Throat Fucking White Beard

 My Playroom—June, 2025

A few posts ago, I wrote about the second Saturday group at the Jackson bookstore (where a cocksucker was so helpful in finding me a hot ass to fuck.)  I am surprised I didn’t mention a man with a long white beard.  He was good cocksucker.  Really good.  And hungry.  He begged to get my phone number so we could meet again.  He had enough skills, that I gave it to him.

He sent a text wanting to meet the next day.  I said no.  He tried again.  This time, we arranged a session that was 10 days after our first meeting, time to let things ‘be new again.’ It is rare that I invite a man over only for cock sucking and nothing else.  But we all know I like variety…

 

He stands on my porch, all smiles.  His hair is snow white, as is the long, scraggily beard that comes down to the middle of his chest.  He is likely a little older than I am.  His face and arms have been out in the hot sun and are slightly pink.  We go down to the playroom where he strips.  I have on just boots and the yellow jock.  He tosses his clothes in the chair.  I have fairly tame porn on the television, but he’s riveted to it.  I lean on the fuck bench.  I am pretty sure his knees will be glad for the padded floor under it.

He mumbles something I can’t quite make out as he kneels in front of me.  I don’t know how he will react to the slightly dirty jock full of the scent of many men.  The answer is that he mouths it and moans in the back of his throat.  He licks it, getting the fabric wet.  Finally, his hand comes up and he pulls the pouch to one side.  His lips make contact with my swelling dick.  He takes the head in his mouth and his tongue goes to work on my piss slit.  

White Beard deep throats me just before I get fully hard.  I love hardening up deep inside him.  My cock swells, cutting off his air.  He pulls back, panting, and hungrily takes me to the root again.  Two or three times in a row.

“Balls.”

He obediently starts licking them.  He seems to enjoy their flavor.  He lifts them and licks along my cockring.  I moan myself.

“Lie on the bed, head hanging over.”

He does, all atingle with anticipatory delight.  I move to the foot of the bed.  It’s a deep knee bend to get low enough, but it’s the perfect throat fuck.  I piston in and out of his open mouth and straight into his throat.  He groans and plays with his tiny dick.  I pull out. I am rewarded with a strand of deep throat spittle.  I wind it around my cock.

I tell him to get up.  I lie down and spread my legs.   It’s a good change of mood.  He can lick and suck however he wants.  He does a lot of licking up and down my shaft.  Now deep throating.  He leaves trails of wetness everywhere.  He loves the mirror reflecting his every move.

I have to remind him about my balls again.  He goes for them with enthusiasm.  He slobbers over the hairy orbs.  He licks it off.  He repeats the whole process.  He takes them into his mouth one at a time, his tongue swirling over them.  He lifts them and cleans the sex sweat around my cockring.  He goes farther down on my perineum.  He stops just short of licking my pucker.  He moves back up and repeats it all.

“I want to fuck your face again, but not on the bed.”

I get up.  I unhook the sling and let it hang down from the back chains.  I stand in the middle of the frame.  He kneels on the padded floor here.  I move forward, my hard cock slapping his cheek.  I grab my dick and use it as a club.  On his forehead.  His nose.  His open mouth as he sticks out his tongue.  Now I plunge into his open mouth.  He takes my intense throat fucking.  When I stop, I let him lick up all the spittle sticking to my shaft.  Without warning, I start a hard fucking of his mouth.  Deep into his throat.  He almost gags, but controls it—and lets me keep going.

We take a breather on the bed.  He is eyeing the toys.  He loves the looks of the big ones.

“Want to use one on me?”

“Did you clean out?”

“Nope.”

“Then, no.”

I stand up and feed him my cock.  Letting him be in charge.  He repeats all his tricks.

I take the mat for the rimseat and toss it on the floor by the bed.  He kneels on it.  I stand up for a throat fucking.  “Cum on my chest…” he mutters, when I take a breather.  I am surprised he doesn’t want the load in his mouth.  I try to think what else I can do with him.  But everything seems like just a repeat. 

And I have had my fill.  I take a hit of poppers, hoping it will trigger an orgasm.  I fuck his face—and the vapors do the job.  At the last moment, I pull out and cover his chest.  My cum clings to the white hair there.  White Beard grabs his own cock and shoots right along with me…

A Quick (But Juicy) 40 Minutes

My Playroom—March, 2025

 

Kieran, the married cocksucker, was horny.  He let me know.  Repeatedly.  The texts just kept coming.  He has only two days in the week he can sneak away.  Unfortunately, I had them booked.  But I told him I could play either of those days the next week.  He instantly set the date and time.

On the designated day, he parked in my driveway five minutes ahead of schedule.  I was ready with all the towels in place and the lube laid out.  We chatted as we walked down the steps to the playroom.  I asked if he had been to the bookstore lately.  (It is where we met.)  He hadn’t.  He wasn’t a huge fan of the new set up all in one room (which I kinda love.)  And he hated how the gay couple I often see there got to everyone he was interested in before he did (which made me sorta smile.)

He stripped down to athletic socks and sat on the bed…

 

I hang my bathrobe on the doorknob.  I have put on a jock that has not seen much service.  (It’s been handy to keep at least one fairly scent free.)  I stand before him.  Kieran twists my cock out of the pouch.   It plumps in his hand.  It grows hard and sturdy in his talented mouth.

I idly play with his hairy chest as he licks my cock head.  His tongue swirls round and round it.  My piss slit begins to drip precum.  I look down.  His short cock has hardened, pulling back the foreskin.  His left hand begins jerking and squeezing it as he sucks me.

To vary things a little, a begin a slow face fuck.  Kieran takes it willingly.  I can tell he likes it as his hand on his dick moves faster.  I build up the speed.  I stop, deep in his throat and he takes over.  He pulls me back out and his tongue is all over my head and shaft.  Finally, I pull it totally out of his mouth. 

“Balls.”

I take a step closer to him.  I hold onto my cock and give him access to my nuts.  They pull up a little as his tongue flicks over them.  He carefully sucks each in turn into his mouth—the suction gentle, the tongue caressing.  He licks the bottom of my cockring.

“Let me have that cock again.”

And he starts all over again.  He is in no hurry to get his ass pounded today.  He sucks.  He deep throats.  He goes back to my balls.  I am on the verge of asking if I can lie down on the bed so he can continue that way, when he says “I better get in the sling or I’ll shoot.”

He gets up on the sling and I get his ankles in the stirrups.  I kneel and taste his hole.  He has been busy with his toy at home, for his ass lips are very pronounced, even before I work on them.  I burrow in, loving the feel of the swollen flesh on my tongue and, eventually, in my mouth.  He moans.  I am more than ready to fuck, but I spend a few more minutes with my tongue in his ass.

I stand up and push in.  I watch his face.  As he relaxes, I begin to saw in and out.  Slowly.  Deliberately.  His eyes are on the mirror above him, watching my cock open his hole.  Kieran reaches for his own cock and then thinks better of it the moment he touches it.  He lets go and closes his eyes to concentrate on the fuck.

I pull out and go to my knees.  I hungrily take those swollen ass lips into my mouth.  He sighs and I moan.  I tongue them, loving the freshly fucked feel of them.  His asscunt is juicy—and I spend long minutes fucking him with my tongue.

I stand up.  My cock is freshly lubed.  I plunge into him.

“Fuck, you feel even bigger…”

And I think I am; the tongue fucking has gotten me really, really hard.  His hand goes to his dick.  I increase the speed of the fuck.  Kieran squeezes his oozing dick.  Repeatedly.

“Oh, hell….” And he shoots.

I slow down.  I know from experience he can’t take a fucking once he’s shot.  I swipe my hand through the puddle of his cum.  I smear it on his hole.  I go to my knees and begin eating his ass again.  I suckle on those cummy, full ass lips.  And jerk.  I surprise myself and think I might just get off this way.  I keep working and finally manage to get both of his ass lips into my mouth at the same time.

Bingo!

I stand up and slide into him easily.  In three or four strokes I am filling his ass with my seed.  Kieran is surprised—and pleased.  I marinate in his ass a bit, before reaching for a towel…

I glance at my phone.  Forty minutes from start to juicy finish…

Kieran Does the Unexpected

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Salt & Pepper Offers his Ass in the Playroom

 My Playroom—June, 2024

 

So, it was now two trips to my usual sexual haunts—and two rather mediocre experiences.  Neither were horrible, but neither really got off the ground (or got me off.)  On the trip home from the second one, I realized that some of it was just that odd period of adjustment I always get when I come home from something like Fornication Weekend (or IML or CLAW.)  At those weekend events, everything is focused on sex and pleasure.  One of the great things about those weekends is the feeling that sex is everywhere around you.  Every man you see may be a possible partner.  Everyone is looking and hoping…and connecting.  And I think it’s fair to say that the attendees of such weekends (who usually play more often even in their normal lives) are likely to have greater skills—certainly better than one of the men at the lounge who told me he got away from his wife only once a month so he could try to find a cock to suck.  Practice!  Practice!!  Practice!!!

Fortunately for me, the hot bottom who’d attended the group session at the top of the month, had contacted me.  He wanted some one-on-one time.  He was eager to see the playroom.  He made the drive down on the very last day of June… 

 

He looks great.  We are likely around the same age.  He is shorter than I remember, now that I see him out of the sling.  He has maintained with a regular gym routine.  His chest is defined and covered in that salt and pepper fur that drives me crazy.  He strips down in the playroom to a well-worn blue jock and black boots.  “I remembered your boots at the party, so I brought these along.”  He looks great.  And I love that he’d been observant about my kinks and fetishes…

I am in the dirtiest of my jocks, stained from its heavy use at Fornication Weekend with all that cum that was in David-SF’s ass during our climatic fuck.  I lean against the fuck bench, my legs spread.  Salt & Pepper, as I christened him in the group write-up, comes over.  He kneels, eye level with the obscene bulge in my jock.  He inhales.  And sighs.  He buries his nose in the fabric. 

“You’ve been busy.”

I tell him a little about Fornication Weekend as he begins tonguing the rough, fragrant fabric.  He moans a little, recognizing some of the pornsters.  He peels back the cloth and my dick springs out, slapping his nose.  He gobbles me down.  He’s good.  His mouth is wet.  At our first meeting, he only sucked me after each time we fucked.  Now I’m getting the full treatment—and I am loving it.  He moves to my balls with no direction from me.  He leaves them wet and slimy, as he licks up my column of flesh and swallows me down once more.

“Get up on the bench.”

He does.  He mentions the mirror dead ahead of him.  I point out the one to the side, that shows him his whole body.  He watches as my face is buried between his downy ass cheeks.  I burrow into his hole.  He opens easily.  He is a hot mixture of not loose, but not tight.  I lick and spit.  My cock is raging.  I stand up and fuck him for the first time today.  He moans.  He babbles a little, caught up in the overload of feelings.  I fuck him slowly.  Deliberately.  Making him take my full length with every stroke.

“Fuck me hard!”

I speed up.  Faster and faster.  I pull out.  He instantly cranes around, letting me know he wants his ass juices on his tongue.  I move to his head and feed him.  He moans.

I fuck him again.  Harder, from the moment I enter him.

He cleans me once more.  I move to the bed and sit.  I grab the exercise mat I use for the rimseat and spread it between my feet.  He knows to kneel.  And his mouth is all over my cock and balls.  He licks up his juices on my balls and our combined fluids on my cock head.  I tell him to try to get his tongue between my balls and my cock ring.  He tries.  I moan.

He loves this.  “So hot…”  He spends a lot of time there, occasionally dipping a little lower on my perineum.  Does he want to rim me?  I can’t quite tell.

We move to the sling.  I check the timing on the porn I turned on as he undressed.  35 minutes.  We agreed to the meet, knowing it would be slightly rushed as he had some other commitment in the evening.  I kneel between his stirruped ankles and eat his hole once more.  His asslips are now slightly puffy.  And delicious.  I tongue fuck him.  Over and over.  Only stopping to stand up and slip my cock into him.  His eyes are on the overhead mirror.  He sees my cock slide in and out.  His cock half-erects inside his jock, twisting the blue fabric. 

I free his cock.  I bend and lick up his pre-cum.  I go to my knees and shove it into his ass.  My cock fucks him again, using his own natural lube.  When I pause the fuck, I bring my wet cock to his mouth.  He cleans me off—swallowing our combined juices.

We take a quick water break.  I jump in the sling, telling him it’s easy access to get his tongue once more between my cockring and tight ball sack.  I also want to see if he wants to tongue anything else.  He sticks to my balls—and that is just fine.  I swear his tongue is making them work harder; my precum is gushing.

I pull out the rimseat.  We start with him sitting on my face.  Delicious.  He knows he can bounce on my cock anytime he wants—as long as he comes back up to my tongue for my pleasure.  He waits a long time, reveling in how deep my tongue is in him.  “I should have sat on your face at the party, not just your dick!” he groans.  I lap at his puffy asslips, before going deep inside him repeatedly.

He moves.  He fucks himself on my cock.  First facing me.  Then, a longer time, riding me and facing the television.  He dutifully pulls off my cock with his ass making a hot, wet sucking sound.  He settles back on my face, his ass dripping his natural lube onto my tongue.  Neither of us want to go anywhere—we are very happy right where we are…

*

S&P finally stands up.  I ask him to lean on the fuck bench.  He does as I get up.  I kneel behind him and eat his hole.  He moans as I stand up thinking I’m about to fuck him.  But I piss his ass crack instead.  I don’t know how he’ll react, but he loves it.  “Shove some in me.”  I do, just a little as I my flow recedes.  I fuck him with the piss in his hole.

“Now let me eat it out.”

We go back to the rimseat.  I can taste the piss on his crack, but there is not enough in his ass to even drip into my mouth.  But it is still a hot moment as I lick out his butt.

I know I need to get him on the road home.  But I want it to be on the road home with my load deep inside him.  We go back to the sling.  I am so ready to paint his ass with my cum.  He wants it, too.  He is talking in really hot, dirty terms about my load and how he’ll keep it in him all the way home.

I am so damn close. I fuck him harder.

“I want to feel your cum leak out of me as I drive…”

That does it.  I fire off all the pent-up loads since I got home.  A week’s worth of cum coats his insides.  His eyes never leave my contorted face as I fire off volley after volley.

I marinate inside him for a long time.  I want him to clean my cock, but not until I can stand it.  I slowly pull out.  I push the trickle of cum back into him.  I take my cock to his mouth.  He cleans me thoroughly—his cock finally fully erecting as he does it…

*

My first meet of Salt & Pepper is here: Group Sex:Two Tongues Share a Wet Ass

Keith Watches His Ass Get Plundered

 My Playroom—June, 2024

 

One of the things I love about my life is how men I know keep popping back into my orbit.  I had met Keith at the group sex gathering in Grand Rapids.  We’d had some excellent sling time there.  Then he got busy and didn’t return to more recent group sessions.  But he’d taken my phone number.  Now, after two, almost three years, he reached out by text. 

Could we meet?  We worked it out and on the first Tuesday of the month, Keith was in my playroom—stripped and ready for my dick…

 

He’s tall.  That I remembered.  And hairy.  Everywhere.  Likely slightly trimmed, but not so you can immediately tell.  I remembered him as handsome—and he certainly is. He is at least 10 years younger than I am, maybe even 15.  His cock stands up the moment I take my robe off.  I toss it on top of his clothes that are neatly folded on the chair behind the door.  I go and lean against the fuck bench.

“Get me hard.”

He kneels, eager to do just that.  He pulls the fabric back and nuzzles my ball sack.  My cock springs to life.

“You’re bigger than I remember.  Damn!” he grins.  And begins licking my piss slit.  Soon my whole cockhead disappears into his mouth.  His tongue is everywhere—head, shaft, balls.  I sigh contentedly as he moves up from my nuts, up the shaft and devours my dripping head.

“Let me lick your ass.”

I move to let him get on the bench.  His gym-built ass is lovey to look at.  The cheeks are downy, but his ass crack is terrifically hairy.  I kneel and begin to get his crack as wet as he left my cock.  He is rock hard as I rim.  He is lying on the bench so his cock totally hangs off it.  I feel it, swab up his precum with my fingers and smear it on his pucker.  Keith groans—knowing just what I’m doing as I drill his juices into him with my tongue.

It's one of those butts I could eat all day.  But my cock is rampant and needs attention.  I lube it up with coconut oil as I lick his crack one more time.  I stand.  My cockhead disappears inside him.  He is pleasantly tight—not too tight.  I bottom out.  Hold.  And fuck.

Keith groans and tells me to fuck him harder.  I comply.  His eyes find the mirror off to the side.  He gasps as he realizes he can watch my cock hammer into him.  I pull out.  Slap his ass crack with my rock-hard dick and enter him again.  A little roughly.

“Yessss….” he sighs.

I fuck him for a long time.  When I pull out, I wonder if he’ll want to taste his ass on my dick.  He cocks his head, expectantly.  And there’s the answer.  I move so me can lick me.  He does.  Every inch of flesh.

I fuck him again. 

He cleans me again.

I suggest we move to the sling.  He gets in easily.  A pig that knows his way around equipment.

I kneel and look at his wet ass.  I spend long minutes tonguing up and down his ass crack.  Finally, I dig into his hole. I let out an involuntary moan—he tastes so damn good.  The mix of his own natural lube, the coconut oil and my precum is a heady mix.  I make myself get up and move to the side of the sling.  We kiss, sharing his deliciousness back and forth.  I go back and lick his ass again. 

“Share it…” he murmurs.

I do.  A longer, involved kiss.

This time, when I go back, I enter him and we fuck.  I point up to the mirror above him.  His eyes go there, enthralled at seeing his hot ass being plundered.  I speed up the fuck.  The frame creaks.  The chain ends smack the poles.  It’s a noisy fuck. 

And it ends with my cock in his mouth.  He slobbers over my shaft and sends me back to drill him again.  Another loud fucking.  Another cock cleaning.  This time with a kiss after it.

I take a drink from my mug of tea.  It’s still warm.  I take another sip and hold it in my mouth.  I kneel and let it run down his ass crack.  He groans.  I lick it up.  I take a sip from the cold water I’ve brought down for him.  I do the same thing.  Keith loves the temperature change.  I lick it up as well.

I stand. 

“Fuck me!” he groans out.

My cock slaps his tight ball sack.  Piss erupts out of it.  It sluices down his ass crack, clinging to all the hair.  He groans, telling me that is so hot.  “Poke some into me…”  I do, with the last few drops I have left.  I lick up and down his crack, swallowing down all my piss.  I stand back up and fuck him. 

Hard. 

Using him for my pleasure.

His cock, which has been only semi-hard in the sling, stiffens up again.

“Breed me,” he mumbles.  “I want your load.”

It feels a little fast, but my cock tells me I could shoot.  I pull out and go back to eating his ass.  Keith strokes his cock.  I spit and drill it into his now pliable hole.  His ass lips are slightly puffy.  I massage them with my tongue, making him stroke faster.

I stand up.  I enter him, a little roughly.  I fuck with long, hard strokes. 

“Cum in me,” he moans.

That sets me off.  I fire my load deep into him.  I feel each shot from my dick, magnified by his tight hole.  I grab the frame and stay there, marinating deep inside.

“Don’t pull out…”  He is jerking his cock.

I am going nowhere.

In moments, he shoots, his ass squeezing down on me with each blast.  His cum pools between his hairy pecs…

Art In My Playroom (Part 3)

 

I got inundated with a number of special projects these last two days, and so the latest post about my bathhouse behavior got tabled. 

 

 

 This piece is on the wall to the side of the sling.  I really like it, but I can’t tell you much about it.  I think I clipped it from a magazine years ago.  It could have come from a stroke may like In Touch of Blue Boy, but I’m thinking it was an illustration from Out magazine, which I read religiously in its early days.  While it is similar in style to Tom of Finland or Etienne I am fairly sure it is not by either of them.

 

If any of my readers recognize the artist, I would love to give that person credit.  Drop me a line in the comments or at felchingpisser@gmail.com.

Breeding Davis

 My Playroom—January, 2021

We had chatted on two different hook-up sites over the years.  But timing had always worked against us. In January it clicked.  We had both been keeping pretty much to ourselves with the pandemic. We weighed the risk and decided to meet. 

 Davis and I soon moved to text.  Once he was told I had a playroom, he couldn’t wait to get in the sling.

D:  “I cannot wait to meet you and be fucked by you.”

FP:  “Great.  Are you ok with some piss on your ass as I am rimming?”

D:  “I am game for that.”  And before I could respond:  “I have never done WS, but am open to trying it and anything else that you want to do.”

FP:  “Hot.  We will play it all by what feels good at the moment…as long as we are fucking bare and you take the load.”

D:  “I cannot wait to get naked with you and be fucked by that monster cock of yours.”

He arrived in the early afternoon.  Davis is tall-ish, in his mid 30’s, with dark hair and a happy grin—even after a long drive in the snow.  He went to shower for a check and I took a pitcher of water down to the playroom.

Soon enough we were both in our jocks—with me in boots and Davis in sweat socks…

 

I point to the floor in front of me.  His response is instantaneous.  Davis kneels and begins licking the mounded pouch.  I have worn a new jock, not knowing how he would react to the grungy one.  My cock is soon filling his mouth.  I grab his head and fuck his throat.  I get in at least three strokes before he gags.  I let go and let him recover.  He takes the lead and quickly swallows every inch of me.  He pulls off me—bringing up two strands of deep throat spittle.  I catch them on my hand and smear them all over my dick. 

Again he takes me to the root—holds it—chokes—and comes up for air.  There is a larger amount of spittle.  I catch it in my wet hand and tell him to get on the fuck bench.  I smear his spittle down the crack of his moderately hairy ass.  I slide a wet finger into his warm, fresh from the shower, hole.  He groans—and uncaps his poppers.  I go to my knees—and my tongue makes contact with his pucker just as the popper wave hits him.  He groans—and I poke my tongue as deeply as possible into his ass.  It opens more with each prod.

I spit more gob into his hole

I stand up—and my cock slaps his upturned ass.  The head instinctively disappears into Davis.  He groans again.  I hold still—waiting for his ass to adjust and to let him take another hit.  The moment I hear the cap replaced, I begin a slow fuck of his wet ass.  It is a relentlessly slow in and out.  Making his feel every inch of my hard, thick cock.

“Fuck me,” he groans.  “Fuck me hard.”

I build on the stroke.  My balls are now smacking his ass.  The small room is filled with sounds of wet, sloppy sex.

Just as suddenly I stop.  I pull out and move to his head, hoping he is ready for ass to mouth.  He cranes down from the fuck bench to clean my cock.  “So good,” he hisses.  And takes me fully back into his mouth.

“Get it good and wet.  It’s the only lube I’m gonna use this time.”

I go back to his hole—my cock dripping with fresh spittle.

I plunge into him. His head shoots up.  Our eyes meet in the full length mirror in front of us and I begin a faster pace—giving him maybe three quarters of my length on each stroke.

“Fuck me, sir.  Love…it.  LOVE…IT.”

And his eyes close to concentrate…

*

I take some pictures of the fuck on the bench.  Not great shots with just one hand… as I continue to fuck…

We switch to the sling.  Davis loves the mirror above him.

He watches me relish eating out his well fucked hole.

He loves the feel—and look—of my hot piss hitting his puffy ass lips.  And how it makes me redouble my efforts at slurping it off him. I poke some into his loose hole, too.

I stand up and enter him again.  He raises the popper bottle to uncap it.  My hand touches his.  He looks from the mirror to me.  “Just take it,” I murmur.

He does.  He closes his eyes.  I can see every thrust go across his eyelids.

That makes me fuck him harder.

I kneel and go back to his hole—it is frothy with his own juices and my spit and piss.  I swallow some and make a show of spitting some back into him. 

“Now take a hit,” I tell him.

I continue eating his hole until I hear the cap go back on.  I stand up and slide into him.  I start slowly and build to a chain rattling fuck.  He has floated somewhere other than the sling—in a good way.  He is all about the sensation. 

I finally slow and he returns to the earth—and the sling.

“Fuckkkkk….” He moans.

“You want more piss?”

He groans assent.

I cover his ass again.  And the pouch of his jock, where his half hard dick protrudes from one side.

I lick it off.  Including the piss on his dick.

“I need to load you.  You want my cum?”

He nods.

“Say the words.”  My tone is hard.

“Breed me.”

I enter him.  Our eyes lock on each other.

“Fill my ass with your cum.”

That’s all it takes.

I shoot.  A week’s worth of cum into his hole.

I hold onto the frame and marinate in his ass for a long time.

Only then do I go to my knees and taste all the juices in his butt…

Equipment Close-up: The New Playroom

I moved 25 miles north on November 2, 2020, with the rather cute movers in masks.  I had the new version of the playroom up by the second week.  It is in the basement—in the one finished room down there.  It is slightly smaller.  So far, I have not used it for anything more than one other man.  Four or five of us would fit and with six, well, it would be tight.

 

The light above the fuck bench has a red bulb, so we don't need the white light I used for these pictures.

The big screen went in.  The porn always reflexes the fetish play we will be doing ourselves.

There were two huge mirrors left by the previous tenant.  They are now behind the sling and the fuckbench—they are great to heighten the excitement.  The pictures are still waiting to be hung.