Author: dirty_b0ss

Caught In A Bad Romance [Mf]

As part of marking a milestone birthday celebration (let’s just say I could have been the age of the girl’s father), I decided that I wanted to do something I had been too embarrassed to do in the past: embrace my pop-loving heart and go to a certain big star’s concert. The stars aligned and not only was I able to score tickets when they went on sale, but I got a special package that allowed me to enter early so I could be sure to see the show near the front of the stage.

My wife attended the show with me, but I wasn’t sure how she was going to do with the crowd–she has personal space issues and being at the front of a big concert is not the place to have that kind of anxiety. Still, I wasn’t going to miss out on this opportunity since I would only become more self-conscious about this type of event as I get older.

We lined up before the doors opened and I wasn’t disappointed in the wild costumes and outfits my fellow fans were sporting. This star is well-supported by the LGBT community, so men and women felt free to flaunt themselves with their fashion. I love the energy and the spectacle, so I had no issue with everyone showing off. Read more »

The Categorical Imperative of a Short Plaid Skirt [mf, oral]

I met Victoria on the other side of a 4 month descent into despair.

You’ve probably figured it out by now, but I’m not like most guys. I can be rough and manipulative, but my strongest sexual attraction comes from my heart. I fall in love quickly and deeply. Google “limerence.” That’s me–I get incredibly high from being in love. It’s an all-encompassing desire to posses, to become one with another. Idealization makes the marginally attractive worthy of obsession. And that’s when I want to fuck.

At the time of this story, I was 18 and did not have this kind of detached self-assessment. I only saw potential partner after partner fall away as I was mystified by rejection from the college girls who were not looking for anything approaching my intensity. And who can blame them? From far away, that kind of attention must look curious. Up close, like sunlight focused through a magnifying glass, it burns.

By the time second semester rolled around, I had reached an uneasy peace with myself. I gained something near closure with the former object of my affection after months of silence and started to pull myself out of the deep depression that the sudden end of that relationship launched. Read more »

Rear Entry [Mf, creep, masturbation, anal, oral]

Mark was annoyed when he got the rear door of the McNair’s house. They were good neighbors and had helped him out in the past, but he didn’t want to have keep walking over here to check for Sam’s “important letter.” He shared a backyard property line with them and had to cross some brush that inevitably scratched his hands every fucking time. But Sam said this letter had some information he really needed while he and his wife were on vacation.

He found the magnetic key box hidden under the small back porch and unlocked the door. He walked through the kitchen and living room to check the mail on the floor under the mail slot. He picked up and sorted the mail. No letter. He put the pile on a small table next to the stairs with the rest of the mail he’d picked up the last 3 days.

It was cool and drizzly outside, so he was in no hurry to get back home. Besides Margie was on the rag and being really nasty today. Maybe he’d hang out here for a bit and watch one of the college games. Sam had a much better TV than him anyway. Read more »