Saturday, May 22, 2010

Sub-Play

He was French and he liked to be dominated. That’s what he told me when he sent me a message on the website of The Clubs. I wasn’t really sure what that entailed, but he was hot so I sent him a message back that we should meet up at The Club that evening. He agreed and we planned on a meeting time and place.

When I saw him, I knew it was him in an instant. He was smaller in frame, but did not look weak. It was clear that any sort of submission he liked to do was acting. Nothing about him seemed to say weak or meek. We exchanged hellos and he instantly brought me into a room he had reserved that came equipped with some fetish paraphernalia and a sling.

I was starting to get nervous because I hadn’t really done anything like this before and didn’t want him laughing at me or thinking I was being lame. Still, I figured it was easier being more dominant because you could just yell at him and tell him to stop laughing, right?

We made some small talk in the room, which was good. He was French but living in the US, worked as a data analyst and really liked science fiction movies. I had no idea if any of it was true, but it painted a good picture. I felt more comfortable around him which was key.

The next thing I knew he was handing me rubber straps to bind him and telling me to begin. At this point, I almost laughed because it seemed like an odd thing to do. Still, I went along with it and decided that I needed to experience different things, including this. I took the straps and tied his hands together and his legs so he appeared virtually helpless on the bed. I really had no idea what to do next, but I figured there weren’t any set rules since I was technically the one in charge.

I used some of his toys to slap him around a bit (nothing crazy) and tried to be verbal about it, but that was much more difficult. He seemed to be enjoying our play so I kept getting into it more and more as we were going along. I have to admit, I didn’t think it would be something I could enjoy, but I was really having fun. It was like an intricate game and sex all tied together (no pun intended).

When we finally got the sling I was so in the groove with it that it didn’t take long until we both had reached the finish line with big smiles on our faces. It was kind of cool, trying something new like this and connecting with somebody in a way I never felt before.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Exhibitionist Man

The first time he saw me was in March, I think. About two months ago, I was standing in the shower and when I looked over he was staring at me and massaging himself. I smiled politely, but since I had just finished I was cleaning up and heading out. He didn’t seem to care that I didn’t come over and talk to him, he just kept enjoying himself and watching me.

Last week, I saw him again, so it dawned on me that he must be a local. He was working out at the gym, the sweat was dripping down his body on all sides and it was my turn to stand there watching him. He saw me and smiled, kept working out but didn’t say anything to me. It was just as well, because I happened to meet a couple from New York who I had a great time with.
So last night I was sitting in the sauna and of course he walks in and sits down across from me.

We smiled at each other and maintained some severe eye contact. It was almost as if we had this intense stare sessions and that’s what was getting us off. Not the fact that another man was in our midst and the electricity of desire was radiating from each of us.

At that moment, two guys came in and it was clear they were bathhouse exhibitionists. They just needed to enjoy each other in the center of a group, where anybody could come and watch. I have to admit, they put on a damn good show. It wasn’t long until I was enthralled with their action and seemingly forgot about the guy who I stared down.

They finished after a good amount of time and then bounced back out of the room. I looked up and he was giving me a really wicked smile. After that show, I was done staring so I stood up and went to sit next to him, but he stood up to and motioned for me to follow him. I suddenly became intrigued and did so, following him past the shower and the gym to a corner in the main area. It appeared all of a sudden that he was a bathhouse exhibitionist too. He turned around, leaned his back up against the wall and devoured my mouth into his. It was suddenly raw and passionate and I couldn’t help but lose myself in his mouth much like I lost myself in his gaze.

He firmly pushed me down on my knees and I enjoyed every inch of him as I could hear people behind me. I could tell he was getting off on the people watching as well as what I was doing, and it actually turned me on a lot, too. He finished in no time but kept me firmly to the ground for a while, most likely basking in the attention. After a few minutes, he got me up smiled and walked away.