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Reading about it. Seeing all those videos. Thinking. Daydreaming. I closed out the page mid story; sat back in my chair, and said out loud to no one: "Yeah, I know what comes next. The touching. The kissing. The licks and nuzzles...all leading to..." I shut the laptop cover and sank down in despair. As a really late blooming gay guy (well over the age of my sixth decade) there was little about gay sex I had not learned of and experienced...at least in my head. A bit of self-consciousness about touching and being touched came from early rejections in the real world. Yet my mind and heart ached for a man. Holding him. Being held. His scent filling me with a calm desire to give in to all of my deepest needs. I work at a mid-sized picture framing studio. Customers like me. In that setting, I am friendly, outgoing, even gregarious. No one can tell just how sensitive and withdrawn I feel inside. When he came up to the counter with a bag full of old framed artwork, Todd smiled at

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Spankings in Zombieland Ch. 01

февраля 25, 2021

ONE Juno Juno wraps the gauze once, twice, then three times around the wound. God, I hate basements, she thinks to herself, tearing the bandage with her teeth and pressing it in place. She thinks she might actually see better if she closes her eyes, here. Of course, most places are this dark at night, ever since the Collapse. At 19, Juno is just barely old enough to remember when she could flick a switch and this entire hallway would be flooded with fluorescents light. Every nook and cranny suddenly, immediately visible, the long bare bulbs reflecting off the tile. It was a creepy school basement then, too, but now... Now there's a different type of dark. A dark that lasts. I fucking hate basements, she thinks again before slamming shut the locker door she just accidentally shouldered into. The metal clang is the only sound she's heard aside from her breathing since she came down here, and now the silence is weightier than before. Her breathing seems louder, more insistant. S

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Kitten in Red

марта 01, 2021

He had only two more days left in Seattle and they both tried not to think about having to be apart again. While they knew how to maintain their connection online across thousands of miles, it would still be hard to separate after a week of intense sexual bonding in real life. They planned a night out at one of Seattle's best restaurants. They both dressed up, Sir D in a sharp dark gray suit with a crisp white shirt. Kitten wore a red A line lace dress with red high heels. Underneath she didn't have to tell him that she had on his favorite red bra and pearl g string lace panties, she knew by the smoldering look in his eyes that he was aware of exactly what was underneath. The red complimented her skin tone and dark black hair. She wore her hair down and the curls behaved as well as she could expect. She put on some light eye makeup and red lipstick and around her neck what to any casual observer looked like a necklace was the collar given to her by Sir D. The collar to signif

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