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Posted:Sep 27, 2012 4:54 pm
Last Updated:Sep 28, 2012 7:05 am 37479 Views
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No, that is not a picture of my ass. I am not the jockstrap type, but would probably look damn good in one if I were. This ass belongs to a guy I am talking with, who lives nearby in Vancouver, Washington, and wants to visit me someday so he can submit to my sexual demands. We’ve been writing to each other for a few weeks now, and I even shared a brief conversation with him on the phone the other day, but we aren’t even close to actually getting together and living out the scenarios we’ve discussed. His schedule is just different enough from mine that we will have to make special plans, on a weekend or something, to have him drive over and give me that ass of his. And his mouth too. He claims to have a deep throat, but don’t they all?
I’m actually not much for anal sex with men, if you want to know the truth. Unless the man is super clean, and convincingly dressed as a woman, I’m just not going to be able to get it up. Put a man on his knees in front of me, with his mouth open, and my cock will rise to the occasion every time. Bend him over though, and I’m not sure I’ll respond. Anal sex with a woman, however, is fucking amazing. Meeting a woman who will take it in the ass is like catching a shooting star. On any given night, you’re bound to see at least one, but it still feels like a miracle every time it happens.
This little bitch from Vancouver though, might be fun to fuck. His asshole sure looks like it’d be tight from this picture, don’t you think? I’ve proposed many kinky and group scenarios with this guy but he is a bit shy and inexperienced. I think it’s important for him to have a connection, and not just be a piece of meat, and although I can understand that I am definitely not into cultivating a relationship with anyone right now. I’m going to make some new friends soon, but for now it’s all about the cock, and the fun I can have with it.
Someone else from Washington State – and from Alt – is also interested in coming to see me so he can submit to my sexual demands. This guy dresses like a woman, and looks pretty damn good when he does, so I’m going to take him up on his offer to host me in a hotel room when he visits soon. He’ll pose for me, swallow my cock, eat my asshole and if he’s a good bitch I might fuck him. That’s what most of these cross-dressing sissies want anyways, is to be treated like a woman, so I don’t mind obliging them when they are gorgeous, clean creatures. This “someone else” from Washington looks like one of those.
My cock is hard now. Going to answer some emails, and then see about getting my dick sucked…
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#4 on WTNRradio
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Posted:Sep 25, 2012 8:08 pm
Last Updated:Sep 25, 2012 8:08 pm 34122 Views
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My program "The Eskape" (formerly "Our Ruinous Music") is currently #4 on the "Hot Shows" chart. People finally seem to be warming up to my strange, eclectic style of often blending very disparate styles of music together. If you want to listen, scroll down until you see the banner for "The EsKape" and you'll see the address there.
And if you click on any of my past shows, in the Archive, you can listen to them for free as well...
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Gratuitous Frontal Nudity
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Posted:Sep 24, 2012 7:28 pm
Last Updated:Jan 28, 2013 7:52 pm 34521 Views
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Last weekend was the six year anniversary of the day my girlfriend and I met for the first time. We spent the time together just doing our best to relax and enjoy the bit of time we have left together. She and I are going to be moving out of the townhouse we are currently staying in together, but we will not be moving into the same place when we leave. The explanation for this odd situation is a post in and of itself, but I am too damn tired to go into it tonight.
In the meantime, here's a gratuitous shot of my cock (and amazing abs!) for all you pervs to enjoy. I'm happy to see my first two "watchers" are female, but also a little surprised. I expected more men would be drawn to me right away...
Enjoy the picture and thanks for your patience. I'll be posting again soon!
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sharing my sexual past/story (1)
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Posted:Sep 18, 2012 7:45 pm
Last Updated:May 9, 2024 4:9 pm 36537 Views
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My first erection also came with my first kiss, in first grade. It was with the second cutest girl in the school, and I would later go on to kiss the best looking girl, that same year. Then acne, dandruff, braces, and schoolwork took me out of the running for any more of those treasured kisses, for nearly nine years.
The first and only wet dream I can remember was very disturbing. It involved a stall in a public bathroom, and a naked woman sitting on the toilet with a bullet hole in her forehead. Yet, I am not as fucked up as you might think.
I learned about masturbation from a neighborhood , who also liked to “play” with his sister under the covers, at their house. I think we were in Junior High School but it may have been sooner. For a while, I did it wrong, but still managed to get myself off. I think the first two times, nothing came out, then I hit that big moment when there was actually ejaculate to witness and dispose of. Shortly after that, I began sneaking peeks at nude magazines and watching late-night Showtime and HBO, hoping for the sight of more than a pair of boobs.
I don’t remember sex being explained to me, clinically or otherwise. Watching movies, and listening to people talk about it, I understood what needed to happen, and it didn’t gross me out or mystify me all that much. It did scare me though, and I wimped out of an opportunity to lose my virginity once or twice. Simply chose to break up with the girl instead of join her at that next level. I wasn’t so much afraid of sex, I was just frightened of maybe doing something wrong and getting laughed at.
My first sexual experiences were really with boys my own age. They were actually friends that I could manipulate into doing things to/for me. These were the times when I was attractive to no member of the opposite sex, but still had desires as yet unexplored or unsatisfied. I would channel those unanswered wants into some time in juvenile detention, after writing nasty sex notes to a woman on my paper route, but that’s another story for another time.
I did not lose my virginity until I was 18 years old. That’s right; 18. I wanted to be in love, even though I was desperate to perform many sexual acts, and so I waited. Not in all the years since, did I decide that I would only have sex with one gender. I’ve always known I would date and fall in love with women, but also knew deep down that I would wind up being intimate with more men. I can’t explain the reasons why this is so, but if I gave my opinion it would probably offend many of you. So, I’ll save that for later as well.
I knew that I was kinky at a very young age. I used to spank the girls from across the street – there were three of them, and they were absolutely adorable – long before I even understood why it felt so good to do it. I remember we would also pee together. Not on each other, but we loved to watch each other. I wonder if those girls ever grew up to be perverts?
I did not enter the world of kink until I was in my early 20’s, and found it so boring at the time that I quickly pulled myself right back out. Munches, negotiating scenes, and most of the rules/etiquette/attitudes that seemed to go with the BDSM folks/scene did not fit me at the time, so I chose to seek kinky partners outside of that community. I did rather well, and met some crazy people. There are plenty of stories to tell there as well.
I have been married once, to a stripper, and we were divorced shortly after I got out of prison. Go figure. We were both sex freaks while we were together, but she still felt the need to “cheat” on me by being dishonest about the things she was doing. I can’t stand being with people who are bad, simply because it feels good to be bad, but I understand them. I was once one of those people, and can still be guilty of it from time to time, but hopefully on levels that are much less destructive to myself, and others. The rules I break now involve smoking a bowl or getting a blow job in the basement at work, not carrying on a relationship with two women at once without either of them knowing about it. I’m not trying to be that guy any more.
Growing up, my cock was average length and width, but through the use of a cock ring and regular “exercise” I gained length, girth, stamina, control and strength. My prick is what it is today, not because I was born with it, but because I worked for it.
That’s just a taste of my sexual story. There’s much more to tell, so stay tuned…
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more oral in the basement
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Posted:Sep 17, 2012 6:52 pm
Last Updated:May 9, 2024 4:9 pm 34767 Views
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My day at work was quite taxing, and I still have some video editing to take care of before I’m officially done for the day, so this post isn’t going to be very long. I am one tired fellow.
Thursday afternoon my cock sucking friend paid me a surprise visit while I was working the sales floor. I finished helping a nice old lady and then once again led him across the street, and down into the basement of one of the warehouses. This time I had my cock out, and in his mouth for about three minutes before my business phone rang. I didn’t tell him to stop, and he barely hesitated before continuing to suck me off while I talked. He kept his hands off of my cock, doing his best to only give me his mouth and throat, and after finishing the phone call I did my best to relax and get some use out of him. I always have to keep one eye on the stairs, and my ears peeled for the sound of footsteps, but the excitement factor more than makes up for the small amount of risk. I get off on not only getting my dick sucked during work, but also by the possibility of being discovered. Being bad feels so very good!
I really did my best to enjoy his mouth and throat for a while, but eventually I had to relent, and unload. He swallowed every drop, and I’m sure would have sucked me to completion again if I’d commanded it. The guy has skills, there’s no denying that. He also enjoys himself, and I know this because he came back the very next day to do it again. I was unfortunately very busy with a project that I could not get away from, so I had to send him away without dumping a load in his throat. My hope is, he’ll be back later this week, as I could use another helping of that…
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"The EsKape" on WTNRradio
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Posted:Sep 16, 2012 6:36 pm
Last Updated:May 9, 2024 4:9 pm 33991 Views
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Unlike last week's show, this one is as diverse and unpredictable as always. It's less about cohesion and much more about spontaneity and diversion. I call the show "The EsKape" because I hope people will tune in and feel like their being taken for a ride. Sometimes the ride is dark, languid and abrasive while at other times it is a wild, bumpy, frightening mess. That's probably not the way most DJs would want to describe their show, but I'm not most DJs. Tune in and find out why I say that...
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Fuck Away the Frustrations of the Day
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Posted:Sep 16, 2012 4:50 pm
Last Updated:Sep 16, 2012 6:28 pm 34308 Views
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Where I work, we deal with quite a diverse array of male and female customers. On any given day, the number of beautiful women that are spotted in the store can reach double digits, and I don’t mind telling you that us men will often call and alert each other about a particularly gorgeous sighting. I’ve had my coworkers rushing up stairs, across a street, and through half the store just to get a glimpse of a set of legs, or tits, or whatever. We like to joke and call it an unspoken and unrecognized benefit that the company we work for doesn’t even know it’s offering. The majority of these women are married, and most of the guys at work have girlfriends, so it’s just a bit of harmless objectification that can keep us going for hours.
For years I worked in porn shops, and you can imagine how horny I probably was most of the time, when I went home after an uneventful graveyard shift. Working at the place I do now, it’s sort of the same thing. Sometimes I go home so damn aroused, I literally walk in the door, strip off my clothes, grab my girlfriend, bend her over the nearest object and fuck her until I have emptied the days’ aggression either into or on her. It being summer right now, the frequency of these occurrences has been up a bit lately. So much lovely flesh on display!
Thursday, I rode home in a very excited state. I didn’t necessarily plan on having sex right when I got in the door, but I knew that I wanted to have it within the hour. When I arrived, I climbed the stairs to the main level of the townhouse, and immediately peeled off my bike pants, as is usually my habit. It’s been so hot recently that I’ve been making the trip without wearing a shirt, so beyond the pants I was only wearing shoes and socks. I ride hard, and the last few blocks before home is up hill, so I am usually sweaty no matter what time of year it is. The first thing I want when I get into the house is to cool down, and the quickest way to do that is to get my clothes off.
On Thursday, I peeled off my pants and socks, and gave my girlfriend a kiss and hug. Being sweaty doesn’t make me wonderful to embrace, as you can imagine, so it was brief but full of love. My body has been benefiting from not only the bike riding but the heavy lifting at work, and I think on this particular day I was looking very muscular and endowed. Sometimes the ride home can get me a little erect too, even if my mind isn’t on sex, but on this day I think it was a combination of both. My girlfriend made some flattering comments about my physique, and began to get a certain look on her face that I recognized as unabashed hunger, and moments later we were standing face to face in the kitchen, fucking. Now, she is almost a foot shorter than me, but we have found a way to fuck facing each other, while standing up. Most of the time it happens in the shower, but on this day I wanted to do it in this particular position because of our body heat. I knew I was going to be fucking, so I didn’t want my body hovering over hers, or hers over mine.
We stood, face to face, with my cock penetrating her at a very odd and severe angle, and I took out my lust and aggression from the day on her twat. Grasping one amazing ass cheek in each hand, I stared into her eyes as I pulled her towards me and pounded away at her pussy with both enjoyment and anger. She looked fantastic right there in front of me, and made some wonderful faces of erotic discomfort while I did my worst to her cunt. Never once did we deviate from this position, and eventually it started to get really painful for me. As good as it felt, I had to bring the fun to an end by allowing myself to orgasm. Dumping my seed into her, I pulled out, wiped off, and went right to making myself the usual after work snack I normally prepare, when I get home. My girlfriend cleaned herself up, and went back to working at her desk in the living room…
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pardon the absence (an explanation)
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Posted:Sep 12, 2012 7:17 pm
Last Updated:May 9, 2024 4:9 pm 33312 Views
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It’s always important to me that I don’t sound like a fool when I put up a blog post, but this often means I spend too much time composing, and not enough time actually putting up things for you to read. Right now, there are at least four mostly finished bits of writing on my desktop that just aren’t good enough yet. It’s silly, I know, but I’m hoping you’ll forgive me when I am suddenly absent for several days.
To give you an idea of how much free time I actually have to write, compose music, work on my radio program, and enjoy a moment with my girlfriend, I’d like to tell you what my daily life is like. Maybe that will also help you understand why I will often go several days without posting here. It’s not that there’s nothing going on, or worth sharing, it’s that there’s too much!
6:40am - Wake up
6:40 to 8:30am – Breakfast, emails, shower, prepare for bike ride to work
8:30 to 9am – Ride to work, change into work clothes
9 to 5pm – Work
5 to 5:30pm – Ride home, change out of bike clothes
5:30 to 6:30pm – Prepare and eat dinner
6:30 to 10pm – All the activities that I listed when I was talking about “free time” plus things like working on my adult video business, keeping up with people on Facebook, and other simple and relaxing activities like watching a movie or reading a book. I am lucky to have around 3 hours a night to do those things because…
10 to 6:40am – Sleep!
Sleep is important, especially since my job can so often be very physically demanding. I also ride to and from work five days a week, and don’t stop doing so when the weekend arrives. My body seriously needs time to rest, so I do my damnedest to give it what it needs. This includes a pretty clean, decent diet, so I am looking pretty damn good for my age.
My weekends are usually very busy, as you can imagine. In addition to catching up on all the things I simply cannot accomplish during the week I try to find a large section of time to spend with my girlfriend. Incidentally, she and I will be “breaking up” and moving out at the end of this month, but that’s not what this post is about at all. More on that in a few days…
Right now, it’s 7pm. That means I’ve worked a full day, rode the bike home, cooked and devoured dinner, and now I’m trying to catch up on the blog. Once I push the “Post” button I will likely log out, check a few emails, and then either look for a place to live, work on my radio program, or perhaps do some more writing. I know I need to start putting up some more pictures for you to enjoy.
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"The EsKape" on WTNRradio
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Posted:Sep 8, 2012 3:22 pm
Last Updated:May 9, 2024 4:9 pm 30850 Views
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For over a year I have been a DJ for WTNRradio, producing a two-hour show every week. Up until today, the name of the show has been "Our Ruinous Music" but that will hopefully be changing shortly. That I am renaming my show does not mean that I am going to change the way I DJ. You will still find the same eclectic mix that I always provide, unless I am highlighting and artist, genre, or uploading a live show that week.
Today's show is all about dungeon music, and it will be available for your listening pleasure on my channel, for the next seven days. Next Saturday, I will be uploading a new show, which I guarantee will be much less focused. You can visit my Archive any time you want and listen to or download any of my past shows, for free.
The address is on the picture. If you can't get that to work, just look for "K" while you are visiting WTNRradio. That's "K", not "DJ K".
Tonight, I will be doing a live set for my friend NaughtyMinXXX, who runs a kinky party every month at a place called Sindicate in SE Portland. More about that party in a future post...
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about me section (2)
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Posted:Sep 8, 2012 3:03 pm
Last Updated:Nov 22, 2013 12:54 pm 30709 Views
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Before I start sharing all these crazy stories about me, my life, my sexual escapades and so on, I should probably give you the basics about who I am. I've never been good at this, so forgive me if I ramble or get totally off track.
I was born the first day of December, 1972, in Walla Walla, Washington, which means I will be 40 years old in a few months. I pretty much grew up in, and have remained very close to, the Pacific NW, living in cities like Seattle, Spokane, and of course Portland. My mother's side of the family was mostly American Indian, while my father's was primarily of European/German/Polish descent. When you look at the history of the Polish, and the American Indians, you can see why my friend Dewaine dubbed me a very unlucky race. Throughout my public school education, my grades were excellent, but I was often bored and mischievous. I made it through the 11th grade before quitting, so I could just go out on my own and get a job. I would later get my GED, earning it with an honors score, while facing a few years in prison. Yes, I have been to jail many times, and to prison twice, but I'm not going to tell you any more about that right now.
I am an introvert. Antisocial, but only because I learned many years ago that people are mean-spirited jerks you simply cannot trust, that will talk behind your back and otherwise disappoint you many times during your so-called friendship. See, I'm rambling. As stated in my profile, I am artistic and creative, and hold a very special place in my heart for music. I love to go see live performances, but also appreciate ballet, theatre, opera, and many other forms of more primitive entertainment. Going to the arcade and playing video games is a guilty pleasure of mine, as is bowling. My musical taste is vast, and it's often easier to just say I haven't found an appreciation for much Country or Pop music, then try to list the kinds of music I like. I try to remain open to almost anything. In addition to listening to music, I am also a DJ, both online and for local kinky parties. I also write my own songs, and have an album out for sale right now.
For the past 10 years I have been a bicycle rider, and when I say this I mean that it has been my main form of transportation. During an average year, I will rack up nearly 1000 miles, and don't stop riding no matter what the weather is like. That means I can be seen out in the snow and ice too, and I suppose that makes me a bit loony. Thankfully the winters in Portland are only severe once in a great while. Riding keeps me fit and in shape, at least from the abs down, and my day job takes care of the rest. I won't reveal too much about where I work, except to say I am in both sales, and the warehouse side of the business. This means I often spend many hours a day lifting and moving heavy objects, which keeps my upper body looking pretty good as well. All in all, I get enough exercise during my daily routine that I don't really need to visit a gym. As it stands, I like my physique, and hope you will enjoy it too.
Sex is important to me, but so are love and friendships. Being an antisocial introvert means I do not have many friends, but seriously cherish the ones I do. It also means that when I fall in love, I fall hard, get serious quick, and often revolve my world around that person. That's probably not the healthiest thing to do, but it's who I am. I've never been in love with a man, but I've certainly loved my male friends, so that should make it pretty clear to everyone that my interests lie in the opposite sex. Romantic love is reserved for the ladies, but love in general is for all.
This is just another taste of who I am - keep reading for learn more.
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