Thoughts

Why Adult Friend Finder Can Kiss My Ass

Yes, I joined Adult Friend Finder but not for long. I just let my membership expire.

Note to self: Always read the fine print:

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The fine print:

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Grrrrrr People are always scamming my cock as a way to get my money. Why aren’t there women trying to scam me to get to my cock?

Other things Adult Friend Finder should have an * for.

-The phrase “meet real sex partners tonight” may not referr to tonight, or any other night for that matter. It may however mean that you’re going to “meet” other “real” people online tonight who will be having sex, and by sex we mean masturbation.

-The phrase “real people, real sex” doesn’t imply that we consider you a real person.

The website seems to be filled with more spammers than most dating websites. Of all the years I’ve been on collarme I’ve had maybe 30 people trying to get me to sign up for some website. On AFF I had more than that my first week.

Here’s an example. The stats of my profile after one month:

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Almost every single flirt was a spam account. You can tell because when you click on it to see who actually flirted, you get a page that looks like this.

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Now either all of those women met the men of their sexual dreams or someone at AFF caught on to them and they were removed.

There also seems to be more men posing as women on Adult Friend Finder. I had a few emails from “women” who replied to my message by informing me that she was seeing someone but if I wanted to get my cock sucked she knew a guy who would be all for it.

Note to self: Cancel plans for a cocksucking referral website, someone beat you to it.

C’mon people. I don’t join lesbian dating sites and then apologize to women who email me saying “Sorry I met someone, but if you want your clit sucked on I know this guy…”

If you’re a woman however it sounds like Adult Friend Finder might be the place for you. I’ve had more than a few friends tell me they had many interesting adventures thanks to AFF but the number of emails started to be a bit too much to handle. Every now and then they would delete hundreds of emails at a time without reading them because they had too many to deal with.

You can join now though and know that with my subscription lapsing, you’ll have one less email to bulk delete.

Reflecting on 2008

Here’s hoping you and everyone around you is having a happy and safe holiday. If nothing else I hope you have a decent day off of work.

I’ve been reflecting upon this past year. How I’ve grown and how I’ve stayed the same.

I remember waking up January 1st 2008 naked next to someone I cared for, while that person is still in my life the nakedness isn’t there anymore. I still regret that at times. Not just the nakedness though.

I’ve been pretty lucky in some areas and unlucky in others. The friends I’ve made has more than made up for the unlucky parts.

I discovered the joys of being shackled and whipped, the simple pleasures of giving someone a back-rub with nothing in return required. I also enjoyed the pleasures of giving a back-rub followed by oral sex with nothing required in return. I experienced many firsts and a few seconds, I’m grateful for the memories and I still feel warm and tingly thinking of them. I continued to be a cuddle whore, a practice dummy and a service submissive. I discovered I have a prostate (or should I say someone else discovered it for me). Now I know what all the fuss is about.

Above all, I enjoyed making the people in my life smile as often as possible, even though some smiles were combined with an eye roll.

I learned what it’s like to be ganged up on (in a good way), to serve at a public event, get my photo taken in compromising positions.

I became an uncle again and learned I’d soon be the only member of my family without kids… that I know of (Am I right fellas? Hahaha..ok not funny).

I’ve hurt a few people unintentionally and have been hurt as well.

I’ve ben wise and devastatingly stupid.

Professionally I’m in the same spot I was last year but the way the economy is now, I’m just thankful I have a job.

I’m ending my year eager to start the next one.

I still have a week to work on my resolutions list. Any suggestions?

And no, “Stop sucking so much” doesn’t count.

My First Over-The-Knee Spanking

I experienced my first over-the-knee spanking!

Actually I have experienced it once before, a friend was celebrating her birthday and instead of getting spanked she decided to spank someone else. We were surrounded by friends, she was clothed, I was clothed, it wasn’t sexual, it was all in good fun.

This time it was different on many levels. First of all I was naked.

I’ve read about them before. I’ve seen plenty of photos on the subject. It always looked a bit silly to me. It was one of those things that i just didn’t understand.

I understand it now.

It was a total surprise. As with most new things I experience, it wasn’t planned. Maybe she planned it but I hadn’t a clue. One minute she and I were casually talking and the next thing I know I was naked and laying across her lap.

I felt exposed and vulnerable. Her warm and soft but firm hands moving over my back, down my ass and gently pressing my thighs followed by a strong thwack.

Being spanked has never been on the top of my list of to-do’s but while she was doing it, I couldn’t imagine wanting anything else.

She’d slap my ass hard and my body would react. I’m sure she could feel how hard I was, pressed into her lap and every slap would force my body to thrust a little.

She started to slap over and over and over again, not giving my body time to process it and my head arched up. She noticed it and seized the opportunity to grab be by the hair and keep my head in that position.

Her hands would wander, she’d make a comment about how much she enjoyed view and would continue. Every swat drove me deeper and deeper.

I’ve learned I enjoy feeling objectified, she certainly made me feel that way. Caressing me then abusing me, talking about the shades of red my ass was turning and moaning as she took pleasure from the way my body was reacting despite myself.

I don’t know how long it lasted maybe 10 minutes or an hour.   

I only know I wasn’t the same person when I crawled off her lap as when I crawled on.

As with all things, I know it wasn’t so much the act as it was the person doing it. Still, I’ll have a different appreciation for it when I see or read about it from now on.

My Biggest Fear

Failure

Not really failure, but the fear of failure.

Fear of failure is what’s kept me from doing many things in life.

Multiple failures in small tests kept me from taking the big tests, kept me from going on stage or from taking big risks. I’m brave in many ways but in other ways I’m a big coward.

Up until a few years ago, the only thing I wasn’t afraid of was love. I’ve risked everything a number of times for love.

I went all in a few times. Every time I did I’d lose in the end but always had something left over, except for that last time. That last bet left me with nothing. I’m still paying for it in many ways.

Failure still freezes me in my tracks. Asking someone out still does it. Every now and then I’ll be brave enough to approach a woman but the fear is still there. Even sending an email scares the crap out of me. The fear makes the the part of me a woman would actually be attracted to hide under a rock. Her answer usually justifies my fear.

A friend once expressed interest in playing with me. I told her I was eager to and to let me know when. I haven’t heard anything on the subject since and don’t want to be pushy, so I wait. If I did push it may ruin the opportunity. I try to hint now and then but that’s the extent of it.

It’s why I don’t make the first move. Rejection and failure bring back so many bad memories that I try to forget. Thankfully there are women out there that do make the first move.

Recently I was presented with a service opportunity. I’ve been looking forward to it for along time but a task has been added that I’m probably going to fail despite weeks of preparation. Part of me wants to cancel. To save myself from disappointing someone would canceling be more of a disappointment? If I did fail and my failure resulted in my tears, would that experience be worse than no experience at all?

When I was younger I was bucked off by one of the horses on our farm. I was knocked unconscious and kicked. I never did get back on the horse. I lived on a farm with horses and I never rode one again. It’s not that I’m afraid of horses, I just never trusted one again.

In that respect, horses are like women. It just took getting bucked off more than once to lose my trust in women.

Would I like a relationship one day? I like the idea of it. Maybe someday. It’s a gamble and I just don’t have anything to bet with right now.

I need to learn to ignore my fear or conquer it. Living with it isn’t doing the trick.

Maybe I’m not a masochist after all.

Dark Odyssey

I looked into going to Dark Odyssey on Valentines. I spoke to a few people about it, some said I really needed to go, others said it’s fun but not anything entirely different from what I’ve been to. It’s less BDSM focused than TESFest, Floating World, MAST and other events. Again I have no clue if Dark Odyssey would be my kinda thing or not. I did have an IM conversation with someone who has gone in the past:

Her: What do you want to experience at D.O.?

Me: I want to play with a woman I’m attracted to.

Her: Did you get any at Tes Fest?

Me: Define “get any”.

Her: Did you have any from of sex?

Me: No

Her: What were you going to say?

Me: Calico grabbed my butt for about a half a second and another woman helped me pick out a cock ring.

Her: Have you ever used the cock ring?

Me: No

Her: Money well spent. What about Floating World?

Me: No

Her: MAST?

Me: No

Her: What was your feeling coming away from all of these events?

Me: I think I said “I could have stayed at home and not had sex, why spend money to go somewhere and not have sex?”. It was nice to see friends though.

Her: You can see friends any time you want. I think you probably shouldn’t go to anything like this again unless you’re going with a woman who is going specifically to fuck you. I can see why you’d feel down after going to a weekend play party where everyone is having sex but you.

Me: Well, I wasn’t the only one not having sex.

Her: These places, they keep selling sex, you keep buying but you never get any. Are you stupid? Stop giving them their money! You would love D.O. if you had someone to fuck you but you don’t. Focus on looking for someone who wants to go with you, then you’ll have fun. Do you have any interest in the classes?

Me: Why would I want to go to a class and watch something that no one at the class will want to do to me? If I wanted to hear someone talk about something I’ll never experience, I’d go to church.

Her: Zing! You’re angry. I like you when you’re angry.

Me: Not angry, just feisty.

Her: I like you when you’re feisty then.

Me: I’m going to copy and paste this into my blog.

Her: You’re a big nerd for having a blog.

I should say that there have been many classes that I have enjoyed, but I was riled up at the moment.