by Ryan | Sep 20, 2019 | Conversation
Cuckold relationships tend to be very black and white, so to speak. People have very definite feelings about their validity as both a lifestyle and as a kink. In the following few paragraphs, I’m going to explain what this lifestyle is from an outsider’s perspective, show the pros and cons, and shine some light on one of my favourite taboo subjects. Keep in mind, as you read, that I am a cuckoldress so my views may not line up with your own, but I welcome discussions in the comments as long as they are respectful.
What is a cuckold?
A cuckold is traditionally defined as being a man in a subordinate sexual position to his partner who is turned on by the idea or act of his partner having a sexual relationship with another partner. There is a female version of the same fetish, but the term used there is cuckquean. The concept is the same, and most of the underlying reasonings are similar, but somewhere along the way, we just go our own term.
Why cuckolding?
There are a variety of reasons; some get off on the humiliation of not measuring up, others love watching their partner be with someone else for the voyeuristic aspect. Even within those two generalities there are subsections as well, such as the idea of being coerced into it by their partners, the racial undertones that can sometimes be associated with the fetish, the “surprise!” of finding out your partner has been cuckolding you all along, and even the added emasculation of feminization to add to their shame. It’s not just about the voyeurism (more than half don’t get to watch), but an underlying message of “You aren’t good enough.” For those who enjoy power exchange, that message is incredibly arousing. It instantly emasculates the man and continues to drive the point home with every instance of infidelity. It’s the real diamond being dangled in front of a Valkyrie … or the Twinkie on display in front of a kid that loves candy.
What kind of partner does this?
The kind that loves the man in their life, typically. Cuckolding is not about degradation so much as it’s a unique expression of love between two people. You have to have a stable relationship and a clear understanding of what each wants from the experience before you dip your toes in. This is not something for the average married couple looking to “spice things up.” Some couples try this and find it’s really not their cup of tea (some fetishes should remain fantasies), while others embrace it and take it on as their new normal. Female-led relationships are a cousin to this lifestyle and are sometimes spawned by an interest in cuckoldry.
So now you know … it’s romantic, but only to those that truly understand the dynamic. The only ridiculous thing is judging what someone else does in their bedroom.
by Ryan | Aug 28, 2019 | Conversation, Praise
BBC is explained using a variety of ways. To the non-kink-aware, it’s innocuous enough: British Broadcasting Corporation. For many years, they were the only game in town when it came to radio and television in the UK. To myself, and a particular Lewis Carroll fan out there in the universe, it’s the name of my computer: Big, Black Computer; fairly clear there as my computer takes up quite a bit of room and the NZXT case I bought for it is … well … quite black. Both descriptors are correct, though if you hear me talking about BBC here or on the phone, we both know I’m not talking about corporations or computers; I’m talking about cock. Big, Black Cock. Did that give you a little shiver? I bet it did, you little pervert! BUT, as we will soon find out, it’s not all equal.
How do you prefer your BBC?
This is where we get into the nuts and bolts. BBC comes with a variety of its own; not all cocks are equal. Admittedly, all BBC is vastly superior to your shrimpy white penis, but even with that, some are genuinely magnificent while others are simply better. I have known some men to have cocks that exceed eleven inches and are so heavy, it’s almost a cardio workout to give them a handjob, and I have also known men that are closer to nine inches (possibly even eight?!), but their cocks are … beautiful. I can’t say I have ever used that word to describe any of you, though I could be wrong. (and no, “cute” is not the same as beautiful) Some men are “cut,” or circumcised, while others are intact, and each of us has a preference for one or the other. I like the look of an intact man, and I can appreciate the sensitivity when I can roll his foreskin back and watch him shiver as your lips curl around that overly-sensitive head. You can’t tell me you don’t have the same appreciation for BBC; I’ve heard you moaning on the phone when we chat.
Is There Such A Thing As Small Black Cock?
In a word; no. Some are not as large as others, but there’s no such thing as a small one. Even if it’s eight inches, it still doesn’t qualify as being underwhelming, which is what I think of when I’m talking about small penes, such as yours. Even on your best day, you can’t measure up to a flaccid BBC, let alone compete with the big boys once they are erect. This is why YOU are the one on your knees, and not him. And that’s how it’s always going to be, end of the story.
If you’d like to discuss your desires, you know how to find me.
by Ryan | Aug 24, 2019 | Conversation
The other day, I posted about an exciting caller who introduced me to the idea of male lingerie. I relayed the story he told me about how he got started wearing pantyhose under his jeans, which involved a black-tie event for his company and his buying a tuxedo for the get-together. When he was finished purchasing the tux, the salesperson was talking to him about accessories, such as socks to wear and his bowtie.
Dress Socks
In the end, he told me about the salesperson convincing him that he couldn’t wear his regular socks with dress shoes (which is one-hundred percent accurate) and that he needed something thinner to wear. The salesperson brought out a pair of “dress socks” to demonstrate, which is when he commented on their similarity to stockings his girlfriend wears. The salesperson spent twenty minutes trying to sell him on “dress socks” to no avail, and it was on the drive home my client came up with an idea. He was passing a drugstore and he recalled thinking the socks felt like stockings, so he pulled in and went to the ladies stockings section. He confided in me that he was a tad overwhelmed with figuring things out from there and it was a sympathetic older woman who assisted him. Upon arriving at home, he threw the bag into a drawer and forgot all about it until the night of the event.
Pantyhose?!
Several days later, the event was upon him and he ran home after sticking late at another jobsite. According to him, he rushed into the shower, grabbed the tuxedo from the closet and “almost” forgot about the knee-highs. When he grabbed the package from the drawer, he tore into it and realized he’d made an error. He tried putting the socks on as he would any other pair … and promptly put his thumb through the gauzy material. As you can imagine, that put a ladder of some size into the nylon, which rendered them unwearable. Figuring he would grab a pair on the way to the event, he finished dressing, slipped his feet into a pair of sneakers temporarily, and took a ride down to the local market. It was there he panicked. There were no knee-highs, only pantyhose. He ended up in a pair of control-top sheer black pantyhose, and that was the day his life changed.
“My choices were to wear sneakers, pantyhose, or nothing. I knew I’d get annihilated in sneakers, and the idea of the blisters the salesperson warned me about wasn’t all that appealing. So I grabbed one of the packages and managed to figure out something close to what size I was supposed to be wearing. Managed to get through the checkout, rush back home to change, and get to the hotel before the event really kicked off. At first, I couldn’t concentrate on anything but that weird pressure on my cock from where the pantyhose were, but it faded as the night went on. Even started to feel a little good. It wasn’t turning me on so much as it was just … nice.”
Onward!
“Next day I went back to wearing my regular jeans, but I noticed they didn’t feel quite the same. I couldn’t figure it out til I was sitting down to dinner a few days later and I noticed my girlfriend wearing stockings under her trousers. I asked her and she said she wore ’em because she liked the way they looked and felt. That ended up in a conversation between us that led to her encouraging me to wear a pair under my jeans the next day. And now, four years later, here I am. I’ve tried everything from panties to dresses; it’s not the dressing up that feels right, just the stockings. And it’s not usually so sexual but … well sometimes it is,” he informed me.
Shortly after that, we ended the call but I keep hoping to hear back from him again. The idea of a man that enjoys wearing pantyhose without the associated fetishes was such a new experience for me!
by Ryan | Aug 18, 2019 | Conversation
Stroking your cock doesn’t require much equipment, at it’s most basic. If it did, you wouldn’t have been doing it the same way for so long! But what happens when you get tired of just doing the same old way? Some of you explore new techniques; others read up on enhancing your fantasies. And some of you … well, you get “stuck.” Follow this checklist to improve your next
jerk-off session (or bring some of these items to your next guided masturbation call!). To coin a phrase, “Something tried, something true, nothing dried, Let’s screw!”
Slippery When Wet – Lube
Friction is everything, but sometimes it can be too much of a good thing. Finding a good quality lube to go with your cock stroking is one of the most critical pieces of the process that gets overlooked. You would be surprised how many of my callers tell me they’ve never tried lube, and less amazed by how many of them then come back and tell me how amazing the difference is once they’ve tried it.
Several years ago, Men’s Health released an article on choosing the perfect lube for your penis. While their article was geared towards overall reasons to use lube, they did have a portion dedicated to masturbation. Their recommended lube is one I also put at the top of my list; Boy Butter. It’s easy clean-up, lasts a good, long while for those extended sessions, and has a reasonable price-tag. It’s also mostly chemical-free for those of us with sensitivities. If you don’t want to order online, you can always go to the local drugstore and pick up a mass-market product, but be aware of what you’re grabbing. Water-based lubes are easy to clean up, but they dry out surprisingly fast (I know … water that dries??), while oil-based lubes are just sticky and gloppy messes you have to be careful not to get onto anything. Silicone lube is nice, but again, they can get messy, so use them sparingly.
Get A Grip – Technique
So you have the slick, now let’s talk about technique. I mean, sure, you can grab hold and go to town, but you’ve been doing that, and there’s a reason you are here. There’s more to it than just back and forth, up and down! When you place a call to your phone sex mistress (or do it on your own!) you can discover a whole new world of twist, turn, tug, and tighten. Did you know you can get off just by rubbing the head of your cock? It doesn’t happen quickly, but the sensation is one you’ll never forget (okay so it’s technically a version of edge play. Sue me; I like teasing). Sure, the up and down is easy, but with a little practice, so can some of the newer techniques. Ever try just using a few fingers, but increasing the pressure? How about palming the shaft while you pump your hips?
Clean Up – Aisle YOU
It never fails. The moment after you cum, you go to reach for something to clean up and … all you have is your underwear. Or a shirt you stripped off. Of course, you’re going to do laundry, but you’re never going to not think of that article of clothing as being “something you came on.” Do yourself a favor and grab a towel, a wet-nap, or even some tissue before the main event. It makes your life easier and saves you on laundry soap!
by Ryan | Jan 9, 2018 | Conversation, NSFW
Many of you have expressed interest in reading some of my writing. So I thought I’d make a habit of posting a little tidbit. Think of this as fanfiction for gay porn. The two characters are Danny Gunn and, well, it could be anyone; could even be you. Anyway, thank you for being willing to read my porn.
The Conference
He idly wondered if he was ever going to get out of this fucking meeting. Well, no. He was idly wondering if he was ever going to get out of this meeting, so he could fuck. Yeah, that was definitely closer to the truth. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he smirked. He knew exactly who was messaging him, there was no reason to look at his phone. It was more fun to smile across the conference room table at him.
He had noticed the blonde man almost from the first moment he sat down. He had no idea who the man was, but his cock twitched hard enough he had to catch his breath. The almost delicate features were in stark contrast to a mouth that was made of every one of the seven deadly sins. He had never in his life been so grateful for the tedious task of going around the table with introductions. He idly made note of names of others before his dark honeyed seduction introduced himself.
“Danny, Manufacturing,” he said in a firm voice. He noted his voice was clear, a tenor to his own bass. As he turned to smile at the others sitting at the table, their eyes caught and held for a moment longer than was professionally necessary. He couldn’t be sure if he’d seen those icy blue eyes widen ever so slightly; eyebrow arching up delicately. He tuned the introductions out until it was his turn. He deliberately looked at Danny when he spoke, as though introducing himself directly to the man.
He smiled as he noticed Danny turning to his phone before his next breath after he’d mentioned his name. The smirk came as he realized the gamble worked.
by Ryan | Dec 31, 2017 | Conversation
End of the year is a time to examine everything that we loved (and hated) about the year we’re leaving behind. And 2017 is a great year to be leaving in the dust. I can’t speak for everyone but, for myself, this last year sucked. I mean, 2017 had some truly beautiful moments but, overall, it was a punch to the face wearing no gloves. There’s no easy way to explain everything we’ve been through, except to acknowledge it’s been a rough one to get through. On the plus side, congratulations for making it to the end!
End of the year blues
Despite how much this year took the wind out of my sails, I’m always a bit melancholy on New Year’s Eve. Looking back on the year, I certainly had positive moments. Moving further north at the beginning of the year, surviving my first hurricane party (renal failure notwithstanding), discovering an inner bottom I wasn’t aware I even had. I’m not sad about any of these things but … I guess I’m sad that I can only ever experience those things once. Certainly I can enjoy the residuals (no, not renal failure. That wasn’t fun and I don’t want to do that again) but that magic of the very first time … that will never be the same.
New Year Nervousness
As much as I will miss everything I’ve experienced for the first time, I have a certain amount of nervous energy about 2018. What will it bring into my life? What joys are waiting for me? What heartbreak will be in my future? (Please, I can’t take any more hits. Don’t take that as a challenge, Universe) What are my goals for the end of the year 2018? It’s all a blank slate and the future is bright. Are you wearing your shades? (please. Like you expected I would bypass that particular opportunity?)
Let’s talk soon about what your goals are. What fears do you have about the coming year? Did you accomplish something outstanding in 2017?
It’s a new year. The end of the year is behind us.
Be bold.
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