Equipment Close-Up: The Curved Dildo

 Equipment Close-Up:  The Curved Dildo

 

I usually write up an equipment close-up after a piece where I used it.  Today’s is for a piece I will be publishing next time—though this toy has appeared in these pages before.

This toy was gifted to me by frequent commenter (and sex pig) GaryM.  He found that self- insertion of this toy did not do it for him.  But, he thought, it would be a whole different experience with someone else wielding it.

The insertable length of the toy is 9 inches.

The circumference of the head is 5 inches (smaller than my dick)

The circumference at the base is a butt busting 9 inches.

It is made from silicone and has a wonderfully soft feel.

Notice the ridges.  Men gasp as they take each one.  And the curve—I can hit the guy’s prostate repeatedly, making them shudder and drool pre-cum.

 

And the head.  Small enough for most men to take easily.  They seem to really love the bumps that are on the edge of the glans.

With that small(ish) head, it goes into most men who come to me for anal play—and who want more than my cock.  It is a nice gradual growth on the circumference.  It is a toy to work with—to take it a little deeper, a little wider, each time they visit.

So now, when you read about Jamie’s toy play in the next post—you can really appreciate just how much of a dedicated ass man he is…

The Seahorse:  Mr. Hankey's Toys

Only 25 Minutes...and so much cum...

 Near Home—March, 2024

You never know. 

I have made that statement over and over on this blog.  If you go somewhere where men may have sex, even where there is a good track record that sex will likely happen, you just don’t know if it will.  Half the fun.  And the frustration. 

On this Saturday afternoon, I don’t think it could have gotten any better…

 

I go into the straight side.  I really do seem to like straight porn when I go out, maybe as I have nothing but gay porn at home.  I sit to the side.  A cub on the edge of turning into a bear is on his knees giving head across the aisle from me.  I watch him work.  He is totally committed to cock.  The cock he wants to explode deep in his throat.  The guy he is sucking is likely older than I am, with a nice, slightly curved dick.  I watch the cub finally pull off the dick and nuzzle the hairy balls sticking out of the guy’s fly.  The groan from the man being licked is sexier than anything on the screen.

A guy I have fucked in the past comes in.  He makes a bee line to me.  He goes right to his knees and starts sucking without even checking in as to whether I want him to do so.  It feels good, but he’s using his hand way more than his mouth.  I ask him to stop with the fist.  He sighs.  He does it, begrudgingly.  I sigh, too.  But in contentment.  It feels much better now without his rough palm wrapped around my cock.  And the cub across the aisle is back to sucking cock, giving me additional visual stimulation.

“Fuck me?”  My guy pulls off my cock and looks up at me.  It’s not really a question, more of a demand.

I have been sitting here for all of three and a half minutes.  I tell him I will be happy to fuck him a little later.  He goes back to my dick, but without as much energy now.

The cub across the way gets the load.  The man he’s doing can’t stop panting and grunting out his pleasure.  This makes my guy stop sucking.  He stands up to watch.  His thick dick, that he’s been stroking as he sucked, is right at face level for me.  I give him some reciprocal head.

In moments I feel a hot mouth on my cock.  I glance down.  The cub has crawled from the wilted dick of the guy who just shot, over to my cock.  He engulfs it as I continue to suck.  This attracts the cross-dressing Latino and an older Mexican.  They come over and start working the nipples of the handsome man in my mouth.  Soon the Mexican cradles his balls with his weathered hands.  He pulls them gently, and the cock comes out of my mouth for him to stroke.  I relax and really pay attention to the mouth on my own dick.

This guy was born to suck dick.  He’s great.  The wetness, the suction, the instinctual awareness of pleasure points.  I give him my full attention.  He is jerking himself as he sucks—but it is never about his needs—it’s really all about whoever is in his mouth.

“I’m going to shoot,” says the good-looking guy standing next to me.  The hand job has been too much.

“In my hand,” grunts the Mexican, but the guy has other ideas.  He turns and feeds it to me.  The sound of his orgasm, makes my sucker look up at what is happening. 

He stops sucking.  He stands up and drops his pants.  “Fuck me!”  He turns, showing me his pale, full butt cheeks. 

I stand up and spit the mouthful of cum into my hand.  “I’m using his cum for lube.”  I coat my cock with it.  The Cub groans out a ‘Yes!’  The two Latinos watch, jerking their own cocks.  The guy who gave me the load stops zipping up to watch me fuck with his sperm.

“Stick that slimy cock in him,” says the older Mexican with his thick accent.

My cock head finds the cub’s pucker.  It slips into him easily.  He groans at the slickness of the handmade lube.  I am all the way inside him in one thrust.  My hips have a mind of the their own.  I am thrusting hard and fast from the very first.  The cub staggers a little.  I grab his hips.  The cross-dressing Latino moves in front of him so he can grab on to him for balance.  I fuck into him like a man possessed. 

And he’s loving it.  “Use me.  Fuck me hard, Daddy…”

I will myself to slow down.  But I can’t.  Not at first, but I finally do.  I pull out.  Cum is dripping from his ass.

“Look at that,” says the Mexican.

I go to my knees.  I begin licking up the cum.  I catch the drip that is clinging to his ass crack hair just before it falls.  I lick up his whole crack.  I dig my tongue into his hole.

The Mexican is now talking filth in Spanish to the other Latino.  I get the sense that he’s never seen a man felch before.  I slurp loudly and moan, as I swallow some of the load that had already been in my mouth before it coated his ass.

I keep licking until the Mexican touches my shoulder.  “I fuck.”

I pull away, my beard coated in cum.  The Mexican moves into place.  His small dick grazes the wet, hairy ass crack.  He shoots before he can get inside.  He instantly pulls away.  Still on my knees, I move back to licking his ass—but now I’m reverse felching.  I am sticking the Mexican’s cum up the cub with my tongue.  He can feel what I’m doing.  He groans.  “Fuck that cum into me.  Deep.”

I can barely tear myself away from licking his cummy ass.  Eventually, I stand.  I smear my cock with what cum is still clinging to his hairy crack.  And I fuck it into him.

“Fuck!”  I groan.  It’s like I’ve used a multi load devil’s dick on him, he is so full.  He is awash with seed.

I fuck.  The room fills with the squishy sound his ass makes with each of my thrusts.  Over and over.  I fuck him hard.

I have a quick felch break—and I know I’m going to load him.  Never mind that I have only been here for 20-some minutes.  It’s not going to get any better today.

“You want my load?”  I am panting, rearing up, my face covered in the escaping cum.  My cock plows into him before he can answer.

“Yes, Sir,” he grunts out in rhythm with my thrusts.  “All that you have.”

My hand comes up to my beard.  I coat my fingertips and put them in my mouth.  And I’m there.  I shoot, stream after stream, into him.  At least three volleys.  Maybe four.  And a dribble.  All inside.  I collapse on his back, holding him along with the Latino.

After what seems like an eternity, I slip my cock out of him…and go to my knees…

“Don’t worry,” I tell him.  “I’ll leave enough inside you for the next guy to use…”

*

We talked after.  He gave me a name and number.  Teddy will be back in these pages.

Good Things Come/Cum to Those...

 Near Home—March, 2024

 

My dick wouldn’t lie down. 

Why else would I go to the bookstore the very next night?   

 

The parking lot is near empty.  It’s a Saturday night.  This place, before Covid, used to be packed at this time.  I go in anyways. 

I am alone in the straight theatre.  Jerking, rather contentedly.  The door opens.  It is the Minute Man.  The man who cums in under a minute, usually the moment he puts his dick in my mouth.  He nods, unzips, huffs poppers and offers me his cock.  I count.  32 seconds of my tongue moving over his cock head.  And splat.  He zips up.  Contented.  And leaves.

Two guys come in.  Not for play.  Just to watch the movie.

The door opens.  A tall man, all in black comes in.  He stands against the back wall.  He unzips.  His cock is nice.  Meaty.  He sighs as I take him in my mouth.  He is hardening nicely.  He opens his poppers and takes a huff.  Instantly his cock goes down.  I work it back up.  It’s a slow process.  But he’s now hard once more.  He huffs.  His cock wilts.

Over and over.  He’s getting impatient…but won’t keep the bottle away from his nose.  Finally, he stomps out to try someone else in the arcade.  But he’s back soon enough.  Still huffing.  Still wilting. 

He goes off again.  And comes back.  Now he’s angry.  I ignore him.  He strokes himself hard.  Huffs.  And wilts.  All on his own.  And he still doesn’t make the connection.  He stomps off, slamming the door.

*

And that was my entire night. 

Ugh…

 

Near Home—March, 2024

I waited until the next Thursday before I tried again.  In the afternoon.   

There are lots of men around.  At first.  I have to sit to the side in the straight theatre, as the Sleeper is in the cocksucker’s seat.  When he wakes and leaves for next door, I grab the back bench.  Almost immediately, fresh meat walks in.  He is nicely built, white, in his late-30’s.  He looks like he would be more at home pushing a baby stroller than in a room of men watching porn.  He stands next to me.  He takes out a nicely plumped cock.  Seconds later, he unbuttons the waist band of his jeans and pushes them down to his knees.  He shows me his hardening cock.   Then he turns and shows me his plump, hairless ass.  I cup the cheeks with both hands.  He sighs.  I spread them apart.  My finger grazes his hole.  He moans.  I spit on my middle finger and push it into him.  Gingerly.  He groans and strokes faster.  I pull it out and squirt some lube on my finger.

“Not too much lube,” he tells me. 

Really?

I work it into him and he strokes his cock.  A second finger joins it.  I pull out of him.  It’s an awkward angle with me sitting on the bench.  I go to my knees.  He stands in front of me, ass in my face.   I turn his hips.  His cock brushes my beard.  I take him in my mouth at the same moment my fingers go back up him.

He is very happy, and I’m pretty sure he’s going to cum.  But the door opens and it spooks him.  He turns away, pulls up his jeans and takes off.

It’s a Grizzly Adams-type of bear with a full beard.  He pulls a chair from the side wall and plonks it down next to me.  He undoes his button fly and his hand disappears inside.  The young daddy comes back.  He shows his bare ass to Grizzly Adams, just like he did me.  But Grizzly won’t suck him—just finger him.

“Suck me?”  ask GA.

“No way,” says the other.

GA now has no use for him.   The young daddy disappears.

“You want my load?” GA asks.  The fingering must really have gotten to him.  I go to my knees and take the rather bitter cum…

*

There is still no one who wants to suck my cock.  No one.  I have gone to the gay cinema.  Some action is happening, but not for me.  I wait.  I get tired of waiting and go next door again.  The place is fuller now.  And a woman is sitting in the middle row, against the wall.  I find a seat across from her.  Nope, it’s a cross dresser.  A good one. 

As I watch, one of the men who looked in disdain at my cock earlier, comes down and sits next to the CD.  He plays under the short skirt with his left hand.  Soon he goes to his knees to suck a larger than average dick that must have been freed from its panties.  The guy strokes himself as he sucks.  He cums on the floor.  The CD tucks his dick away.  The guy, without wiping up, shoves it in his pants and leaves.

Another man, who has sucked me in the past, ignores me and sits next to the CD.  He strokes himself off, holding the wet cock of the CD in his other hand.  A second load of cum hits the floor.

 He leaves, too.  The CD has eyes for me.  He gets up, arching an eyebrow in my direction, showing off his seven incher to me.  I shake my head and he galumphs out the door.  A number of men follow—and I can grab the cocksucker’s seat again.

I stroke.  I consider leaving.

The door opens and Cute Boy with Glasses comes in.  He looks right past me in the gloom and sits way down front.  The door opens again.  It is a man my age with a beautifully long, white beard.  He is a regular.  I don’t talk about him much as he is a cocksucker that, according to rumor, is only interested in doing a man once, so he is always on the lookout for new meat.  If he is in the room with me, he does like to see me fuck, but he has never touched my dick.  And as I suck cock as well, I am competition. 

He sits right next to Cute Boy with Glasses.  In moments, he is out of sight, on his knees in front of CBWG.  I watch the young man roll his head back in pleasure.  I am sure the sucker has skills, for I’ve seen him work on others in the past.

Now he has CBWG stand up.  The young man nods and bends over the back of the chair in front of him.  Bearded guy is eating his ass.  My tongue so wants to be back in that hole…

This is not my night.  Until it is.  As Cute Boy with Glasses stands back up, he turns and sees me for the first time.  He turns back, thanks the bearded guy and, grabbing his clothes, comes back to me.  He sits next to me and grins.  Bearded guy leaves the room.

He jerks on my cock for a moment.  “Suck my cock,” he whispers in my ear. 

I go to the floor and do just that.  He is precuming like crazy.  I swirl it around his cockhead and swallow it all down.

I pull off him.  “Let me eat your ass.”

He bends for me.  I lick and slobber over his hole, stroking his cock as I do it.  All the while I keep thinking about finally getting my dick all the way in him.  He’s stopped me both times at the halfway point.

“You should try fucking me again.”  The words sound loud in the now deserted room.

I spit one last time on his now less tight pucker.  I stand up.  He stays bent over.  I lube up.  My wet cockhead pushes into him.  He gasps.  I work maybe two inches into him.

He squirms away, dislodging my cock.  He grasps it by the shaft as his own cock explodes all over the seats in front of us…

*

I left after we cleaned up.  I went out the main door to the parking lot.  The bearded guy was doing what he often does here.  He was sitting in his car, window down on this warm March day, watching for men he didn’t know to follow them inside. 

I had to pass him.

“Sorry,” I said, with a slightly crooked grin.

Fortunately, he laughed and gave me a thumbs up…

Bathhouse Friday: Hot Mouths and Hairy Asses

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Fucking a Load Out of Keshawn

 My Playroom—March, 2024

 

Keshawn and I had not seen each other since I had a gig near his home, back in the early fall.  We kicked around several ideas of another meet, but nothing fit both of our busy schedules.  I got a text at the beginning of March asking if I could play during the day.  I could, but I didn’t have the time for the round-trip travel down to him as my gig was each evening that month.  No problem, he would come up to me.

So right in the middle of the month, he arrived, looking good and horny as fuck.  He used my shower to prepare after his almost three hours in the car.  I found some Skynmen porn and put it on the big screen television.  I melted some coconut oil.  In no time, we were naked in the playroom…

 

Keshawn is so ready for my dick.  He climbs right into place on the fuck bench.  There is no thought at all of warming me up with his mouth.  And that’s just fine.  I am rock hard looking at his full ass cheeks.  I go to my knees, pull them apart and my tongue spears into his warm pucker.  He gasps—and then begins to pant.  I lick and spit and poke my saliva deep inside him.  I smear the coconut oil all over my cock as I eat him out.

I stand up.  My dripping cock head slaps against his hole.  I hear him popper up.  I push in.  Damn, he’s tight today.  I tell him so—and how good it feels.  He tells me it’s been a while since he took cock.  I am already fucking him with deep, long strokes.  I can’t help it.  My hairy pubes are grinding against him as he takes my full length with each thrust.

I pull out.  I bring my wet cock to his mouth.  Keshawn loves the taste of his own ass.  He sucks me clean, spending some time on my balls, too, where the coconut oil and ass jizz have pooled.  I go back.  I don’t bother to re-lube, I slide back in with his spit on my dick.  His face is focused on the mirror on the side wall, that reflects his ass being hammered by my cock.

I slap his butt.  Hard.  Making his ass contract around my cock.  He groans.  I moan out how good he feels, gripping my cock.  I slow the fuck down.  Each.  Stroke.  Deliberate.  And hard.

Keshawn groans again and tells me to fuck him faster.  I do.  Repeatedly.

Another session of sweet ATM.  He licks me clean, swallowing down his ass jizz.  His tongue can’t stay out of my piss slit.

One more round of fucking before he gets up to stretch his legs.  Now he kneels in front of me and gives me the kind of cocksucking that usually starts our sessions.  He leaves me dripping with precum and his spit, before climbing into the sling.

I return the favor by kneeling and tonguing his well fuck hole.  His ass lips are beginning to puff up.  I spend a lot of time sucking them into my mouth and teasing them with my tongue.

“Fuck...” he groans.  I hear the poppers open.  The sniff for both nostrils.  The cap going back on.  I time it to stand up and enter him just as the fumes take hold.  It’s a chain rattling fuck.  I don’t know what is making me fuck him so hard today.  My hips have a mind of their own. 

He is jerking his own massive cock now.  I bat his hand away at least twice.  I don’t want this to end too soon with him shooting.

I pull out and go to my knees.  His ass is oozing coconut oil, looking just like a big cum load leaking out of him.  I tell him so, before my tongue cleans it all up.

I fuck him again.  His eyes are on the mirror above.  He hand is on his cock, jerking it and squeezing the head.  Still inside him, I can bend over the lick up the precum he squeezes out of his long cock.  He shudders and takes his hand off it.  I drill into him faster and faster.

I need a moment after this fuck.  I pull out.  I sit on the bed, catching my breath.  I’m aware of Jake Morgan taking dick on the television—but I’m not really watching.  I can’t take my eyes off Keshawn’s wet ass. 

I kneel before it.  I pull the full cheeks apart once more.  I worm my tongue is as deep as it can go.  Keshawn moans out something about how good it feels.  I keep going, lubing my cock all the while.

I stand up and fuck.  His hand is all over his own dick.  It takes no more than a dozen strokes of my cock before he fires off a big load all over his abs and chest with an “Argh!!”  My hand goes from holding the top bar of the sling frame down to mopping up his jizz with it.

“You know I’m going to fuck this into you…”

Keshawn whimpers.  I know I can keep going for a bit—but I will need to stop soon if I can’t get off, too.

My cock is covered with his cum.  I push it into his hole that started so tight and is now a mancunt.  I hit the poppers myself and begin to fuck in the slippery mess of his ass.  In seconds, I am close, it feels so wet and sloppy.  And slippery.  My cock loves fucking in load…

And I’m there.  I fire off round and round.  Mixing my cum with his jizz deep inside…

The pictures are from previous sessions, but I don’t think a single reader will care…

Taking Turns at the Sling

 Lansing—March, 2024

After the mutual oral play at the bookstore, I was left wanting more.  A lot more.  The next day was Saturday.  I had not been to the bookstore-that-is-almost-a-bathhouse in quite some time.  I thought it was likely to be far busier than my local bookstore.  I drove north and arrived in the early afternoon…

 

I am sitting watching porn.  Stroking.  I have locked my winter jacket in one of the lockers available to those who bring a padlock.  I have made a tour of the place before I settled.  There is still a public sling and a more private one tucked away in a corner.  There are glory holes.  And a slurp ramp.  Porn is playing everywhere.  (Not particularly good porn, but not horrible.)  Next to me is a padded platform I have often used to get into an ass.  It is just around the corner from the dark room. 

I stroke.

A man around my age, enters.  His shirt unbuttoned.  He sinks to his knees in front of me.  He gives me head.  Sort of.  No teeth—but no suction, no warmth, really no wetness from his mouth.  I twist his prominent nipples hoping that will inspire him.  Nothing.  I excuse myself and go for a walk.

Men are scattered everywhere.  The place is so big, even a large crowd can feel smaller than it is.  I go behind the slurp ramp.  A hot guy in his 30’s is loitering by one of the holes.  I walk past and mount the platform.  I stick my cock through the opening.  I wait.  I turn my head and see the hot guy is now over by a screen, watching trans porn.

I make another circuit.  A young Latin is watching gay porn.  He is stroking a long, thin dick.  He nods at me.  I go over.  And go to my knees.  I take him effortlessly to the root, his thin dick going deep into my throat in one easy move.  He groans at my tongue work.  He let’s me suck him for a few minutes, then he touches my shoulder.  I come up for air.

“Let me…” he whispers.

I stand.  The guy is amazing.  I am twice as thick as he is and yet he takes me to the root.  Repeatedly.  No teeth.  Great breath control to keep me buried in his throat for a long time.  And his tongue is incredibly active when he comes up for air.

He takes me to the root again.  There is now a spectator, jerking to our action.  I let the young Latin do his thing.  As he finally comes up for a breath, I grab the sides of his head.  I hear him get his air—and then I begin face fucking him.  I can tell he loves it. He even stops jerking himself.  I am actually able to give him my entire length on each stroke—and I still can’t make him choke on it.  Amazing.

Finally, he holds up a hand for me to stop.  I do.  He is panting.  “I don’t want to cum yet,” he whispers.  I hope I’m around when he wants to…

“That was quite a show,” says the onlooker as he follows me back to the viewing area by the padded platform.  He’s early 50’s, white with a mane of dark hair. 

“You want some of this?”

“Yeah, but in my ass.”

He drops his pants, revealing a nicely rounded and hairy butt.  I fuck him…until I go too deep for his cleanout…

*

I walk around.  Past the sling in the corner and down the hall to the other sling.  It’s occupied.  The guy is white, handsome and naked from the waist down.  His shirt is open and showing a hairy chest.  He is 40-ish and maintaining his body with frequent trips to the gym.  I show him my appreciation of all that by going to my knees and rimming his hole.

“Jeez…” he moans.  “Fuck me…”

I stand up.  His eyes grow a little wary when he sees the size of my angry red cock bouncing on his ball sack.  I go back to rimming.  Soon he is begging for my cock.  I stand up—and it slides into him with no issue at all.  He gasps as it bottoms out. But he wants it.  All of it.  Ramming in to him again and again.  “Fuck me harder,” he moans.  “Use me like the whore I am.”

Our fucking at this sling in the middle of the room, brings guys to watch.  One of them is the hot guy I’d seen behind the slurp ramp.  Another is a tall, thin Black man a few years younger than myself.  Both open their flies and stroke to my fucking.

“You want a turn?” I ask the Black guy.

“You bet.”

I step to the side.  The new cock slides in.  It is very close to my size, but in a deep ebony.  I stand by the hot guy, both of us stroking.

“This is…just what…I wanted,” the bottom pants.  “And didn’t think I’d get…”

“Fuck him some more,” says Black guy, pulling out.  I go to my knees and clean his cock.  “Dirty man,” he chortles, loving it.  I spit all the juices I collect onto the well fucked hole.  I stand up and fuck them back into the bottom.  The hot guy comes to the side of the sling.  He feeds the guy his short, fat cock at that awkward angle.

“You want his hole?”  I ask.

He shakes his head. 

He watches me fuck a little more.  “Yeah, I do.”

I pull out.  Hot Guy pushes in.  “Damn, he’s wet.” 

I stand next to the other guy, both of us stroking to the new cock in the bottom.  Hot Guy pulls out very fast.  He moves around to let the bottom taste himself on his dick, but instead, Hot Guy blows his load all over the bottom’s face.  I go over and swipe up most of the cum and smear it on my dick.  I bend and get the final drip from the fat cock head.  I move to the waiting ass and reverse felch that drop of cum into him.  My cum covered cock delivers the rest of the load by sliding into him.  The bottom groans.  The Black top jerks faster.  I fuck him hard telling him he has that load where it belongs.

“Let me fuck in that hole again.”

I make way.  Black Top groans as he feels how slick the hole is now.  He fucks him harder yet.

I’m there to clean his cock.

And fuck.

This time Black Top cleans my cock when we switch.  We trade off on the ass in front of us again and again.

“I need a break,” moans the bottom.  We get him out to stretch.  There is a waist high bondage table behind us.  He bends over it. I fuck him again.

“Put a load in there for me,” says Black Top.

I am close enough to think it’s possible.  I fuck a few more strokes and my cock does that release thing, of squirting some cum out without the full on orgasm.  I groan and tell him there’s more cum for him to churn.  Black Top fucks him briefly.  I can’t tell if he shoots or not.  From the look on his face, I think he has.

The bottom goes to the locker area.  Black Top and I can’t get enough of sucking each other.  And we kiss, sharing those juices.  It’s electric.  We both feel it.

I lose track of time.  I can’t stop sucking his thick tongue which is deep in my mouth.  Finally, I have to come up for air.  “I want to taste more of you,” I whisper in his ear.  “Would you let me eat your ass?”

He looks at me in silence.  Fuck, have I ruined it?  Then he grabs me by my hard cock and leads me out of the room to the sling hidden in the corner by a low wall.  He gets naked and hops in the sling.  I knew his balls were big, but now I can see just how massive they are.  I go to my knees.  The fuck sweat on his balls, perineum and ass crack is intoxicating.

He moans and groans and lets me do anything I want.  I lick up his sweat.  I share it with him by kissing him deeply.  He lets me rub my cock on his ass lips to get the flavor of my precum on them. 

I tongue fuck him over and over as he strokes his big, thick cock.  Neither of us can get enough, we are so turned on.

“Come here.”

I get up off my knees and go around to the side of the sling.  He grabs me and pulls me down into a one-armed embrace, our mouths meeting and sharing all the fluids and tastes from the two of us.  It’s hot.  As fuck. 

When we come up for air, we both realize there is not much more we can possibly do together.  Certainly, no way to top it.  He gets dressed and we kiss again.

We agree we are both going home as nothing else will be as good as this totally connected moment.  He hugs me once more, those massive arms holding me tight…

My Hands Are Tied...

 

My hands are tied…but not chained.

I have a very full day today, that leaves no time to write. 

I should be back tomorrow with a post—all about a day trip to the bookstore with slings and a play area.  I was quite busy…

Enjoy the young man above in my absence.