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About myself, I'm a 24 year old guy with two countries as a background. I am currently bicurious, and have had some experience with group sex, but really not much interaction. I've been too afraid or nervous to go ahead and let loose!I made this blog to meditate and think about my attraction to group sex, if I have it or not to then later live it or not. I love all forms of group sex, and I find it actually quite beautiful and an awesome idea. I just couldn't wrap my head around the logistics! If you want to talk with me, please do I will always respond.
Maids… why does it seem like an erotic idea? And… sharing cum???? Why.. does this appeal to me? Why?
Well… let’s begin…. I am a submissive man, but in personality I am far from that. In reality I shut up, follow instructions, but burn inside to take the lead, control and tell everyone what to do. I want to control my world, my work is perfection because that is what it is about… 3D work and controlling my graphical world, my stories.. I am a leader and I want to control. I want to dominate. I want.. her to obey me. I want to tell her that she shouldn’t feel sad, that she should crave happiness, crave me. I want her to listen to me and follow me, trust me, and work with me. I want her to follow my lead and to adventure with me, follow what I want to explore. I want her to be by my side even if I don’t know where I am going, and still trust me. I don’t want her to complain, but be grateful that I am trying to give her what I can. I want her to crave me though…
So a maid…
She serves me, she obeys me, she does her work without me telling her to, she knows her duties, her boundaries. She knows that she must follow my lead and trust me blindly. She knows I will provide, house, and my matters will be my own, they are not her place.. but at the same time she is in my very life and living space. She is there, with me, at all times.
And I can trust her.
I want her to crave the desire to please me, to want me. I want her to worship me and look up to me.
This picture has two of them, imagine that multiplied by two… and imagine them craving me so much that they would share it from their mouths before me.
NO THAT… is ideal.
I would want to be a full man for this, not my pansy self…
But sometimes I am so afraid, not sure if really I am being too rude or mean, abusive.
I don’t want to be abusive………………….
So all of this I still don’t understand, how to control my woman. She often controls me more………..
This is a blog post with porn attached to it.
It’s March already. I just made a list for all the things I should do. This week will be busy. I look at the past and think I haven’t done much with my life. I saw something from the wise mallard duck saying I should invest my time in chasing my dreams over just putting in time into my significant other. That has be why I’m somewhat depressed right now… But then I got to get my dreams clear. It is work and a lifestyle and creative ability, but also a person or people and shared thoughts, body fluids and emotions. But I’m overwhelmed! Varios jobs looking for means to live and socialise, including food, people, everyday tasks…. I’m starting to feel paralysed, very incapable of everything. I need something to let me shrug it all off and realise I can, and just do it.
I am right now on a taxi, skipping work, escaping my duties, feeling paralysed, not able to move and do the simple things… So I’m fucking all and will go to her, and we will fuck, if all goes well.. And I think this time I will not let her complain her way out of it.
I need to let go.
And I need to let it go into someone.
Btw. I love these pictures, being in her as she pleases another before me, a human centipede the way it should be.
This.. this…. is amazing…. And how their eyes are closed or hidden.. they are in the moment, not caring who or where they come from or what they have done in life.. just enjoying the attention and the bodies mixing, holding each other up… this….
This is all what it’s all about.. liberation for her to let it go, do what she always wanted to do… and even for myself also, live the fantasy that I always dreamed of, not let emotions, complicated relationship and history, no harm, no pain, just….. forgiveness all around, no awkward moments.. meh.. I’m getting too ideal. I wish it was this simple, like in the pictures. I wish I had friends and partners who would do this. I wish I didn’t have a family or culture that would look down on it. I wish a lot of things… So I like the art of seducing.. people.. making think it’s their idea to endulge in what I’d love to endulge in. Yes.. i get nervous and don’t follow through.. but I like the idea. I want to make people do what they secretly want to do…. and do it with them, do what I want to secretly do with them… yeah, I want that.
And.. having a couple of people, just a couple, like 2.. open up just a little, one anon and another special… makes this all the more worthwhile - bring out the secrets. This is why I blog, this is what it’s all about.. and this is just a great post with a great reminder for a great future and life….
Heaven can be on earth.
Pardon my gushiness.
Here is an alternative. I wrote this the night previous, but didn’t manage to save it to the right blog. So here goes! I am resting a bit and gaining some strength! Just.. a thought about keeping life under control, and trying to understand.. how to seduce a kitten without… you know… obligating, but that she’d want it - need it, crave it.. every so faithfully. Now that would be an art!
She was his kitten.
He had her come out her way everyday, to come to his work, his office. And faithfully she would show. But more than that, he had her dress for the occasion. The men at the office would always stare, but try to avoid eye contact.
He knew that. He knew her also. He knew every time she would cross the city to visit, every time he’d have her, everyone shed wall l out gorgeous and dressed for him, filled.. The men would stake, and she’d want more and come back again and again, ever so faithfully.
So this time… He’d blind fold her. And whoever worked the hardest will get a special bonus that day.
That are tanned, lost in the moment, heated by the sun, wet and hot, humid and covered in sweat. I want to be there, over heating from the weather and the activity. I want to be lost in such a sensory overload that am my worries and fears will fade. I want to leave my problems to wait, they will always be till death, so let me just fuck it, and escape… Every now and then.
I want to be there, hard and in, covered in her juice, hard and firm. I want to watch the other girl spring on her face, I want to know another girls lips smear and taint my girls lips. I want to kiss her after and do it knowingly, that she was marked by another girl, while she was mine.. I want to escape.
The way she looks into the camera with her eyes, the center of their attention. She has the control, pushed there. She looks vengeful, like… I don’t know…
Sometimes when we fight… sometimes me and my girl get so low with what we say over facebook and the phone. She gets locked up, like an electrical pulse tensioning the her muscles to a stiff log… she then speaks things that are aimed to hit home.. like going with some other guy or her “bitch”.. a series of guys she used for fucks, nothing more. A booty call, on demand. I dunno… if she ever did get that angry to the point that she would do that just to piss me off.. I think it would do the oppossite.. and I’d wanna watch. And then fuck her senseless after she’s covered.
Sometimes…. we fight… sometimes we do.. sometimes it’s childish, sometimes I’m a dick, sometimes we are not nice to each other…
And as much as a fight might escalate into this - I am happy we can both say sorry, and forgive each other. There is no feeling better than being forgiven for what you have done.. and as humbling it is to say sorry…. sometimes the fight is not worth it. I was wrong… I am wrong… it was wrong.. please forgive me….
But if you ever do come to get so angry as to do something like this, can you take pictures? Or even… have me watch?
Or better yet… maybe I’ll just punish you with this……………….
In sync…. this is tingly..
Right now life is somewhat confusing… not sure how it’s going to happen.
She gets around… man. She… really has some regulars, and some extras.. and they all are awesome to share her, and she loves being their little… slut… I dunno.. I seem to be talking a little more dirty these days!