after....

You had been aching to attend to S---, the weekly appointments now very comfortable. The very specific demands of your clients being quite simple, honest and direct. And fortunately he was one of about a dozen you oversaw who respected your needs You just happened to love his cock. And, his intensity when he came. Perhaps your husband was right after all, you had confided to a friend…some statistics and observations don’t necessarily merit the needs of everyone. At least not for you or those you’ve maintained for the past several months.

It had been a good move to add on a separate apartment….starting out as you did was an expense but you certainly had the desires of recouping and ensuring a style of business conducive to your comfort as well. Down in the city and several stories high; huge wrap around windows on your corner space and your office, taking up the largest of the rooms, itself engaged with rich, bold colors and textures that gave you the intimate pleasure you wanted to impart, to share with your men as well. It was also a place for you just to get away from the husband, the kids…you had talked to him about doing this anyhow. Sometimes you’d just get away for a week or so for some downtime.

Sometimes…okay, all the time, … you would end up with at least your left hand tightly wrapped around a throbbing and quite thick penis. Always large, just as you arranged for yourself. Tugging. Pulling at the shaft…knowing there was an expectation of release. The several hundred would be present… in the envelope you pre-arranged to be placed by your expectant lovers on the edge of the curio cabinet in the foyer. You trusted them as well. And they valued your abilities and paid you exceedingly handsomely. You valued their pleasure as well. Today’s 2 PM appointment was merely an acknowledgment of the previous day’s lunch meeting---he, of course, treating you to a lovely grilled balsamic chicken and salad. You, of course, making the business decision as to his overall value….to a certain degree, his sexuality as well. You had considerately turned down a few in the past month. Something in them just didn’t spark your interest. All of them showed a desire to prove and to show your on-line requirements…but, you also wanted more of an interaction.

You enjoyed fucking your men. A pleasure that your husband expressed and that which you thought would be economically satisfying to explore with your more profitable men. A reversal of standard sexual play. Your husband had even bought the device that other men seemed to enjoy being used upon them. You, of course, provided the extra large condoms and lubricant.. For some reason, their wives and lovers felt disdain but their men felt otherwise. Your desire was theirs only for the asking. The thick, well lubed dildo you would bury deep in their expectant ass…that curious yet full pleasure orgasm to be experienced from your anal fuck. Just the lightest grip around their thick cock and stroke would bring about the strongest and most intense orgasm they would ever confess. Something that their respective partners would never dream doing. You had the answer and skills. It would remain your secret… and that of your man.

He, of course, knew. You would tell him after each one.

watching

He certainly had taken note of you from the start of the evening and you seemed to enjoy the additional attention of this particular one. You can be quite flirtatious when you desire that fun and your touching of his arms and occasionally his chest throughout the night showed perhaps a bit more intent. Especially as you leaned close to whisper something in his ear and lightly stroked his thigh. He had at that moment turned to give you a quick kiss on the cheek but you stopped him by pressing a fingertip against his lips.

“Oh fuck…mmm”, your mouth drew in first two fingers and didn’t refuse a third. You sucked them deep into your throat, your teeth bared as your lips pulled back with each movement. Your face was reddened, sweaty ---your eyes glazed and trying perhaps to focus on your man. The sounds I heard… of pure sexual hunger and the hard fucking of an aroused woman.

Your evening wear was scattered about the floor…all you wore was a set of pearls about your neck although you were still wearing those high heels that you swore you’d never wear. The additional height probably got you into the position you were . My first thought was of surprise and I suppose of shock when I stared at both of you, grasping at the realization really of how much strength this man had in order to fuck you this way…from behind . You were just barely standing up…mostly on tip-toe as he balanced you against him…..seeming impaled on his shaft. His quite large balls jiggled up and down as he made short thrusting strokes inside of you. Each of those thrusts forced a deep husky grunt from you. Your groans mixed with encouragements for him to fuck you harder showed your obvious pleasure with this man. He kept your body pulled hard against him…I’m sure some of your weight ensured that his cock would remain trapped inside of you, just an inch or two of what looked like a rather hefty specimen could be seen penetrating you. His one arm embraced you tightly just under your breasts….both nipples a deep, dark red and thicker than I had ever seen. Perhaps you had let him suck hard on them, biting and twisting them deep into his mouth before he rammed his cock up inside. Did he take you by surprise? His pants were still lying loosely round his ankles and shirt still on. Did you take him by surprise instead? Was his cock already rigid and desiring as you removed your dress…your lips were no longer the deep crimson earlier this night. Did you give him those deep, probing kisses you like to get in return …your nude body would give any man a hard-on. I doubt you would have needed to stroke him or drop to your knees to help him get ready unless of course you wanted to.

“Take off your pants“. Directly addressed through eyes, glaring toward me. “Take off the fucking pants! C’mon, hurry up“. You started to twist up and down, those thick muscled arms keeping you pinned. I pulled myself free, my own shaft thickening as I watched your body quiver and shake, your exposed flesh a blotchy pink…sweat shimmering down your body from the exertion of your lover. You took a quick look down to my hands and then directly at me. Your breathing was getting intensely labored; I’ve seen that look before, watched you as you’ve gotten off. “Is this turning you on?” “Yes“, I said quietly. “Do you know that he’s in my ass…that my ass is getting fucked ? Do you like that?” You knew that I loved it. I wanted to feel your ass as well but you had someone else to satisfy that particular need for the moment. You tried so hard to maintain that intense eye contact but your lids closed tightly, perhaps quicker than you had expected yourself. Your own hands now grabbing hard, very hard those huge soft breasts….your fingers pulling and squeezing those nipples to a stimulated purple. “Oh ….damn, I’m”--- your face contorted into an image of desires and needs now focused upon a very overwhelming orgasm. No further words. Your mouth partially open…wanting to scream out the waves of what you were getting from that cock. There was silence from behind you as well, perhaps you were focused upon his desires, matching your orgasm…feeling a mutual pleasure. At last, a long breath…as you laid your head back against him. “Wow.” He was now only holding you up, his fucking ended. I saw him drip from you.

“The cover looks interesting. Wonder if there’s really a story.”

“Surely rhetorical ", you smiled, as you adjusted the pearls.

Let's begin.....

You had understood now that your ass was being readied for the thick pressure of my very well lubricated cock. Your hips and belly shifted, moving hard against the rumpled softness of the thick towels beneath you---your soaking wet cunt and that hard clit of yours grinding you into your own cum desires. Your arms I had bound flat to the bed, your fingers wanting to fuck your clit but you were not to be released yet.

I had come home earlier than you had apparently expected. Finding the bedroom door closed, I stepped into the bathroom and through the partially open door I saw you kneeling over another man. The only real view was of your gorgeous round ass, the rest of your body away from my sight and you were down between his legs. I watched your head move in slow and lengthy rhythm as you in no doubt were sucking this man’s cock……I could see your fingers both gripping and rubbing his thighs as I watched your long auburn hair fall about the object of your attention. You seemed to nuzzle downwards, probably turning attention to his balls as I got a good glimpse of his rigid cock...a reddened purple color, your one hand gripping it tight around the shaft. Perhaps, you sensed him releasing himself in your mouth and you were saving him for more. Or maybe you just liked feeling a thick cock in your throat.

I stepped away, deciding to allow your own pleasures and left the house---returning a couple, perhaps obligatory, hours later. In that time, I had done some errands and spent some time at a local bookstore and I had imagined numerous scenarios of what you and your lover had been doing in my absence. I caught you at the top of the steps. You were wearing a sarong tightly curled around your hips. You were topless and I noticed the body glitter, that I so enjoyed on your exposed chest, covering your breasts and belly. You certainly noted my look and had I noticed that you blushed? I stepped closer to you, no words being spoken but your mouth and lips quivered. I could feel your eyes searching deep within mine. My own gaze drifted slowly downwards and my fingertips lightly touched the soft smoothness of your breasts...and acknowledged for you the pleasures I found, still remaining on your skin from the other man. Did you allow him to slide that cock of his in your firm cleavage as he came, pressing your tits around that shaft? Had he pulled out of your cunt and did you just end up with his hot cum thick upon your breasts? Or had you just continued to suck him off as I had watched, giving him that wondrous feeling as only you are able and then at the last moment pulling back to release him onto your neck...his own desires for you having dripped further down.

I carefully had arranged my plans for you while I was out and brought you back into the bedroom...the bed was still unmade with the comforter and sheets in disarray, pillows laying about on the floor. I saw a new red satin thong laying on the floor and picked this up as I looked directly at you. You matched my gaze with...what...a challenge? Or just an acknowledgment that we both knew what happened today. I pulled out the silk ropes that I kept for you from the bottom of the dresser. "So, what are you wanting to do to me?", you asked somewhat coyly but sure I was aware of what you had been doing earlier.

I gently grasped your wrists, slowly looping the silk loosely around your hands. I looked directly into your eyes and I reached up to grasp the hair falling about your shoulders. Your eyes widened as I twisted your hair hard up against your neck...your legs resisting minimally as I pushed your head downwards until you were on your knees. Your eyes showed some uncertainty yet you still had not chosen to speak. I brought my own hands down and slowly and deliberately released the end of my belt from its clasp. I decided to slowly rub my hand over the fabric of my pants...against my thickening cock. You saw the hardness pushing out toward you. Were your lips opening for me or were you still wondering what awaited you. I pulled down the zipper and allowed my trousers to slide down below my knees. Your eyes dropped down. I lifted my length up toward your mouth and leaned slowly forward toward you. Your lids gently closed as you felt me enter. I could feel your lips tighten around me as I slid the first few inches in. My cock reached its full length with only a few short strokes.

I wondered how you would feel. You had seemed a little surprised that I pulled you away from the sex your mouth had been giving but I wanted to fuck you. You seemed to so willingly allow yourself to be tied down...the length of the rope captured under the mattress and your wrists pulled out to the sides. That gorgeous ass of yours fully exposed as I positioned you on your knees. Perhaps you were surprised, yet you weren't resistant. I wondered if I would feel a little more wetness as I entered your cunt. Had you ensured that the other man came frequently for both his and your own pleasure? As I gently stroked your pussy, I felt some slickness about your ass and at that same time noted the bottle of lubricant on the nightstand.

You felt the pressure of two fingers.

Confessions of a Male Lesbian

Confessions of a Male Lesbian

As this is definitely a new experience for me, I foolishly (apparently) looked at perhaps making some money from Google in terms of advertising. Of course, I mindlessly clicked on their link and after submitting this link learned that both obscene and pornographic/mature sites were a "no-no" from their perspective. I will bow to their concerns and political necessities, even though they may be looking at potentially obscene and graphic material which, I should mention, has yet to be written to the pure disdain and hunger of those individuals who await my work.....

Okay...I think I may have really screwed this up. I reviewed the profile part...and, what the...? Will need to figure how to re -edit some of the stuff especially as to how my interests possibly relate to a whole bunch of folks who are completely unknown to me. However, from a purely metaphysical part...then possibly these people may or not become part of this weblog. So, I shall be quiet...verwy, verwy quiet.. I'm hunting wabbit. Perhaps these last two sentences will ultimately define the reality of this weblog. But, enough of reality...anyone coming back to this log is going to want to read about sex. You people really sicken me. Well, you might as well just toss those letters from (a men's magazine that shall remain nameless from a copyright standpoint) aside. I assure you that you're going to get yours real soon. I just suppose you want to hear a story involving bondage, a descriptive yet lengthy narrative involving my gorgeously endowed wife and a playful slapping upon her desirous ass...

What the...??

"What the...?" is a line from the second Addams Family movie in which the obstetrician happened to describe his /her reaction to the what ensued upon the birth of Cousin Itt's child and thusly ended up being the name of that offspring. Likewise, this title will probably encapsulate the thought of most individuals especially when confronted with the title "Confessions of a Male Lesbian" Is it possible to be a male lesbian? Sure....anything is possible in this day and age. Even though I am male, don't you think it rather misogynist and sexist to disallow my right to not prefer women..my particular gender notwithstanding. Therefore, I suggest that this issue be not considered when ultimately confronted with what will end up being, I'm sure, tedious and non-ending descriptions of quite graphic yet tantalizingly erotic descriptions of periodic..well, weekly...umm perhaps daily fantasies I might have specifically involving thoughts of my wife, who shall go nameless hereafter. Which is probably good for me cause she'd probably kick my sorry ass into the next century if any hint of her ever became public. Of course, now that I think about it, the imagery of her smacking my ass may lead to a future discussion. Yet, I digress. There is always the possibility that I may wax poetic about cannibalism, uranium mining and the effects of international shortfalls in developing a coherent and rational move toward energy conservation---although I particulary doubt it, in this forum, as anyone who happened to word search "male" "lesbian" will probably come here...you naughty, naughty fools. Face it....you're wanting the sex part, aren't you? You people are sick and, yet, on the other hand let's go for it. This weblog has just been started and it should be fun. Please don't expect sex each time you cum...oops, come by. Oh, okay... maybe I'll bother to satisfy those nasty urges of yours. You people are really starting to disgust me, you know that?