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I’ve written on other parts of this website about how it’s the tool I’m using to learn WordPress. It’s actually been mostly a joy to work on and I’ve kept interest in the project due to it’s sexual nature. Great, use the energy you have in the world to propel yourself further. But it’s been difficult to learn. I’m trying to learn the new full site editing and creating a dynamic site with no paid plugins or themes, simply the base 2022 template. I’m hoping some of y’all are and able to relate. But I sit here all day at…

It isn’t really about the ears, is it? I am sitting on the floor of my apartment, as he leans back on the couch. His legs are draped over my shoulders, feet dangling in my face. I sniff deeply and smell the sweat on his socks, he wore them a few extra days just for me. My hands reach up to rub his feet, the socks slightly damp beneath my fingers. I guide them closer to my face and kiss them slightly, inhaling deeply one last time before peeling off his socks. As I start to lick the soles of…

My knees were a little bruised the next day but I kind of liked it. After all, I did strip naked in the middle of his living room, get on my knees and crawl over to him. I’ve never done that before.  That floor was fucking hard! But seeing his 8 inch cock staring at me motivated me like you wouldn’t believe. Let me back it up a little. This guy is one of my regulars. Let’s call him Don. He’ll text me when he wants to use my throat and if I’m around and able, I will always serve…

I like to share my toys. There’s nothing like having a sub with the right chemistry and comfort to bring in more friends. Or when you get a sub that just lends itself to serving multiple tops, like my main fag Footstool. He’s just a natural toy to share and when we are having sessions alone together my mind floods with ideas on how much fun it would be if John, Chris, or Brett were there; or better yet all of them at once. Footstool is on the same page as I am; the more sane and safe guys the…

‘Down’, he said as he walked in. I got into position: on all fours, head bowed. He walked past me into my living room. ‘Stay.’ I could hear the shuffling of items as he settled in. ‘Come boy’, he called from other room. I crawled towards his voice and found myself kneeling on the bathroom floor. ‘Kiss my feet’, he said, as he washed his hands. As always, he hadn’t worn socks. His feet smelled of sweat and tasted of salt, mixed with the scent of fresh bleach from the recently cleaned bathroom floor. ‘Explain to me what you have…

Richard Puller and I (Also known as Footstool) went to a movie tonight. He picked it out. Some small budget flick at the Angelica Midtown. Not the fancy Angelica Theater I’m told, but some offshoot. Well, fuck, I live on the N line so this is the main theater for me. I love some convenience, and my heart hates those damn subway stairs. It wasn’t exactly what he had been planning. He likes to go out and drink, and something tells me he wants to be seen out with me and show me off, and honestly, at this point, I…