This is a true story, the first part of a weekend-long fuck-bender that came out of me and my partner’s trip to the desert. Drugs, pegging, subspace, monster cocks…enjoy!
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So, some background on me. Im bisexual, and very masc-presenting. Im athletic, broad-shouldered, hairy, and hung. The reason I mention this is not for weird macho bragging rights, but because I read very dominant when in actuality, Im very switchy. I relish giving up control, but have a hard time finding people who both find those aspects of me hot, are trustworthy enough to explore that space with me, and are willing to indulge it. I enjoy topping/domming through, so *not* exploring it has never felt like I was missing out.
An additional aspect of my experience is how substances influence how I fall on that spectrum. Specifically, molly makes me *melt* into a submissive puddle and burn with a need to get fucked. It’s something Ive wanted to play with for awhile but have lacked a partner Ive trusted to take the reins. I’ve bottomed before but…the experience was sufficient for me to more-or-less swear off pursuing men as a whole.