Author: icantbrief

[MF] Anal and BDSM in the East Village – A Thrilling Conclusion!

Part 2 of my other story; check the profile.

*The Hero*: in his early 20s, just under 6’0″ and with cock to spare. Isn’t yet a yuppie but looks like one according to a mentally ill woman who threatened to throw him off a bridge (for reasons heretofore undiscovered).

*The Damsel*: Olivia. A taller girl, maybe 5’6″, with big eyes, milky skin and two tattoos. She has a skinny, model-like upper body and a lower body that’s the star of the show. Looks like Lily Collings (who got stung by a bunch of bees on her lower half). Muscular calves; enormous, juicy thighs; a butt so large and jiggly that it feels criminal. Knows how to fill out a pair jeans. She has “mental health issues” that lead to mundane relationship problems but is an absolute firecracker in the sack. The Hero finds her self-diagnosis irritating but cannot leave that ass alone for even a second. She attracts white-knight types like flies to honey.

*The Villain*: Tex. Not the villain anyone wants… or anyone needs. A silent guardian for those who don’t want to be guarded. A watchful protector of those not interested in protection. A White Knight. Read more »

[MF] Spontaneous BDSM and Anal in the East Village

Now that I’m about to enter my fourth decade, I’ve been thinking back to the experiences I had as a 20-something in NYC. It’s too bad they never made a Sex in the City for men coming of age in the mid-to-late aughts. It would have been a lot hornier than the original. I think it would have ended about the same, though. In the end, some banker finds you all the way in Paris just ‘cause he just can’t quit fucking you.

*The men and women of Manhattan, circa 2004-2008, were a horny bunch. They did a lot of wild shit and none of it was recorded because no one had an iPhone. These are their stories. Dun Dun.*

[you’ll have to excuse me; I watched a lot of TV.]

Olivia (name changed) was a hottie. She was a southern girl whose family history went back to the Mayflower. She was tall, only a few inches shorter than me, and kind of looked like Lily Collins. Large doe-eyes and prominent eyebrows, cheek bones, pointy chin. She had breasts that were a small handful with thick, protruding nipples that looked like erasers on novelty-sized pencils. Her best and most incongruous feature (she was otherwise very skinny) were long legs. Sculpted calves leading to thick, juicy thighs and eventually, if you could bare to look, an absolutely enormous ass. Read more »