Author: Acktion69

What Made You Say Fuck Today? [M] [Str8] [mast] [toy] [humor]

I ordered a surprise for my girl for her next visit from a distributor that typically encloses free gifts with each order. Gifts that I strongly suspect are shit no one would buy, and so they give it away in order to empty warehouse space. In this order, for a free gift, they gave me… I don’t even know what they are actually called. I’ve always called them “pocket pussy.” A silicone sheath supposed to be a masturbatory aid for men. Sort of the flip side of the coin from a dildo, I suppose.

Only,… Apparently, they sent me one for a leprechaun. My dick is bigger than the entire thing. And the hole that I’m somehow supposed to get my dick in is no bigger than the hole in my dick! What the fuck?

Amused as hell (and confused only slightly less), I decided to try it anyway, just for shits and giggles. I mean, it was free. And there was no sending it back. And it wasn’t like I was going to bother trying to figure out something else to do with this lump of silicone. So, I wouldn’t be out anything when I tore it up and reduced it to trash. Read more »

To Be With You [MF] [MDom]

Water from my shower still beaded in my body hair as I knelt on the towel in the front room with my old battle-scarred wooden sword breaker across my knees. A simple roll of my shoulders showed the holder of the sword breaker to be just as battle-scarred as the weapon itself amidst several crackling pops from shoulders and spine. I focused on my breathing. Seven in through the nose, bringing in peace and serenity. Eleven out through the mouth, exhaling pain (emotional and physical).

And no little worry.

We had “met,” if that is the word, online. A flurry of messages through the private messaging system there led to an exchange of email addresses and then phone numbers. Almost without me realizing it, we were soon spending more time on the phone with each other than off. Talking about what we were doing in the moment. Talking about the past, our histories. Talking about how we were feeling, what we were thinking.

And, yes. We spent more than a few hours engaging with each other sexually. Masturbating for, with, and to each other as I drew her through her every sexual fantasy and into mine between the power of my voice and my determined focus of will. Read more »