Clist Kunt photo (1)
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Posted:Aug 19, 2013 1:13 pm
Last Updated:May 12, 2024 8:44 am 58411 Views
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Here is one of the photos my Craigslist Kunt sent, per my instructions:
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Craigslist Kunt - part 3
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Posted:Aug 13, 2013 8:23 pm
Last Updated:Aug 19, 2013 1:16 pm 64196 Views
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When my new Craigslist Kunt began sending me pictures, I told her to use email instead of the phone, and as a result not only got much better photos, I also got more than 160 characters in the body of her messages. For instance, with the photo of her tits (shown below) I also received this:
"Sir, I yearn to please you. My desires are your desires. As you enter the place where all of our deepest desires and secret fantasies entertwine you will find me waiting for you just as you request. Waiting to be used for your pleasure. Willing to be taken and controlled to fulfill the needs and wants of my Master. Yielding to your touch as you stroke and caress my body to your liking. Cupping my breasts and feeling your breath on my neck makes me moan with desire of more. I want to feel your teeth firmly on my nipples. My whimpered breaths break into moans of desire and your expertly dominate self takes control and I find myself…"
My response was long, and I don't really think you want to read it all, but I'm going to post it anyways. If you don't care, just skip the rest of this, and tune in next time when I'll show you the pictures that I instructed her to take…
I responded:
"When I wrote my ad for Clist, I was definitely looking for an uncomplicated female friend who shared some very similar interests with me. When you and I met, there was some obvious physical attraction between us, but after you left that night I wondered if it would take precedence. It appears it has, and I am not the least bit disappointed - quite the contrary, I am thrilled. You see, you threw that random "Sir" out, and it triggered in me what it always does. I am deeply, undeniably drawn to submissive women. The question (one of MANY) then becomes, in what way(s) is she submissive? Is it purely sexual, or is there much more to it? This is a question I want to ask, and have answered, in person.
I want to get to know you, to see if we are otherwise compatible, but right now this particular possible connection/shared interest is utmost in my mind. One of the best, most enjoyable times to get to know someone is post-coital, when you are delirious and vulnerable. Laying next to one another, or cuddling up in the dark, and being authentic is liberating. I can do this during the daytime, facing a person in a public place, but you have to admit the former sounds much better. This isn't a ridiculous way to convince you to fuck me - I believe you would submit to something close to vaginal penetration if I had you here with me - it is merely a piece of honesty. I want to get to know you, fuck you, use you…
Telling you what I like won't happen via computer or text because I want to see your reactions, pure and simple. I'll delight in the look of shock, and celebrate when I see that what I'm sharing with you is something you also enjoy. No matter what, I want to know the truth about how you feel, when we share these specific interests and desires. I am only 40 years old, and still very much a sexual animal. If I were to chose a sexual partner right now, it would be someone I could cultivate into exactly what I wanted, or as close to that as I could get. You cannot lie to me though, and tell me you like things, because that is what you think I want to hear. I want honesty. THAT is what I want to hear. If you are honestly interested, but inexperienced, I will take that at face value, but want to move forward knowing the truth.
My tastes may frighten you. They may thrill you. I want the opportunity to watch the reactions cross your face. Believe me, I would love nothing more than to find out you like everything I do, but I will settle for a few really important similarities/connections if they lead to the kind of trust, adoration and respect I hope they would. When I share sexually, it brings me closer than any other activity or kind of sharing can. I'm betting you understand that.
When I went for a walk, and all this went through my head, it sounded much better. I feel like I'm forgetting something. Probably am. I am seeking a friend, and if the connection seems right, I am always open to a sexual partner. If I should be gifted with both in the same package, all the more wonderful for me. If, when we next spend time together, the conversation seems to revolve around sex, don't be surprised. You have awoken something in me that has been laying idle for quite some time. Just know that I don't see you as simply an object, or a sexual quest, and that I am waiting respectfully to find out where this might take us. I remain both optimistic and excited. Owning and using you for my pleasure will be a big part of what I want, you just have to wonder what exactly "using you" consists of. That I will reveal, when next we meet.
I'll end the suspense and send this to you. Feel free to reply, or save what you have to say for when we meet. The choice is yours. I do, however, have two brief tasks for you to accomplish:
Send the photo of your breasts, that you texted me last night, to my email. I'm sure I can probably do it myself, but you are going to do it for me.
Sit on the edge of a seat or counter somewhere, spread your legs very wide for me, and take no less than 5 shots of your cunt. Don't make it gynecological, please, and make sure there is enough light so I can clearly see what you are showing me. I don't want to hear any excuses, do as I say. Try to vary the shots a bit. I will choose the one that pleases me. These photos will also be sent to my email.
Realize I am going to want so much more from you, if you decide to pursue something sexual with me. Pictures of your cunt will be nothing, if I have my way with you. So don't hesitate to be a good girl and do this for me. You've not disappointed me once so far, don't begin now."
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new business cards; a cautionary tale
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Posted:Aug 8, 2013 6:53 pm
Last Updated:May 12, 2024 8:44 am 62700 Views
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The cautionary part of this tale isn't about me, but I've learned a lesson from it, so I'm going to tell you about it.
A fellow kinkster and deviant approached me recently, and shared a rather unfortunate incident that was happening to him. Out of the blue, his boss, and the head of the company he works for received messages, links, and photos that basically showed my fellow kinkster in a bad light. Anyone that doesn't know him, in other words, would find the information shocking, and maybe even repulsive. All of it was sent in order to get him in trouble, and thankfully his boss was well aware of some of his lifestyle choices, so the majority of the explaining had to be done to the head of the company. It was rough, but he said he felt like the worst was over.
He also said he felt betrayed, and jumped into action right away to find out who had sent the damning information. He was quite clever, and had some help, but eventually discovered that a female co-worker he'd had to fire was responsible. She apparently sent the pics and links from the internet cafe she was working at, and was probably going to be facing some criminal charges for what she'd done. I'll end the story there, and tell you where I come into this equation.
A co-worker of mine makes very impressive business cards, and recently I began talking to her about making some up for me. There are a lot of changes coming up shortly, including the start of my own web site, so I want to be ready with them when everything happens. After hearing this story, I have unfortunately had to change my mind. I cannot afford to have her get offended if she happens to follow some of the links I provide on the back of the business card, and I definitely don't want her to decides she should tell our boss what kind of guy she has working for her. Hell, I even talk about my lesbian boss, and how I want to fuck her, so I DEFINITELY can't have that happening. Therefore, no business cards from her.
That's not the end of the lesson though. A female co-worker of mine recently quit, and I made the mistake of giving her the link to my radio show on WTNRradio. That in itself is no big deal, but I recently changed my contact information on the site to something that, when she Googled it, led her to this blog. As you can imagine, the posts about what goes on here at night, and what sometimes goes on between the lesbian boss and I, were a bit shocking to her. I only hope she can remain discreet, and let me get on with my fun.
I've definitely learned my lesson on this one. Sharing what I do outside of work, with people at work, is a bad idea. Hopefully I've learned the lesson in time.
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Craigslist Kunt - part 2
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Posted:Aug 6, 2013 7:45 pm
Last Updated:May 12, 2024 8:44 am 63912 Views
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Part 1 is technically called "Craigslist strikes again!". Deal with it.
So, my new attempt at a female friend had uttered (via text) the word "Sir", and rekindled my interest. As I mentioned, I had been ready to tell her I basically didn't want to pursue the friendship, until she said that magic word. It awoke in me something that has actually lay dormant for a few years now. She called me "Sir" and I instantly wanted to find out more about this woman.
We traded a few more text messages, and she began to send me pictures as well. I did not ask for them, or demand them, they simply showed up. One in particular caught my eye, so I told her to send it to me via email.
On my phone, pictures are literally the size of a thumb nail, so I usually can't tell what the hell it is I'm supposed to be looking at. This one, you could tell, I just wanted to get a better version. She sent it to me without hesitation. I then received a text message from her:
"I hope you are still interested in knowing me better… I liked the way you held me when we kissed. It felt like you would be able to get me to submit."
I sent her a quick reply; "I do desire to know you more and to explore our sexual side as well. I'm sure you're eager to submit to me, so I don't anticipate any difficulty at all."
"I seem eager?" she asked. "I don't want to seem easy, or put out the impression I just want sex."
"You don't" I told her "I am just confident, and good at reading people. If I am wrong, correct me, but don't worry I think that's all you want."
As the conversation went along, I started to receive more random photos. Again, none of them were requested, or demanded, she simply kept sending them. I tried to get some work done, but during a break sent her a message:
"Busy as hell but thinking of you often" I said.
"I like being on your mind" she replied.
"Admission: your submission is at the top of it. And you need to call my "Sir"more often…"
Another picture was sent, followed by "Yes Sir"
"What shall my pet name be for you, I wonder?" I then asked "What term of endearment will I give to you when you are submitting to me? Any ideas, suggestions, or favorites?"
"I am highly aroused by such conversation" was her simple reply.
I then told her that we would discuss what arouses me, in person, and she informed me that I might catch her whimpering and moaning, which I had experienced the first night we met and kissed. The pics kept coming, but I finally decided to see if she was truly submissive, and told her I wanted to see her breasts exposed. Up to that point, the nudity had been implied, or barely visible, but I wanted it clear as day.
"I want much more revealed" I told her "Your breasts next."
You will see that photo, and start reading emails we began exchanging, next time I post about this.
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Craigslist strikes again!
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Posted:Aug 3, 2013 9:57 pm
Last Updated:Aug 5, 2013 6:14 pm 68917 Views
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If you were to bring up sex or dating, and Craigslist, in the same conversation with me, I would most likely respond with scorn in my voice, but still have some positive stories and experiences to relate. I can blame Craigslist - or more specifically, the people who use it - for a great many disappointments, but I can also point to one or two instances where it paid off enough to make up for all those bad times. One of those appears to be happening right now. Over the last few days, it has become clear that a simple and very random connection is developing into a whole lot more, so I'm going to start from the begging. Pardon me if you already know this first bit.
A few weeks ago, I put an ad on Craigslist, but instead of seeking sexual release of some sort, I was simply seeking a friend. Here is what the ad said:
"Local DJ, musician, writer, aspiring artist, and generally creative guy seeks a female friend to share my life with. I'd like to meet a bike riding, music loving, pot smoking lady who I can get to know in person, not via the computer. Ultimate goal; a friend! Serious, thoughtful replies are appreciated…"
The headline of the ad read:
"Bike riding, music loving, pot smoking(?) lady friend sought".
That I was looking for a female did not mean I had romantic or sexual intentions, it simply meant I enjoyed the company of women. I only had to deal with a few responses, and out of those, just a single lady agreed to meet with me. She drove to my workplace, smoked a few bowls with me, and we chatted for a while. Later in the evening we went for a walk, and I got physical, which was received happily. By the time she left, my new attempt at making a friend was not looking so great, but I did not know if I should give up or not. She wasn't repulsive, or difficult to talk to, but she also wasn't fascinating, or very engaging. I was looking for someone to really blow me away, and she just wasn't doing it. I'd have to keep trying.
The next day, I wanted to contact her and let her down easy, but was honestly uncertain of how to handle that particular situation. How exactly do you tell someone you've only spent three or four hours with, that you don't want to see them again? Do you just bluntly spit it out, or do you over explain and make the person feel worse? I asked a female co-worker if I should simply text the news, or call her, or even get together again and say why I wasn't interested. She was of the opinion that texting was no good, but that a call giving a bit of an explanation was probably in order. I resigned myself to doing this, but not right away. It is a good thing I didn't, because a few days later some innocent text messages led to a discovery.
My new attempt at a female friend was going to spend the weekend at a music festival, and we were discussing getting together again to smoke another bowl or two, and enjoy each others company when she got back. I wrote to her and said:
"Tomorrow you flee - when do you return? We shall have to get together when you do…"
She responded: "I return Sunday, and I definitely would like to smoke with you again Sir".
Now, there had been zero discussion about anything even remotely related to dominance and submission, or kink, or how much I love being called "Sir". When she said it, I don't know if she was fishing, or it was a random mistake, but it was a wonderful thing no matter what.
I sent a text back: "Where did the "Sir" come from?"
She replied: "My brain, via text…" followed by: "And I'd most likely call you 'Sir'again in certain circumstances".
And thus, a small but significant seed was planted. This beautiful, worthless cunt has since revealed much about herself, in both pictures and words, and I honestly feel like I might have accidentally won the lottery. I will begin sharing everything that happens (and has happened) with you, over the next few days/weeks/months… so stay tuned!
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disappointing cross-dresser (part 2)
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Posted:Jul 30, 2013 7:52 pm
Last Updated:Aug 2, 2013 10:14 am 69552 Views
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I didn't know there was going to be a part 2 to this story, but there is, so read on…
Last night, I set a date/meeting with a cross dresser who took a bit too long getting ready to come see me, and ultimately wound up not showing up at all. I made a brief post about it last night, and then went back to checking my emails and whatnot. It was while doing this, that a message popped up from a guy who had been advertising that he liked to have straight men come over to his house and watch straight porn while masturbating in front of him. I do believe his only other desire was for a face or mouth full of cum. I vaguely recalled responding to this ad last weekend, so I took a few minutes to chat with him. It turned out he lived about 5 miles away from me, but after a long, 10-hour day, I definitely didn't want to ride 10 miles, for a silly scenario like this one. As interested as I was, I told him I would not be making it to his house that evening.
He asked immediately if he could visit me, and I of course told him he was welcome to stop by my workplace. I gave him the address, and fifteen minutes later he was pulling up across the street. I waved him over, and a few minutes later he was on his knees in the break room, doing a stellar job of swallowing my cock. Fucking his mouth was like fucking a tight pussy, and I had to tell him to slow down a couple of times so I didn't finish early. He insisted I watch porn on my laptop, so that is what I did. I even put my feet up on his legs, resting them there while he repeatedly swallowed me to the root. When I did explode in his mouth, he wanted to deep throat me, so he could feel me pumping, but I am super sensitive at that time, and the sensations are often too much. In this case, I pumped a few times before having to sort of sit back, and up, to regain a level of comfort.
Like any good cock sucker, he stood up almost immediately afterwards, and made his way towards the exit. He told me, as he left, that he was available for my use, and would even suck off a straight friend if I had one, so I'm sure I'll be posting about him again in the future. He's not indiscriminate, and definitely won't go to the glory holes with me, but that's not necessary, and in fact is a bit of a relief. The possibility of catching a disease is not one I like to gamble with if I can avoid it.
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disappointing cross-dresser
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Posted:Jul 29, 2013 8:51 pm
Last Updated:May 12, 2024 8:44 am 66448 Views
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I made plans to host a shy, eager, but rather unattractive cross-dresser but it doesn't look like she is going to show up. When I asked her how long it would take to get here, I was given a quote of 45 minutes. Almost one hour later, she claimed to not quite be ready, so I'm calling bullshit. Granted, I know it's not a fast, easy process for some cross-dressers, but she contacted me about this, and I would expect her to be at least partially prepared when doing so. I was only going to fuck her ass and then send her on her way, so it's no great loss.
I spent a little time on Craigslist over the last few days, trying to get lucky with some very strange people in some very diverse situations. I spoke with women who have transitioned to a male, but still fantasize about being used like a young lady. There are a few men who claim they want to be a hole for me to use, and a few more that have expressed interest in using mine. I'm no bottom, or even a switch really, I just want pleasure and will take it anywhere I desire. Even when getting fucked, I will the one getting off, and getting spoiled. The attention will be on me, because any man lucky enough to be on the giving end when with me is going to be an attentive, sensual, caring guy who is thrilled out of his mind at the opportunity.
Obviously I've been talking to a cross-dresser, but she appears to be a flake/fake like most of the others. I may be rushing to judgement, but again; this was not an attractive cunt by any means. Don't get me wrong, she had nice legs and a very tight ass, but not passable anywhere else. I was just going to bend her over and have my fun...
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fake/empty friends
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Posted:Jul 25, 2013 8:13 pm
Last Updated:Jul 26, 2013 10:16 pm 69634 Views
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Being an antisocial introvert who is generous, polite, and values himself means I don't have many friends. Okay, any friends. Apart from my girlfriend, I can honestly say I don't have many "real" friends. A few acquaintances, but nobody I feel closely connected to. This is my fault, for the most part, but I do have a couple bad experiences in my past that add to my hesitation to quickly and easily make friends. If I haven't told that story before, I'm not going to do so now. This is about something that has happening over the last couple of months.
I don't make friends easy, but I often long for one. Male or female, I would like someone else to share my life, thoughts, exploits, and interests with. There is a guy that comes to my workplace once a month to give us quick massages (neck and back) as a sort of perk of the job. He rents a space above one of the warehouses, does crystal (healing) work there and next door at the marijuana dispensary, and seems like a pretty decent guy. Since I've known him, our conversations have gotten very personal, and I thought there was the possibility of a friendship evolving. He'd often ask for little amounts of marijuana, since his income is extremely small, and he's really just working for himself, and was always insistent on paying me back with large amounts of time on his massage table. I even took him to the private, dungeon/play party I started to DJ for again, to try and show him a good time, because that is just the kind of friend I am. Looking back at the last few months, I have been generous with my attention, my time, my drugs, and my trust.
I certainly saw the attempts to repay me as a good sign, but have to admit my suspicious nature led me to be watchful of his actions the rest of the time. We passed each other a great deal, while I was on the clock at work, but we also had many opportunities to interact after the business was closed. As I said, he rents a small space above one of the warehouses, and as most of you know, I spend 3 or 4 nights a week right next door. Many times I have stepped outside to exhale marijuana smoke, or go get myself some coffee, and seen him sitting across the street, talking to a couple other fellows who also spend large amounts of time in the area. I'm not sure if they stay the night like he and I do, but that's neither here nor there. If I say that particular scenario has occurred thirty times, and he has turned to acknowledge me twice, I would not be exaggerating, embellishing, or lying to you.
Without going into ridiculous amounts of detail, I'll just state that there were ample opportunities for us to engage in even the briefest of niceties, but it only happened when I initiated them. Almost without fail, the only time I saw or heard from him, was when he needed a favor. It could have been something as simple as using the internet in the break room, or borrowing $5 for a bus ticket, but it was always something. So rare were the times that he caught my attention and even said the basic "Hello" that I decided recently to have a talk with my girlfriend to ask if maybe I was just an unlikable person. She assured me I am not, but that my expectations for this guy might be high, and I think she might be half correct. I think he knows exactly what he's doing, and doesn't really consider me a friend at all.
Over the last three days, I have watched him talk to co-workers at my job, and make his way through the building while managing to totally avoid everything including making eye contact, with me. I don't even warrant a nod or "Hello" from across the room apparently. After work, I have stepped outside more than once to find him also out there, sitting on the edge of the dock less than ten feet away, and not been acknowledged once. And it's not like he's in some deep, philosophical discussion, and totally unaware of his surroundings. He sees me, and this guy who claims he is my friend doesn't say a single word.
Someone's bound to ask me why I haven't said "Hello" to him, or caught his eye and nodded, and if I'm to be honest it's because I'm being watchful and basically testing him. He makes an effort to talk to other people in the building, but hasn't once sought me out, even when we've been in the same room for a while. I've been on the sals floor, and he's walked by me, totally unoccupied with anything except what's going on in his mind I suppose, and hasn't so much as looked my way. For a while, I was giving him the benefit of the doubt, but no more of that. The things I've noticed, that I'm describing to you, are consistent, and have been for a while. I'm honestly waiting for the next time he approaches me, like he's suddenly my friend and I exist, so I can see if the conversation/moment can end without him asking for something. If that should happen, I might change my opinion, but it wouldn't destroy my suspicions.
As I mentioned at the beginning of this post, the guy has paid me back for every material good I've done him, so that is not my complaint. He is a good guy, but not a friend. He pays people back when he owes them something, but is seriously lacking in the giving before receiving department. When we talk, the majority of the focus is on him, and any time spent on me is done out of politeness. What burns me the most, I suppose, is that I decided to give someone a shot, and they are apparently not interested, or not worthy. I won't let this stop me, but it will make me a bit more cautious. And realistic. I have no problem earning someone's friendship, but the effort better be pretty close to mutual, or I am going to stop trying or giving a fuck about you very quickly. This guy may have one last chance to show he is not what I think he is, but that is absolutely it. Then it's back to square one with me and my search for Just One Good Friend!
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female friend search - attempt #1
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Posted:Jul 23, 2013 9:19 pm
Last Updated:Jul 24, 2013 6:28 pm 69662 Views
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As much as I love my girlfriend, we don't spend a lot of time together, and our sex life is definitely not what it used to be. We are the best of friends (she is in fact my BEST and ONLY real friend at the moment) so I want her to be in my life forever. Seriously. Even if we can't be romantic, I would like to know that she is my one true friend, who honestly cares about me. That's all I really need in this life.
Yet, a yearning for female companionship has begun to steadily grow and expand inside me. Without looking for love, or sex, I have begun seeking a friend - something I've never done before in my life. That this friend will be female is not significant, or if it is, I do not know in what way. I'd love to find a male friend too, and have been trying to cultivate something with a guy who gives massages at my workplace, but that's as far as my efforts have gone. Asking a customer out at work could go very wrong, and I am an antisocial introvert who doesn't go out much, so making a friend of either sex/gender is never really easy for me. Boo hoo.
So I put an ad on Craigslist. It basically said that I was a DJ, musician, writer and aspiring artist who rode a bicycle and smoked a lot of pot. Were there any ladies out there who could describe themselves similarly? What I sought was friendship, not romance or love. Three very serious responses turned into two phone calls, which eventually turned into one total stranger coming to my work at 10pm at night, to hang out and smoke bowls with me for a couple hours. I set a time limit for midnight, since I have to get up no later than 6am, and we proceeded to smoke and talk. Eventually we got tired of begin inside, and took a brief stroll along the waterfront. The woman held onto my arm while we walked, and stood with her back to me when we finally stopped near the edge of the water. The signals were clear; it was time to make a move.
Putting my hand at the back of her neck, I turned the not-so-total-stranger around to face me. She could barely meet my gaze, but already her mouth was falling open, preparing to sensually collide with mine. We kissed deeply, and passionately, but I did my best to remain a gentleman. The groping was kept tasteful, and no flesh was exposed. Of course, I had a raging hard on the entire time, but she did not once reach down to feel how excited I was.
We strode back to my workplace and found it was nearly time for her to head back home. I opened one of the garage doors and let her out, following to get a few last kisses before she left. We embraced and made out again, leaning against her vehicle, and finally I commanded her to at least reach down and feel how turned on she had made me. She sucked in a deep breath, groped around blindly, and then let out a noise of surprise when her hand finally found my engorged cock. She gave it a few good squeezes, and as much as I wanted to get a good look at/feel of her tits, I resisted. The night ended on this positive note, and shortly after she drove away, I locked up the building, then went into the break room and jerked off all over the floor. The release was lovely, and intense, and I can only hope next time it'll be her giving me the pleasure...
This is/was obviously not what I set out to achieve, and I can honestly say that I let my cock/libido do the majority of the thinking. There isn't a real intellectual connection, and I don't find her personality particular fascinating or alluring, so my next decision will be whether or not to sever ties completely, or just control the sexual impulses and see if we can really be friends. Or, I could just make her a toy. She called me "Sir" randomly today, but a bit of discussion leads me to believe she could be a lot of fun. Tough decision to make, and too early to make it.
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the letter "E" on WTNRradio
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Posted:Jul 21, 2013 4:37 pm
Last Updated:Jul 23, 2013 6:16 pm 69578 Views
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I did not think this show would turn out as good as it did. My fear was that I would not have enough bands/artists in my music collections who's names began with the letter "E", but it turned out I was worried about nothing. There were just enough to fill a full two hours without repeating a single band or artist once.
At the time of this posting, my show had moved to #4 on WTNRradio, and with your help I can make it to #1 before the week ends. Just stop by and give the show a couple minutes of your day, and maybe you'll hear something truly wonderful by accident!
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