Well, I'm packing up this morning and flying out to IML in just a few hours. I hope to see you all there! Pleeeaaassseee keep in mind though that I am going to be working hard all day at Nasty Pig. If you see me there, feel free to say hey, but I'm not going to be able to hang out. Thanks guys, I will have much more time to be social in the lobby!
If I have the energy, I may be doing daily updates. We'll see.
It's going to be quite the weekend.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
Ouch:-(
I hit myself in the face yesterday with a packing tape gun. I was at Nasty Pig packing up for IML. Frown.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Been a while
Sorry all! Just realized it has been almost three weeks since I have posted. I swear the time just flies. Been super busy, as you could have imagined.
Something interesting happened to me a week ago though. I have been dealing with some romantic issues involving a man I was casually dating in DC for a while. I never wrote about him for a few reasons, the foremost of which being that our relationship wasn't kinky at all. Still, as time goes by I am realizing more and more how deeply I care about him. Of course, it's too late for anything to happen now. Oh well, that's the way it goes sometimes.
Anyway! I was talking with a friend about my situation, and he gave me some unexpected advice; date guys my age. My automatic impulse was "pfffft!". Let's face it, I am RARELY attracted to guys around my age. What's more, I really couldn't see myself being in a relationship with one. Still, it should be noted that this friend is one of my most trusted confidants, and I always hold his advice in extremely high regard.
Still, I wasn't convinced...but then the funniest thing happened. Literally the day after this conversation, one of the cutest, sexiest, most adorable guys I have ever met came into Nasty Pig. We flirted rather heavily, and I found myself truly drawn in by his energy. And wouldn't you know it? Twenty three years old. Now don't get me wrong, I am still hardly convinced that my age is the way to go. It is still very rare for me to be interested in young guys (and for the record, this boy had a boyfriend (yuck)). But, I don't know... The serendipity of it all... well, it just made me reconsider for a second. Especially since I have been wanting to meet someone special lately, it just made me open my eyes a bit to the possibility.
Something interesting happened to me a week ago though. I have been dealing with some romantic issues involving a man I was casually dating in DC for a while. I never wrote about him for a few reasons, the foremost of which being that our relationship wasn't kinky at all. Still, as time goes by I am realizing more and more how deeply I care about him. Of course, it's too late for anything to happen now. Oh well, that's the way it goes sometimes.
Anyway! I was talking with a friend about my situation, and he gave me some unexpected advice; date guys my age. My automatic impulse was "pfffft!". Let's face it, I am RARELY attracted to guys around my age. What's more, I really couldn't see myself being in a relationship with one. Still, it should be noted that this friend is one of my most trusted confidants, and I always hold his advice in extremely high regard.
Still, I wasn't convinced...but then the funniest thing happened. Literally the day after this conversation, one of the cutest, sexiest, most adorable guys I have ever met came into Nasty Pig. We flirted rather heavily, and I found myself truly drawn in by his energy. And wouldn't you know it? Twenty three years old. Now don't get me wrong, I am still hardly convinced that my age is the way to go. It is still very rare for me to be interested in young guys (and for the record, this boy had a boyfriend (yuck)). But, I don't know... The serendipity of it all... well, it just made me reconsider for a second. Especially since I have been wanting to meet someone special lately, it just made me open my eyes a bit to the possibility.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Tight
Hey guys. So you know how I always complain about not having anything to post about? Well lately I have had too much to post about! Which is why it has been so hard to pick which are worth the time of writing about. Which begs the question why have a blog if you are too lazy to write in it? Haha, oh well.
Today's post, despite the intro, is pretty short actually. It is sort of a public confession. As many of you know (especially those who know me in person), I am quite shameless about my BDSM interests and lifestyle. I am a proud and outspoken young man, and I tell people, rather casually, about all kinds of interests.
Despite all of this though, I do have a few interests that I am not as outspoken about. I wouldn't really say I am ashamed. That's not quite it exactly. It's more...I don't know. How to describe it. I know a lot of guys aren't really into it, and that some are really turned off by the idea; so I elect not to bring it up.
By the way, the IT is that I like tights/spandex. I think they are wicked hot. Now to be clear, I am not entirely "in the closet" with this interest. I have pics on my recon page with me bound and gagged in lycra suits. And I think I list that as an interest. I just, rarely bring it up with someone if they don't first.
I really don't know why I feel all weird when I talk about it or bring it up with guys I am talking to. Maybe I don't perceive it as very manly? I don't know. I really don't. But, you guys know me. I usually don't worry too much about why I get off on something. Why I think certain ways or preform certain behaviors: sure. But at the core of why some fetish turns me on, I think too many people spend too much time worried about it. Just enjoy it. And that is exactly what I'm gonna do. In fact, I was inspired to write this because I am about to go shopping for new tights right now!
And if you don't like it, fuck off! ;-)
Today's post, despite the intro, is pretty short actually. It is sort of a public confession. As many of you know (especially those who know me in person), I am quite shameless about my BDSM interests and lifestyle. I am a proud and outspoken young man, and I tell people, rather casually, about all kinds of interests.
Despite all of this though, I do have a few interests that I am not as outspoken about. I wouldn't really say I am ashamed. That's not quite it exactly. It's more...I don't know. How to describe it. I know a lot of guys aren't really into it, and that some are really turned off by the idea; so I elect not to bring it up.
By the way, the IT is that I like tights/spandex. I think they are wicked hot. Now to be clear, I am not entirely "in the closet" with this interest. I have pics on my recon page with me bound and gagged in lycra suits. And I think I list that as an interest. I just, rarely bring it up with someone if they don't first.
I really don't know why I feel all weird when I talk about it or bring it up with guys I am talking to. Maybe I don't perceive it as very manly? I don't know. I really don't. But, you guys know me. I usually don't worry too much about why I get off on something. Why I think certain ways or preform certain behaviors: sure. But at the core of why some fetish turns me on, I think too many people spend too much time worried about it. Just enjoy it. And that is exactly what I'm gonna do. In fact, I was inspired to write this because I am about to go shopping for new tights right now!
And if you don't like it, fuck off! ;-)
Monday, April 12, 2010
Random day dreams
Today at work (Nasty Pig) I was wearing rolled up denim shorts, a white Nasty Pig shredder, some beat up white tube socks with green stripes, and my block high top chucks. I don't know why, but at one point I saw myself in the mirror and pictured myself standing before a Man with those tube socks stuffed in my mouth and my chucks tied to my balls and dangling between my legs. And once I had it in my head, it was hard to think of anything else.
Let's hear it for day dreams, huh?
UPDATE: 2:19am
Apparently dreams come true. A friend of mine saw this post and made a proposition to me. Wasn't sure on it, but I said what the fuck. 20 mins later he was at my place.
When he got here I was gagged with those skater socks I mentioned, naked, and had my balls tied. I stripped him, tied his hands behind his back, then tied him in simple chest harness. I gagged him with a plug gag and tied it to the harness. Lastly, I took my the chuck taylor high tops I was wearing all day and tied both to each of our balls. I tied my own wrists behind my back, and proceeded to play tug of war for twenty mins. It was young, and playful, but it was pretty hot.
I guess day dreams can come true.
Let's hear it for day dreams, huh?
UPDATE: 2:19am
Apparently dreams come true. A friend of mine saw this post and made a proposition to me. Wasn't sure on it, but I said what the fuck. 20 mins later he was at my place.
When he got here I was gagged with those skater socks I mentioned, naked, and had my balls tied. I stripped him, tied his hands behind his back, then tied him in simple chest harness. I gagged him with a plug gag and tied it to the harness. Lastly, I took my the chuck taylor high tops I was wearing all day and tied both to each of our balls. I tied my own wrists behind my back, and proceeded to play tug of war for twenty mins. It was young, and playful, but it was pretty hot.
I guess day dreams can come true.
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