quickly found we had many mutual kink interests, including my deeply desired fantasy for mud and quicksand, and we became fast friends.

Once inside, we talked a bit, he showed me his beautiful collection of boots and kink gear. He spent a bit of time loving on my Dehners before we finally kiss and have a beautiful make out session on his bed. He has these great, thick kissing lips that I adore on a man. He then went to his closet and gears up in his black one piece sport biker armor, matching gloves and boots, and I’m given another make out with the Black Biker. Woof!

Afterward he showed me his boot rack and gear collection in more close detail as he gets out of his biker armor and the carnal desire in the room rose with the warmth. He then revealed his incredible manhood to me and it really was an item of desire on this beautiful man! He booted up in a pair of succulent tall white cowboy boots and a redneck ballcap, slid on a condom and I knelt to suck his impressive member. He enjoyed my servicing skills and soon took his manhood back to lube up as well as my eager hole. He entered me gently and slowly like a gentleman, however the moment his first two inches were inside of me, my inner Dark Fox awoke with a start and outright DEMANDED the entirety of his wonderful cock!

I took him by surprise as I backed up as far as my body could take him inside me, much to his delight, with that he thrusted and I bucked until he brought our fun to a hold. He didn’t want to finish just yet, I understood regardless of my hole lusting for more!

We dressed and he treated me to dinner at a delightful Thai restaurant, we then soon returned to his apartment and he asked me what I would like to see next. I grinned and requested to see the police officer he so often spoke of in our conversations online. He smiled, took some clothing from the gear closet and slipped into the next room. When he returned, I looked upon Daddy Sheriff, and was incredibly turned on with admiration. He wasted no time in crawling on top of me, his dominant energy pulsing off of his uniformed body. He kissed me firmly, he kissed me deep. His pants unzipped and his manhood already sported a condom, one matching his uniform colors perfectly, I slid off the bed and onto my knees to serve my sheriff to the best of my ability, taking as much of him down my drooling maw as I possibly could greedily muster.

Soon he ordered me back on the bed, face up, legs up, my fox hole exposed and open for his use and pleasure. His long cock entered me again, his dominating glare imprisoned my gaze, and I confessed my crimes of carnal desire. I told him everything, held nothing back, how I wanted to be his badge boy, his precinct plaything, his locker room toy for not only himself but his hot uniformed brothers. He gripped me hard and let out a deep moan as he released his supreme load!

Both of us panting and satisfied, we cleaned up and went to bed. I cuddled my sexy sheriff close as I fell asleep smiling.

The next morning, he took me to coffee at Brewsters, it had started to rain and I was able to see Seattle properly through the huge windows in a warm cafe, a coffee warming my hands. It filled me with a romantic peacefulness that I crave, especially coming from a life predominantly lived in the neverending sunshine of California.

We returned to his home and after a bit of flirty foreplay, he effortlessly had my pants around my ankles and me bent over his bedside like the eager ethical slut I am, fucking my hole good and deep. It was, however, when he had me roll over onto my back and thrust into me, that he hit my Beast Point, and all passive submission left me like a flock of startled birds shaken from their tree. My fangs grew, my eyes flashed, and I snarled and roared for his cock!


He was shocked by my sudden transformation and nearly had to smother me with a pillow, lest his neighbors hear my passionate roars of ecstasy! He soon busted his load inside of my hole, and collapsed grinning. He said he was exhausted and he hadn’t cum so much in so long. I lay there smiling, even without blowing my own load, I was quite happy with the pounding he gave my tailhole. Soon after we cleaned up, James arrived to pick me up. I kissed Tim goodbye, and left, smiling.

I’m eager to see him again, not only can he fuck me and hit my Beast Point, he’s the first one I found in Washington to want to go get muddy. Finding mud fans is insanely difficult, but I have a feeling I’ll find a good number of them here in Washington, with all the plentiful rains, it must be a good place to look.

Play Safe Dear Reader.

Monday, July 3, 2017

Gearing Up With a Dragon

September 1st, 2016

This evening I met Joe after talking to him a bit at the encouragement of one of my close friends. Joe surprised me by being a tad early in his arrival, so I quickly grabbed some fetish gear and stuffed it in a bag before heading to his truck. He’s a very nice guy, and we had some pleasant conversation as we headed to his place.

Along the way we stopped by two potential gear shops, but sadly they were closed, however I did note them down for future exploration.  Once over at his place, we talked more, he showed me his impressive collection of all things dragons and some of them were incredible, like wood carvings, and hand-painted figures. We geared up, and took some fun pictures in order to tease our friend with, and then we just cuddled in full gear. Me in my full leather, him in full football pads, my head on his stomach, and we watched funny vine videos on my phone just enjoying each other in gear. It was very relaxing and sexy.

We headed out to Denny’s, with me still in full leather because why the fuck not? After an enjoyable meal, we came back and went to bed but since I had several cups of coffee, sleep wasn’t in my deck of cards. Eventually I couldn’t hold my lust for Joe back any longer, and went crazy over him! Kissing, groping, stroking, and riling him up so bad, I made the dragon blow his load! Fuck that was so worth it!

After cleaning up, we went back to bed and he fell asleep. Still awake, I spent the night writing this and that until his alarm woke him up.  I snuggled him close until I dozed off, and awakened later to an empty house, the dragon had flown off somewhere, leaving the leather fox in his nest. When he came back, he took us back to my friend’s place and we kissed our goodbyes.

I’m looking forward to more gear time with this handsome dragon, he’s a fun one!

Play Safe Dear Reader.