Au Revoir

2011-03-04T16:56:00.000-08:00

The tagline of this blog is "a blog about sexual encounters from an adventurous young bottom." While I'm still adventurous, young (depending on who you ask), and enjoy being the bottom, I'm not blogging about sexual encounters these days. Who "I am" and what I'm doing has undergone a huge evolution in the last year. I'm reserving all the previous posts as drafts, with the exception of the first one. The idea is that I'll hold this place and that first post as inspiration. I may feel the urge some time to resume telling stories with a scintillating bend. Until then, stay loose, laughing, and lascivious,
S

Who is blamed for the fall of kingdoms?

2008-09-17T21:26:00.001-07:00

If my bookkeeping is detailed enough I’ll be able to go back to see if the waning moon is the trickster egging me on.
There are boring parts of the story, but I’m not going to start with socks getting bunched in the heels of my shoes, nor how I spent 5 minutes in the bathroom talking to the turtle when I realized I didn’t have my phone. That’s for later. That’s the color.
I’ll start at the end actually. The end is the part where I dreamt things and I don’t want the ethereal fog of that memory to burn off while I type the stuff that’s more solid. It’s the bits right before waking that I remember of course, the tip of the iceberg – if you will.

I talked dirty to Tony, but didn’t see him. I was speaking as if one of us was a God and the other could hear by some force of omnipotence. I talked using ‘dirty’ nouns like cunt, cock, and feather and Tony walked from his bedroom onto my dream stage in a vintage button down, spring fabric fedora, and bouncing straight hard on. I placed us next to an elevator and added a camera person as well as onlookers, 3 of them, 6 floors up. We enter the elevator and I drop to my knees before him.
The camera person stands back in the corner and somehow we are well lit enough to be filmed. I get ready to fulfill my hunger on his dick. We love being watched and I love giving blow-jobs. I love sucking and looking up. I love sucking and hearing moaning. I love sucking and running my hands up a torso, I love seeing a head loll back and a throat grow taut. The camera is on us; I am dripping, the bell dings, 6th floor.
Two men and a woman, all in business suits, are waiting at the door open. Two of them gasp audibly; one of them is unmistakably aroused.
Think about it, really. Which of the two? Whose sex drive was always idling? Who is blamed for the fall of kingdoms?

A Rose for Your Button Hole

Au Revoir

Who is blamed for the fall of kingdoms?