Catfights

If you weren't going to follow up with more dirty details or reenactment photos, you should have stopped at "Yep, it was hot" because the rest just turns the story into something a little sad and disappointing.

Hahaha, sorry, but I post for myself.

It was a little sad and disappointing. I never got to fuck his ass with his toy, though I fingered it and tongued it real good.

Also, I had a big crush on him and he dissed me.

It hurt my pride, too. Haven't had anybody pull a move like that on me since I was in my twenties.

But I still remember him and the sex fondly. And I figure the universe is just making room for better things in my life, upping the ante :D
 
Also, I had a big crush on him and he dissed me.

Hate when that happens. Crushes, or at least the sting of a crush not reciprocated, should be something we grow out of by the time we're 30. Sadly, that's not the case. One of these days, though, I'll learn to develop an emotional callus.
 
It was, lots of wood to secure the handcuffs through. I made sure the key worked before I let him click them on, though, momma didn't raise no dummy, hahaha.

Well, it is a futon. Most of those are nailed together with tiny nails. The wood is already stressed for being rolled into a circle.

You could bust one apart without working very hard.
 
Hate when that happens. Crushes, or at least the sting of a crush not reciprocated, should be something we grow out of by the time we're 30. Sadly, that's not the case. One of these days, though, I'll learn to develop an emotional callus.

Yup.

But fuck the emotional callus, live life. Sadness and disappointment are part of it. Makes the happy and exciting times shine brighter.

Well, it is a futon. Most of those are nailed together with tiny nails. The wood is already stressed for being rolled into a circle.

You could bust one apart without working very hard.

No, this was a nice, sturdy futon from a fancy furniture store. There was no prying myself lose. Halfway through I did ask him to switch out the handcuffs for some soft ropes because I kept pulling at the handcuffs while he was belting me and I got scared I'd have marks on my wrists the next day at work.
 
Alrighty. Try this on for size.

Slide the futon into the kitchen and use his high dollar serrated bread knives to saw through the motherfucker!

It still sounds like fun until he start jamming the rubber cock up his ass. At that point you are on your own.
 
Yup.

But fuck the emotional callus, live life. Sadness and disappointment are part of it. Makes the happy and exciting times shine brighter.

Sage advice.

So, in the interest of living life and pursuing happiness and exciting times, what's a guy gotta do to interest you in a bit of kinky bondage sex? I don't own handcuffs or a futon, but I could duct tape you to a Barcalounger.
 
Alrighty. Try this on for size.

Slide the futon into the kitchen and use his high dollar serrated bread knives to saw through the motherfucker!

It still sounds like fun until he start jamming the rubber cock up his ass. At that point you are on your own.

Ha! I was pretty amazed he was willing to admit he had a butt toy. First guy I've been with who owned up to liking that kind of thing.

Sage advice.

So, in the interest of living life and pursuing happiness and exciting times, what's a guy gotta do to interest you in a bit of kinky bondage sex? I don't own handcuffs or a futon, but I could duct tape you to a Barcalounger.

Sorry, kinky bondage sex is always interesting in theory, but I'm attracted to people, not because of their kinks or looks, but based on vibe, energy and chemistry. Not something that can be determined onine.
 
the only cat fights i like watching are the ones that involve hot hungarian women grinding against each other while occasionally covered in what i assume is cooking oil.
 
I was playing adult hockey. The stands are mostly empty with only a handful of girlfriends, wives, kids, and assorted family members watching the games.

It is a small league. We see the same teams year after year. This night the team was full of little punks in their twenties. My team is full of old dudes. One of the little punks has a fan club of two older women. They drive a shiny Cadillac that is generally the only car in the handicap parking. Grandma has a cowbell. A big one. And a big drumstick to bang on it with. Whenever her little punk touches the punk the cowbell rings out in approval.

So the little punk gets tangled up with an old dude (not me) and the old dude goes to the penalty box. Grandma beats the fuck out of the cowbell. Suddenly the old dude's wife springs into action.

"Hey granny, how would you like that cowbell shoved up your ass?"

The rink was silent. The refs, the players, the score keeper, everybody is watching all of this go down in the stands. Grandma yells back. Wifey, with two kids sitting quietly next to her, answers back.

No nip slips. No blood or scratches.
 
Sorry, kinky bondage sex is always interesting in theory, but I'm attracted to people, not because of their kinks or looks, but based on vibe, energy and chemistry. Not something that can be determined onine.

Thanks for taking a dump all over my crush on you.
 
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