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In the car, talking about it, Kazander likened it to that night I played with Rusty. Everything just clicked together perfectly, everything happened exactly the way it should have, and he loved all of it.
So that was unbelievably hot. Not his real name, by the way. But everyone at the club knows his real name, because people usually start shouting it as soon as he walks in.
The Stud is a perfect example. A lot of them do that. Because of course he fucks the young, beautiful, attractive women.
The BBWs. The trans women and crossdressers. As big as he is, as good as he is at fucking, and as hot as he is, I love the fact that he gets with the less-than-average looking people.
But anyway, I got to talking to him last weekend, and a few minutes later, I was naked and on the bed, holding on to Kazander while the Stud fucked me.
Where the average and smaller-than-average men tend to put effort into learning all that extra shit. It makes a big difference.
It was hot, though. I enjoyed the hell out of it. I know that average-looking and less-than-average-looking guys tend to see me as out of their league.
So the idea that he saw me as out of his league seems a little odd. Even so, I appreciate the compliment. And I appreciated it the next day, when he repeated it in front of our group of friends.
I liked hanging out with him. Weekend before last, I ended up letting him fuck me. So I went back to the club and looked for one of the employees, who happens to be one of his really good friends.
And his response was exactly the same. Almost word for word, in fact. And still too fast for me to actually explain what I was worried about.
So I talked to Cam. I explained that I was worried that he was falling for me, and explained some of the reasons why that was a bad idea.
I thought he was joking. So instead of talking it out and working through it like a grown man, he decided to act like an insecure little boy.
The first time Cam and I went into a private room, I saw Angel afterward and asked for a hug. But he moved away.
I nodded. Have a good night. Why put me in the middle of it? I shook my head. I can be brutal in tearing people down, but he took it all and kept his cool, and kept trying to work it out.
That says a lot about him. Even when he makes mistakes, even when I tear him down for being a stupid asshole, he still sticks around and wants to work through it.
I respect that. We still talk, of course, we still hang in the same group, but that distance is there. And Angel has been there for a really, really long time.
All he saw was Angel trying to talk to me, and me being the mental terrorist that I am. So I can totally understand why he might keep his distance now.
Angel and I will be good next time I see him, and things will go back to being nice and smooth. I like him.
Especially given attitudes of vanilla and more traditional men. This became a topic of conversation the other night, while out at a bar with some of my girlfriends.
I quickly realized within minutes of talking to a man at the bar that the chances of me finding someone compatible were zero.
But I also feel like the world wants to punish me for who I already know I am. What I find frustrating, though, is the lack of desire in most men not just the submissive variety who may not fit the macho manly-man stereotype, to come out against those harmful, hateful, misandristic, toxic societal expectations.
Not just submissive men. It seems much more common to simply remain quiet, and suffer alone in those self-imposed prisons. Why fight to remove our chains, when we can simply compare their lengths?
Why step outside the box when the box has these badass flame decals on it? In reality, submissive men are few and far between.
I stick to fetish websites and BDSM parties and events. But yeah, there are moments it can be tough. I think, especially when I was younger, it was tough to be unapologetic and proud of who I was, because literally everyone around me kept telling me I was wrong for it.
My own subs were ashamed of it. Ashamed of me. Those individuals are, however, not all that common. As a species, we have a habit of avoiding unpleasant feelings, rather than acknowledging and working through them.
Learn not to be afraid of unpleasant feelings like insecurity or self doubt. You already know what Dom and vanilla men think of you. You already know that You think those judgy, interchangeable, vanilla men can do that?
The ones who get so easily freaked out and scared? The ones who are pants-shittingly terrified of being anything other than a cookie-cutter clone of every other guy?
Because they really are interchangeable to me. He was a dildo with a pulse. Why would I go out of my way to be nice to someone like that?
What about them deserves the tiniest shred of my respect? And the worst part is that the only reason you see so few bi men is because of that same cultural bullshit.
If a man is bi, though, you see all the men start gasping and clutching their pearls. If a a guy wants me to stop being mean, he can stop being exactly the same as literally every other vanilla guy, boring and painfully predictable, and completely interchangeable, and ultimately disposable, and fucking earn my respect.
And, as we are all too painfully aware, when weak men are intimidated or made uncomfortable, their response is usually to try and knock the woman down.
Submissive desires in many men were forced down, isolated, and perverted into these self-centered, warped, twisted piles of resentment, misogyny, and self hate.
Gen Z is the first generation to have things like Fetlife and loud, proud Dommes readily available to them as they transition into adulthood.
Men my age have had to fight against so much , even just to acknowledge to themselves who they are. They have to keep fighting, all the time.
But that part, I promise, does get easier. It will end. All you have to do is keep moving forward. Just keep getting out of bed each day.
Fuck their opinions. Rusty is a perfect example. There are tons of men out there who are worthy of your respect. And learning some kind of interesting things, honestly.
And he mentioned it mostly in passing. Which made it hit home even harder. God, just… just fuck right off with that.
And that was only twice. But I think you should try something else. He stepped into the panties, pulling them up around his cock and arse.
The feel of them was distinctly different. She stood back, appraising him. The door behind him opened. A guy in a t-shirt and jeans stepped into his line of vision.
He started, not sure that he was comprehending any of this anymore. Almost as if on prompt, the guy took off his t-shirt, revealing a fit, well toned upper body.
She leaned her face in close to him, grabbing his chin in the palm of her hand. He undid the button and upon her prompt pulled down the jeans. The guy was wearing boxers, contoured and stretched by the large bulge therein.
She stood behind him, her head on his shoulder. The cock strained against the boxers, eager for release. It gained its freedom and jaunted stiffly erect in front of him.
Despite himself, he was in awe of its size and the sheer majesty of its gait. It was, simply, magnificent. Mistress purred in his ear.
He made contact, his tongue moving swiftly over the terrain, seeking out its parameters, assessing their tautness. Now he moved his tongue back for a more langorous lick.
My, but these appeared quite full. He moved slowly up the protuberance, and again its sheer size struck him. He lolled his tongue slowly on it, moving it as much around the wide circumference as he could.
He took it slow, savouring every moment, until he reached the head. He moved his tongue slowly around it, covering every inch in its sweep until it reached the tip.
She pulled his head back. Then he opened his mouth, gripping his lips around the voluminous head. It was huge in his mouth, the taste of it enveloping him.
He started gyrating his mouth, establishing a rhythm, in what he presumed what the correct way. He found his pace.
He withdrew momentarily to catch his breath and then opened his mouth again and moved it as far down the shaft as he could.
He held the position, until he started to gag. She laughed, victoriously, as he eventually withdrew. His arse was now inches away. He placed his hands on the arse cheeks and slowly parted them.
He caught his breath and moved his face slowly towards the crevice, with the target of the arse hole looming ahead.
He glided his tongue on the embankments of both cheeks, before moving it to the hole. We will always rise above the white evil oppressors.
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You see,…. This will be a bit different so please bare with me. I have not met the lady, chatted briefly only in several emails.