Male Submission Art

Happy Holidays,

Barren brain without input

I’ve been trying for weeks to come up with a new story. Nothing has piqued my interest. Nothing comes to mind. Nothing. I write in the vanilla world and I never lack for ideas there, so this is perplexing. If you have input I am open to suggestion.

tsk, tsk

Ok I’m back. Spam. Gotta love it.

I haven’t hit anyone in a long time. I haven’t even annoyed or tormented anyone recently. Volunteers? No wait! I did hit Kingsnake a few weeks ago. What a pleasant surprise that was. I may have left a few marks. I haven’t heard back from him yet … still wondering if he got in trouble with his wife and/or girlfriend. I sure hope so! But that’s just the sadistic side of me.

Anyway thanks for the call Gypc. See you somewhere!

Spidr

So, at the ripe old age of 55 I take a job as road manager for a band. Said band plays a gig at Hollywood Forever, which you may or may not know is that cemetery in Los Angeles with some of the most famous people in film and in California history. So I schmooz with one of the owners. At some point one of the band members slips me a styrofoam cup with about 1 1/2 ounces of green liquid in it, gives me a sly grin and says, “check it out babe”. My first reaction was to slap him, but I digress.

I sniffed, raised an eyebrow in surprise, gave him a promising smile, and sipped, very cautiously. Oh my. Absinthe. It took the two of us most of the evening to finish the heady  delight in a styrofoam cup. Oh for a crystal glass.

I mentioned later on to the owner how much I had enjoyed it and my long interest. He mentioned there had been an Absinthe tasting party a few weeks before and they had all this extra Absinthe just laying about and he would probably give it away to the employees. I asked if he would hire me. He laughed and offered me a bottle to which I accepted.

As we were settling for the performance that night he presented me with a brand new bottle of beautiful green fluid, Absinthe, and asked me if I knew how to properly drink it … with the little spoon and a cube of sugar. I shyly said I had read about it but had never seen one and would have to get one. To which he pulled one sterling Absinthe spoon from his desk drawer and handed me.

Cruising down the highway in the wee hours of the morning I casually mentioned my acquisition to my drinking buddy. He was furious and green with envy and assumed I would share it with him and demanded to know what I had had to do to get my hands on the bottle. I smiled coyly, batted my eyelashes and said it was my secret.

He still thinks I gave the guy a blow job or had sex with his girlfriend while he shot the whole thing. I let him think that. He wants part of the bottle and I have made it clear, HE will have to earn it the same way I did, and to call me when ready.  I haven’t heard from him yet.

Spidr

I will sashay past you and brush your ass with my round belly, brush your hand, whisper in your ear, and still you will wait. For the word. One word.

Mine.

S.

S.

Trudge through the warm asphalt at the Spidrsden door and drag your ass back to my embrace. Turn your back to me when you approach – shun me a moment. I will lean in – press my warm breath upon your neck – whisper in your ear – rack my nails down your sides – leaving warm tears.

Antonia pressed her chest upon the mans back, wrapped her long arms around him and racked her painted nails across his nipples as he quivered with anticipation. She smoothed her palms along the lines of his abdomen and toward his crotch entangling her fingers deeply into his patch of fur. She writhed up and down in a humping motion enticing him more. The man’s breathing quickened as did Antonias and their bodies locked together in a pulse of desire.

Antonia bent him forward and his cheeks naturally splayed apart as she ran one hand along the underside of his growing cock coddling his balls and finding her way to his hole. Her own manhood growing in lust. She fingered the hole and he moaned.

The man had so long longed for this moment and dared not think it would really happen this night – such a lovely tall strong persona Antonia is.

He reared toward her. And met Anthony’s cock – full and thick – hot and pounding, and he gasped as it pushed into him. The man closed his eyes as the cock went deeper and began to thrust in and out. Anthony was slow and careful, cradling him in his arms, whispering in his ear, biting his ears and neck and shoulders.

Their heat rose and the pace quickened and they fucked hard. Anthony pounded at the man’s asshole and the man met every stroke. Finally Anthony screamed and his climax burst into spasms and gasps and he racked Antonia’s nails over the mn’s chest and blood-red lines welled up. The man shuddered with his own bone shuddering climax.

They fell into a different heap and kissed and gasped and fondled and wrestled each other into submission and laughed with pleasure. Tenderly the man stroked Anthony’s muscular body, his arms and legs and his sweaty neck, licking the salt from the hollow at the base.

The End.

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Antonia sat before the mirror at the dressing  table carefully applying lipstick. First the nude base coat, then the deeper almost red fill, then a fine line of burgundy around the outside. She pressed her lips together to smooth any spots, smiled to check her teeth and beamed. A little gloss in the middle of both upper and lower lip and the preparations were complete. Antonia inspected herself critically in the mirror – the false lashes had been carefully applied, the eye liner smooth and flawless, perfectly powdered, she played about her golden locks with fingers long, slender and strong. The fingernails impeccably red.

Standing, she adjusted the tiny leather corset lifting her blossoming breasts – nipples barely covered – and caressed her own skin above the top line of leather. Antonia tottered across the floor to the full length mirror to look at herself. She was well-practiced in walking in the platform slingback sandals. The snug black leather shorts strained against her buttocks and the crack of her ass, and her cheeks peeked out from the hem as she bent and ran her hands up and down each leg inspecting for stubble … smooth as a baby’s bottom. Standing again she reached to the warm full crotch of her shorts and adjusted the cock and balls that were snugly filling them. There was a slightly noticeable bulge – a bulge just big enough to catch the eye of anyone looking for a bulge in this girls pants. And she smiled at her image in the mirror.

Tall and confident, Antonia entered the bar and took in the patrons with a sweeping glance. There was no hesitation in her step or demeanor as she stepped to the bar and ordered a  slow screw up against the wall. Turning back toward the room she smiled at the cute blonde approaching her. As their bodies met in the warm dim light Antonia placed a hand on her neck and kneaded the blonde’s throat with her firm thumb and worked it over the trachea as the blonds eyes glazed and vocal cords meowled. Antonia threw back her head and laughed hard as she pushed the blonde away. Not tonight she thought –  tonight I’m going to fuck me some ass – some man’s ass – real hard.

She stood, one foot up on the bar stool rung, knees splayed comfortably wide. The leather shorts were challenged to maintain their hold on Anthony’s package. Quick eyes continued to scan the room for possible conquests while quaffing down the drink.

There was a slightly nervous man in a corner booth watching Antonia and her movements, watching her splayed knees, watching her slightly bulging crotch. Watching her beautiful generous face and hands. He knew he was watching what he sought. He didn’t know if he would get it.

Antonia relaxed her stance, dropped her chin and gazed through the long lashes into the man’s eyes and held his gaze. She continued to hold it until the man covered his face with his hands as if to clear his vision and check his reality. When he looked back Antonia had turned and was laughing at a joke told by the barkeeper.

The man stilled himself, spoke harshly to the rising tide in his own pants and took a few deep breaths to steele himself. He rose, jammed his hands into his pockets, partly to cover the persistent erection and partly because it was a habit of his, and carefully strode toward her. Antonia felt his presence, turned her upper body toward him, smiled sweetly and drawled “Hi Baby”. The man melted with desire.

After a few drinks together, Antonia suggested they leave for somewhere more private. This was after they had slow danced to the throb of Steppenwolf’s Pusher droning into their minds while Antonia’s swelling cock strained and attempted escape from those tiny black leather shorts and pushed at the man’s nearly paralyzed groin.

Once in Antonia’s room she allowed the man to use the bathroom and when he came out she slid him to a chair and tied his ankles to its’ legs and his wrists behind him. She slow danced in front of him and pressed his swollen cock into the man’s face while he tried desperately to lick it. She turned and bent some to press her ass to his nose and with one finger slipped the escaping cock and balls from one side of the shorts. It was hard. The man gasped with pleasure to see the fulness of it.

His own rising cock was straining at his pants, wet now with the pre cum seeping from it; his breath short and ragged. “Please”, he begged, “take me”. Antonia laughed and ripped the man’s shirt open tracing her nails across his chest.

To be continued!

Hugz and thirty lashes!

Hahaha! I enjoy knowing that you wait. I enjoy knowing what the wait does to you. I enjoy your aggravation with me, and at having to wait.

Hang on to your pointer.