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Thoughts on BDSM from and advanced age
2 years ago. January 1, 2022 at 8:43 PM

An Introduction to Mr. Ulf Heart:

Ulf Heart speaks 4 languages and smells of rich mahogany and leather bound books. He drinks beer with the Dos Equis guy. He is handsome, intelligent, talented, charming, witty, and above all, humble. Rumor has it that Ulf is a billionaire inventor, has worked at CIA, NSA, NASA and CERN, explored eight continents including Atlantis, won two Nobel prizes, a Pulitzer, six Grammys and People magazine’s 'Sexiest Man Alive' three years running.
In fact he is pleased to announce that he feels completely secure in his ongoing retirement since he regularly buys lottery tickets and was recently named a finalist in the Publisher's Clearing House Sweepstakes.
Ulf was born as a baby in a small town behind the wall in western North Carolina so long ago that his birth certificate is in the national archives, so how he can claim to be 39 years old is anybody's guess. As an only child, a fact that greatly disturbed both his brother and sister, the first several weeks of his life were largely uneventful, with most of his limited attention directed towards eating, a habit that he still practices to this day. At just three years of age, the boy developed an unhealthy interest in baboons. This would go on to play an important role in his life. Just before his fourth birthday his family moved to a small town in Central North Carolina where the main tourist attraction was the lump on the mayor’s forehead.. Not to be undone by their trickery, he sneaked into the car and accompanied them. At the age of six he was left an orphan, but not knowing what to do with it he gave it back. Although the remainder of his early records are sealed by court order, we can tell you that, outside of once being bitten by the tooth fairy, he had a "typical childhood" with his "parents". A copy of his high school yearbook says he was voted as "Most Likely to Be Identified By His Dental Records." Later he attended, and was often asked to leave, several major colleges and universities in numerous states, finally earning a Masters Degree in Technology and Doctorates in both Psychology and Parapsychology.
In 1974, Ulf, an amateur subversive and devout agnostic, entered the record books as the first man to break all Ten Commandments in all fifty states in fifty days. Although the June 2-3 Missouri/Kansas cross border murder/idolatry spree casts a pall over the record, he remains proud of his accomplishment. It was during this period that he developed the ability to light cigarettes while his hands were handcuffed behind his back.
On July 4, 1976 he held the first annual Independence Day North Carolina Barbecue, Rock & Roll Doughnut Bacon Fest and Outdoor Brain Fry, and even after numerous evictions the yearly event remains a favorite of the friends who can pull together enough still firing brain cells to remember it on July 5th. Of course in recent years, there are a lot fewer people having sex in the backyard and practically no LSD.  Ropes have become a lot more numerous...
Mr. Heart was involved in many, various contacts with alien cultures during his travels to the Aztec temples in Central Mexico. He considers these to be of great importance as this seemed to be a factor in his being the largest known repository of the Alpha Centauri IV (known locally as Pligbodop) language and culture.
Ulf has been known to occasionally imbibe in the consumption of adult beverages. Friends have noted that when he eats peanuts you can hear them splash. He once woke up in North Korea in early March and his last memory was the New Year's Eve party at the Halekulani in Waikiki.
After many years working for small companies, went on to found and destroy a number of businesses of his own. Since he is no longer allowed to experiment with weapons of mass destruction, he spent 25 years working for a software systems company and now has recently retired as owner and Principal Consulting Engineer for his own consulting LLC.
Mr Heart enjoys acting in local plays, singing and performing stand-up comedy (unless prevented by a restraining order) and relates a much more interesting story of his life when he does so because, well, frankly, he lies a lot.

2 years ago. December 28, 2021 at 8:10 PM

You can be provocative and sexy wearing as little as a feather or as much as a burnoose. The MIND is the most powerful sex organ. Learning to project the CONCEPT of yourself as a beautiful sexual creature leaves a much more lasting and erotic memory than a pair of tight pants just like everyone else is wearing. KNOWING that you are beautiful in the eyes of your Sir gives you the inner glow and confidence to draw the eyes of everyone in the room. Your poise and inner beauty will reflect well on him, making him PROUD to be in your company and the envy of all who see you, because YOU are the quintessential submissive woman.

2 years ago. December 28, 2021 at 4:10 AM

You must never call yourself a sub. A sub is a sandwich made from cheap meats and quickly devoured and forgotten. You are a submissive or submissive woman, God's greatest gift to a dominant man. Always to leave an imprint on all that you meet. Be tall. Be proud. And wear your service as an honor and a privilege. Your motto is "Head up, shoulders back, tits out, and smile!"

2 years ago. December 27, 2021 at 9:12 PM

She's been texting for weeks - rich, imaginative, suggestive texts that make my cock hard whenever they arrive.  Today was no exception.  The last text of the day left me aching for release.


I leave my home office, step into the bedroom and slip off my t-shirt and jeans - dropping them nonchalantly on the floor by my bed for recovery later.  I stand in front of the mirror and take in the curves and lines of my trim but aging body.  I don't look like a taut trim teenager any longer.  Gravity and life in general have left their mark.  But I wear my body as a badge of honor for what it has endured in it's 70+ years.


As I stand there my penis bulges and grows, throbbing and stretching to be touched. I grasp my erection, it is twitching and pulsing as I stroke the shaft and massage the head, stroking it faster and faster I feel my heart race as I close in on an orgasm, just as I am about to cum the sensation suddenly passes, so I stop stroking and just stand for a moment while I catch my breath and turn to start a nice hot shower.


I'm far from satisfied as I step into the stinging spray, feeling the warming sensation rush through my muscles, I stand there staring at the steam rising from the water, feeling it is about time to continue with my mission.  Without changing my gaze I slide my right hand onto my chest and slowly move it down until I am once again grasping my manhood in my fist, pulling the foreskin back to reveal the purple helmet that tingles in the warm spray. Pulsating, it grows to it's full size, the shaft now rock hard and unmoving. My gaze falls on it, my hands sensually massaging penis and scrotum. 


I imagine moving her lips into position, slowly at first, with her licking only the tip to begin and then the whole shaft.  Her lips tightly clasped to it.   In my imagination she slowly sucks me, her tongue caressing all of the curves and the veins as her mouth moves over me.


I feel sweet warm pre-cum on my fingers and I imagine it sliding down her throat, with her sucking and smiling and trying to swallow all the sweet fluid. 


Just as I reach the point of climax, yet again the feeling passes and I pound my meat in frustration.


I finish the bath with a nagging feeling of dissatisfaction.  But one of her texts brings me inspiration.  I know exactly where I can find the tools I need to finish the job.


I open a drawer in my chest and push the boxers and briefs aside.  There lay a large penis shaped vibrator, unused in years. I withdraw it from where it has lay dormant and swap out its batteries for a fresh set. It and coconut oil are the two items I hold in my hands, I stand naked in my room, almost apprehensive in the excitement. 


I open the oil and pour a small amount in my palm, massaging my cock and balls with extreme pleasure. I have a purpose for the vibrator, again pouring the oil into my palm but this time spreading it on my fingers as well.   I begin to massage my anus gently  -  occasionally slipping a finger - and then two  - and then three - in to prepare it.


I lay on my back with my legs spread wide. I turn the vibrator on to the lowest setting and hold to my ass, the muscles twitched gently in anticipation. I insert it, knowing where to aim.  I make small circular movements inside of myself and locate my prostate.  After finding the organ, I turn up the intensity of the toy. Holding it in  place and feel the pleasure spread, my manhood throbbing.  The vibrations powerfully stimulating my penis.


I begin stroking the vibrator in and out of me with one hand while I violently jerk my cock with the other.  The pleasure growing in intensity by the second. I know I am close. With the vibrator pulsating inside of me, my erection hardens even more. Moans of pleasure escape from my lips, cum slowly oozing out of my erect manhood. I begin to jerk my already cumming penis, splashing even more semen out onto my stomach - with it showing no signs of slowing down, and my orgasm not subsiding, all I can do is lie there while I continue cumming all over myself - the extended pleasure reaching an orgasmic level that is totally alien to me. I pull the full length of the slippery vibrator out of me and hold it to against my cum covered cock. Man nectar continues to slowly flow from me and long low moans escape from my lips. 


I lay here a long time - in exhaustion - unable to move, before I eventually stretch for a box of tissues to begin mopping up my flood.


Thank you for your texts....

2 years ago. December 11, 2021 at 2:46 AM

8:37 PM : Tornado Warning:  National Weather Service advises that you go immediately to a center room in your house or other shelter and fuck, like rabbits, because if the house falls in on you, you'll die happy, and if you don't fuck and the house DOESN'T fall in on you, you will have wasted a night not fucking...

 

WARNING EXPIRES: 11:52 AM

2 years ago. December 9, 2021 at 4:06 AM

Kiss Sir because you just got home.

Kiss Sir because you're horny.

Kiss Sir because you're tired 

Kiss Sir because you're tipsy.

Kiss Sir because he's distracted.

Now open your legs and let Sir kiss you.