January 2011
5 posts
I leaked this one out to the Portfolio last week. It’s just another picture of me during my recent stint in the Jail Bird, but I liked it, so here you go.
That T-shirt I’m wearing is at least 15-years-old. Belle and I picked up at Roots in Montreal back before we had kids and everything. I’ve been able to hold on to it ever since, though I’m afraid it may be reaching the end of the line soon....
The good news is I didn’t lose control of myself yesterday. Yes, there was good deal of self-abuse and I enjoyed myself very much, but I never quite crossed the line into orgasm. I got right up to the line, but didn’t tumble over.
The interesting bit regarding that is the internal conversation that takes place in the moment of trying to stop whatever it is I’m doing in time to avoid the...
Imagine we’re facing each other and I’m naked. Yes, I know, it’d be an incredibly surprising situation for either of us to be in, but I’ve put us there to help illustrate something.
So, we’re facing each other and I’m naked. If you were to look at the cock (go ahead, look – Belle won’t mind), you might be able to see, in about the 10:00 position, a irritated line about an inch long curving around...
It went something like this…
“I’m horny.”
“I know.”
He grinds into her, pressing the steel cage between their bodies.
“It’s been a long time.”
“A long time?! It’s only been…what? Two and a half weeks?”
Whimper.
“You’ve gone far longer than that, haven’t you?”
Quietly, “Yes.”
The cock in the cage swells.
“You’ve got a long time more to wait.”
Quietly, “I know.”
“Two weeks is a long time for a...