Bi-Sexual Male / 40
First let me say I'm not anything special for being a guy, average looks with an average sized cock. I never had beautiful women in my bed but I have had attractive women in my bed over the years.
I got into Kink in my early 30's. I met a gal from Argentina that turned my world upside down in the bedroom. She loved using my cock and sex toys too. She was into vibes and introduced me to anal sex (both ways) as well.
Between the two of us we experimented sexually, bdsm, role play, etc. We even made a couple of bdsm movies and we would fuck watching our previously recorded video's.
She was a hairstylist, manicurist, and managed a Salon. Sometimes I would go to the Salon and walk into the back room, she would follow a few minutes later. She always wore skirts with high heels or boots, depending on the time of year. I would hike up her skirt in the backroom and finger her pussy until she came.
She would come home and order me to my fours and have me pull down my jeans. A moment later I would feel the sting of that riding crop on my bare ass. That was punishment for what I had done to her earlier at the Salon. It was all a game, and one we both enjoyed immensely!
I never had anal sex till I met her. The first time I got inside her that way I truly felt it was the closest thing to heaven. It was her idea, not mine. I loved every moment of it, until she told me it was my turn.
Horrible experience to say the least, I felt like that strapon dildo was tearing my insides apart. She told me she was going to break me in one way or the other. It seemed to take a long time before I could take that dildo without truly screaming in pain more than pleasure.
Then it was payback for her. We would go to Las Vegas for a few days, gambling mostly at the machines. My payback was to take an anal plug and insert it inside of her, of course there was the small fat dildo I inserted into her pussy as well. She would sit at the machines and gamble with both holes filled with sex toys for hours at a time. We would get back to the Hotel Room and fuck like rabid dogs in heat, sometimes literally tearing our clothes off each other as we got to the bed.
We began to use bigger dildo's on each other, her especially. At some point I actually stopped fucking her with my Dick, only in her behind. The dildo's were larger in diameter and I stretched her pussy to the limit. It almost became a challenge on how far we each of us could go sexually.
She always had long nails and she destroyed my back often, raking them over my skin, digging them into my back and wherever else she could. Sometimes it looked like a had fallen into razor wire after we had sex. She began to draw blood that seemed to only heighten the sexual pleasure with her. Sometimes she would even bite me, leaving her teeth marks into my skin.
Our relationship wasn't perfect by any means, we had our fights like everyone else. She also had a temper and she would fly off the handle for trivial shit. There were times it got edgy and almost physical, I'm not sure if our sex life had something to do with it? Sometimes I would be so mad I would want to slap her face and then I imagined fucking her raw with one of the strapon dildo's. I would fuck the anger out of her, was my line of thinking I suppose.
Maybe she was trying to provoke me in the same manner? Sometimes she could really lay into my ass with the riding crop or flogger, I know she enjoyed seeing my ass a hot pink color. Maybe she really wanted to have a go at me while she was so pissed off?
Many times I had really considered going down that path but we never got that far. A huge disagreement turned into a serious fight over a family issue. For weeks we didn't speak to each other nor could we stand to be in the same room together, we didn't eat, sleep, or fuck together anymore.
Then one day I came home from work and all of her things were gone! No note, no nothing what so ever. All of the sex toys, bdsm gear and outfits gone as well. I called down to the Salon where she managed, the girl said she had quit several days earlier. I drove to the Salon to see for myself. All of her hair and nail equipment was gone just as the girl had said on the phone earlier.
I never heard another word from her again, that was almost Ten years ago. After a few months I tried dating again, the women were nice, attractive, but they wern't what I wanted or needed.
How does a person go on with someone else after having what I had? The idea of trying to make love to a woman didn't arouse me. I tried hookers, thinking I could get some satisfaction in that way.
To this day I am single, I want a girlfriend but I know it won't work. I have dates only and then run home and turn on my laptop to find bdsm porn. Of course that doesn't make anything better, only makes me miss having that kind of sex even more.
I scour Craigslist, looking for someone that has posted something to my liking. It's never even close to what I had with her. I get a lot of CD's that reply, they seem to want abuse in some fashion. I don't know, I like women too much to even think about crossing over, no pun intended..................
I got into Kink in my early 30's. I met a gal from Argentina that turned my world upside down in the bedroom. She loved using my cock and sex toys too. She was into vibes and introduced me to anal sex (both ways) as well.
Between the two of us we experimented sexually, bdsm, role play, etc. We even made a couple of bdsm movies and we would fuck watching our previously recorded video's.
She was a hairstylist, manicurist, and managed a Salon. Sometimes I would go to the Salon and walk into the back room, she would follow a few minutes later. She always wore skirts with high heels or boots, depending on the time of year. I would hike up her skirt in the backroom and finger her pussy until she came.
She would come home and order me to my fours and have me pull down my jeans. A moment later I would feel the sting of that riding crop on my bare ass. That was punishment for what I had done to her earlier at the Salon. It was all a game, and one we both enjoyed immensely!
I never had anal sex till I met her. The first time I got inside her that way I truly felt it was the closest thing to heaven. It was her idea, not mine. I loved every moment of it, until she told me it was my turn.
Horrible experience to say the least, I felt like that strapon dildo was tearing my insides apart. She told me she was going to break me in one way or the other. It seemed to take a long time before I could take that dildo without truly screaming in pain more than pleasure.
Then it was payback for her. We would go to Las Vegas for a few days, gambling mostly at the machines. My payback was to take an anal plug and insert it inside of her, of course there was the small fat dildo I inserted into her pussy as well. She would sit at the machines and gamble with both holes filled with sex toys for hours at a time. We would get back to the Hotel Room and fuck like rabid dogs in heat, sometimes literally tearing our clothes off each other as we got to the bed.
We began to use bigger dildo's on each other, her especially. At some point I actually stopped fucking her with my Dick, only in her behind. The dildo's were larger in diameter and I stretched her pussy to the limit. It almost became a challenge on how far we each of us could go sexually.
She always had long nails and she destroyed my back often, raking them over my skin, digging them into my back and wherever else she could. Sometimes it looked like a had fallen into razor wire after we had sex. She began to draw blood that seemed to only heighten the sexual pleasure with her. Sometimes she would even bite me, leaving her teeth marks into my skin.
Our relationship wasn't perfect by any means, we had our fights like everyone else. She also had a temper and she would fly off the handle for trivial shit. There were times it got edgy and almost physical, I'm not sure if our sex life had something to do with it? Sometimes I would be so mad I would want to slap her face and then I imagined fucking her raw with one of the strapon dildo's. I would fuck the anger out of her, was my line of thinking I suppose.
Maybe she was trying to provoke me in the same manner? Sometimes she could really lay into my ass with the riding crop or flogger, I know she enjoyed seeing my ass a hot pink color. Maybe she really wanted to have a go at me while she was so pissed off?
Many times I had really considered going down that path but we never got that far. A huge disagreement turned into a serious fight over a family issue. For weeks we didn't speak to each other nor could we stand to be in the same room together, we didn't eat, sleep, or fuck together anymore.
Then one day I came home from work and all of her things were gone! No note, no nothing what so ever. All of the sex toys, bdsm gear and outfits gone as well. I called down to the Salon where she managed, the girl said she had quit several days earlier. I drove to the Salon to see for myself. All of her hair and nail equipment was gone just as the girl had said on the phone earlier.
I never heard another word from her again, that was almost Ten years ago. After a few months I tried dating again, the women were nice, attractive, but they wern't what I wanted or needed.
How does a person go on with someone else after having what I had? The idea of trying to make love to a woman didn't arouse me. I tried hookers, thinking I could get some satisfaction in that way.
To this day I am single, I want a girlfriend but I know it won't work. I have dates only and then run home and turn on my laptop to find bdsm porn. Of course that doesn't make anything better, only makes me miss having that kind of sex even more.
I scour Craigslist, looking for someone that has posted something to my liking. It's never even close to what I had with her. I get a lot of CD's that reply, they seem to want abuse in some fashion. I don't know, I like women too much to even think about crossing over, no pun intended..................
