Because You Won’t

Because you won’t

 

It Is a fairly safe bet that there are a lot of people in the world who don’t exactly love me.  If you bet the over on the vast majority of those being male you won that wager.   Since i can remember as the saying goes i am the one your mother, best firend, and priest warned about. Speaking of someone who never exactly loved me…

 

So once upon a time there was Bobby and Kay.  Bobby was the all American man. Handsome rugged type, and as seems to be the case was cut from a giant wussy tree.

 

Kay was like a line from a Mickey Avalon song “She had big eyes and a big ass to match.  Jane (or in this case Kay) wasn’t fast she was easy to catch.

 

Well until she met Bobby. But before that i caught her… a lot. It was all good clean sexy and/or kinky fun. Nothing more. Neitjer of us ever pretended it was more than just sex, which made it a beautiful thing.

 

Then when Bobby came along she tried to forget all that and be what she thought he wanted; for about the amount of time it takes a 911 non turbo version to go from zero to 60.  The truth is she probably thought he would enthusiasticly do the things with and too her that she liked after a little time.

 

A little while later we’d start playing again. Whether he was truly fully informed, just couldn’t connect the dots, or was playing dumb is not my place to say. But eventually the “hey you’re fucking, playing rough with, etc my girlfriend “ bulb did illuminate.

 

A while later because we (Kay and I) shared a series of friends I would get to know Bobby.  Nice guy, and fucking hated me.  

 

One night a few drinks into his night he decided to bring up the fact he didn’t like his girl seeing me.  At all, ever, in fact he didn’t like her even breathing the same air in the same city as me.  And it was a big city.  So i listened, and when he wouldn’t shut the fuck up about it and i was just short of punching him in his fuckong face finally interjected. “She only sees me because you won’t …(i paused) do what she’s into.”

 

Insert facial rage and the sound of a heart breaking in perfect syncopation. Kind of like the beat of the live version of NiN’s “Big Come Down” Over the course of the next hour we had a fairly good conversation.   

 

Turns out i was wrong. Bobby eventually try to give her what she (said she) wanted, but she still would play with me and others. At one point the three of us would do one of the oddest two tops and a bottom scenes i’ve ever partaken in.

 

Maybe things started back up because he and her were on different wavelengths but in the end, well she was just not a one guy kind of girl

 

No judgement after all i’ve never been a one girl kind of guy either. In my case i have blue eyes, broad shoulders, and have become slightly harder to catch over the years.  The same can’t be said for Kay, which is a beautiful thing.

Breathe

 

Sometimes when everything else is said and done.

The lust quenched, her submission complete

There is something peaceful, deeply connecting, and amazing

if you just step back and watch her breathe.

 

So I sat there admiring her every breath

she had been beaten, Used for my pleasure,

driven to orgasm mercilessly over and over again…as a “reward”

then covered in wax, one slow drop after another,

from belly, to breasts, and thighs,

then back again.

during n inhilation wax on the Tempress's body

All that was left to do was sit there as she floated away,

lost in her own thoughts, or swimming in the bliss of nothingness,

and watch her

Breathe

Sinful Sunday

Slap My Tits

“Slap my tits.”  For all the kinky things i had done to that point it never occurred to me to smack anyone’s breasts. It was not a natural thing for me to think off. Ass, thighs, pussy, all made perfect sense smack. Tits…not so much.

Kylee and I had a slap and tickle, fuck her rough (mostly from behind) kind of relationship. It wasn’t explicitly kinky but looking back it wasn’t really vanilla either.  

It was just nice roughish sex, nothing more. So i slapped her tits as requested. On more than one occasion, even making them (kind of) red once or twice.  She was the first but not the last for this kind of play. Though truth be told i much prefer to use a crop or flogger.

She was however the only small breasted woman ever to ask for me to slap her tits.  Literally a small A cup it was not to firm upward breast shaking swing of a BDSM video.   She was tall but petite and my hand easily covered far more than breast.

Still she asked, I obliged, she got off on it and in some way so did I.   You can’t be kinky for as long as I have been with out a few requests that weren’t a hard limit, kind of worked for me since it worked for my partner but were never put into regular rotation.  Now flog my tits would be an entirely differnt game, and in that case game on.

Note:  The pic is of Alice and not the individual who made this request.

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E Llust #91

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Welcome to Elust 91

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~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Forcing Growth

In Stitches

The Instrument and the Ornament

 

 

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Imagine? You Might Wish You Hadn’t!
she’s picture perfect

 

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Morning Stretch

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Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

Amber alert
Spanking: Chapter One
‘How To’ Femdom Series
Play it safe
Formative Kink: “The Happy Hooker”

Erotic Non-Fiction

Follow Your Heart
Humiliating Raylene: Kissing Lynette
THREESOME – prepared
Leaving Questions Unanswered

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

Genital shame in the news
Cock and Balls Sling Demonstration

Poetry

Chastity, No Boner: A Lusty Limerick
Roleplay (inna damp, dark alley)

Erotic Fiction

Portraits of You
Addicted
Words of Fuck

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Nothing good can come from this
UNCLEAN: Dirty, Sweaty, Filthy, Messy Sex

Events

GRUE

 

 

Elust 88

Are You Tender with Her

“Are you tender with her” it was not a question I expected. Not one I had ever been asked. I had to process it. Ask for clarification.

Admitting i wasn’t sure what she meant, which is often the case. She repeated the question “are you tender with her. Kind, supportive, affectionate…” her voice trailed off rather than adding more.

In a way i was taken back. At the same time the question seemed deeply important to her and strangely intiment to me.

“i’m not an abusive jerk.” it wasn’t meant as a defensive statment. “It can be easy to confuse the rough interchanges with the real world dynamic.”  I added on

“i kiss her hello and good bye, there are as many gentle touches as there are rough ones. She feels warm and soft curled up next to me and i very much like that.”

After a short pause “so yes i am tender with her, supportive, polite, and kind…except for the times that we agree that I shouldn’t be.”

 

She simply said.  “Thanks i just wanted to understand.” Amd then moved in to other topics seemingly satisfied on some level that i am more than just my kinks with another.

 

 

Three Way Kink

Threeway Kink

So in terms of a kink of the week post. Yes i have had three ways. I’ve even had twins at the same time (they did not even come close to touching each other. It was not their first rodeo.)   I have had group sex, does that count as a threeway? It was somewhat like a volleyball match in gym class without the lesbian yelling “Ok rotate”. Sex in a room with others gleefully fucking away, sex with an audience and despite all this never a MFM only configuration.  

For me a “ traditional” three was has always been me and two females.   Yea, yea i know first world sorta rich white guy problems and i have your deepest sympathies as you mouth “misogynistic asshole” under your breath.

Then again that is only unless you don’t count co topping a scene with another man and a female bottom a three way. Since i live in a world largely of my own creation. And it is a really wonderful world to live in. There is no doubt that the world of my own creation is by far one of the best. I am counting that as a three-way.  (Apologies i felt the need to do a bad Trump impression, without the comb over)

The first of such was with a guy named Bobby  (a subsequent post called “Because You Won’t” will provide the back story.)  The short version is I (mostly casually) played rough for several years with a woman he dated for a while.  

Bobby finally tried to shake the all American Boy thing. He was an awe, shucks, gee wizz kind of man.  Apparently some women dig that sort of thing. Even the husband stealing wanton jezabelle friend of mine he was dating. (i am not slandering my former lover and play friend it was her own self description) For the record i had FMF with her a number of times. Pre and Post Bobby.  

Anyhow at one point we did a two male one female spanking scene. In reality i beat her ass bright red OTK. He played patty cake for what seemed like a tentative uncomfortable eternity . And then i finished spanking her.  An odd three way kink scene  but fortunately not a typical example.

Over the next few decades I would do countless scenes with me and another male top and a (or a few) female bottoms.

Some were impact play, some were rope, and some were a mix of things. An often unstated skill is i am pretty damn good at taking a person down and ensuring they stay in place.  A talent that came from a youth as a street brawler and later power lifter Mal.  The new yoga enhanced version will ask them to stay there first. Then pin their ass in place. Note i do yoga and haven’t become fucking Gandhi despite 10 days as a vegan.  

Threeways have an interesting mix.  It depends on your partners on the ebb and flow of things and who does what.  Kink three ways are no different. Some of my favorite scenes ever were a joint effort of two male tops and a female bottom.

Which if said properly could sound like a Beck tune “Two turntables and a microphone .” three ways as the song says is where it’s at.

You Use to Fuck My Sister

“You use to fuck my sister’  was the opening line. Not a nice hello, it’s been too long, or other more common socially acceptable  greeting.  Nope there it was and he was serious. Waiting for some type of reply.  So what does a man say to a childhood friend if confronted with such a statement.

 

“Stevie i’ve fucked a lot of people’s sisters.”  for the record it was probably not the best retort.  However it did get a big laugh from everyone…but him.   He was fucking pissed. And once upon a time in a car, an alley, a state park, a night club and about 40,000 other places poor now bald but still seemingly naive Steve was correct. I did use to fuck his sister.

 

So let’s give a little back ground. Did i have sex with said old friend’s sister. Yes. Was i ever disrespectful or mean to her? No.  Was it a lof of fun?  Usually.  Were we kids and that was the last time i saw her (in person, social media posts by said brother don’t count)  so what a million years ago?  YES! Factually correct.

 

Sensing there was nothing to be gained i moved on to other conversations. I can be wonderfully teflon when needed.

 

A little while later he would all but corner me come back to it. He had some deep seeded need to know how old were we.  How long did it go on. Etc.  It really felt odd. It was really none of his business.

 

And had we still been 17 or 18 i would have gotten why it might have been a big deal. At damn near 50 why does it matter. Why does it matter who i had sex with?

 

After all its not like i fucked his mother….wait let me check. Is that true? Yes that is true i did not fuck his mother there for i my indeed be a sister fucker but in this case it can not be disputed that I am not a motjer fuxcker!

 

So i offered nothing more than “look bud we liked each other, and even dated quietly for a while. She was a nice girl and I have very fond memories of her.”  All of which were true and not salacious.

 

A few months later i would run into him again “i talked to X (insert said sister’s name). She said you saw a lot of each other for a long time”

 

i was hoping for a more reasonable conversation than the previous one.  “How could I not have known?”  for whatever reason me having dated his sister 47 life times ago really bothered him.  

 

Have i ever mentioned i can be kind of an asshole? “Stevie don’t feel too bad. It’s not like you ran around town bragging every time you jerked off. I gave the world the same courtesy when it came to fucking your sister.”  

 

“But we were friends” HE SAID ALMOST PLEADINGLY.  As a point of clarity he had never asked me not to have sex with his sister. And in truth even if he did, I still would have. Because well some people like to fuck and she and I had that (and a lot more) in common.

 

So maybe here’s the thing. I moved on.  I had written about it some time ago but really my past is my past.  I had a wonderful youth from a supportive family emviorment but was otherwise a outcast in my own peer group.

 

I was not exactly the life of the party or popular in my little part of of tje cousin fucking backwoods town. I went to private school 30 miles away in the city , played different sports than the local boys (ice Hockey not Football), liked D&D, had a passion for pasta rockets over American muscle cars and also quite deliberately left and for thebmoat part don’t live in the past.

 

In fact now thinking about it the fact his sister talked to me let alone slept with me on and off for nearly half a decade might qualify in the catholic chuch’s eyes as a legitimate miracle.

 

Does that mean i can be canonized a saint? Mal patron saint of carnal desires.  Yep that works for me. Look out Venus there a new god in town!

 

As funny as this post is.  And if you think about it a man who is legitimately disturbed about a compeletely natural and consensual acts between two similar aged people engaged in 30 years ago actually makes me a little sad.

 

Now if Eddie from the old neighborhood ever said the same thing to me i would high five him and simply say “Yes i did and fuck was she a very dirty girl” Eddie like me was a male whore who has no right to cast dispersions. Stevie perhaps not ao much

 

Now why the walk down memory lane? One because said events happened last summer and again this fall. But also because after much consideration i am going to close out writing about my life before now with a celebration…my theme for the year!

 

 I’m calling it “30 years of kink.”  It was May 1987 when Tracy my first kinky girlfriend and i began what ever it was we began. Over the next 11 months I will post kink and sex related stories from the last 30 years. Some short quips.  Some fond, or not so fond memories both from decades ago until late last year. Maybe even this year as they happen.

 

And then unlike Stevie who lives in the same place he grew up, works a few miles from where he went to school, and will never leave  (not that there is anything wrong with that) i’m going to move on and write about new things, people who are now in my life and those experiences.

 

So welcome to 30 years of Kink and it is my sincere hope that no one learns that i use to fuck their sister ever again. But if they do fair warning if she was kinky odds are i’ll write about her in the coming year.  

Now on tjat sainthood thing…

Maybe i could be the Malflic Saint of Kinky Sister Fuckers.   After all do what you know.

E Lust 90


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Welcome to Elust 90

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~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Conflicted part 1

Glow

Happy Endings

 

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Please You to Please Me

How to suck my cock – part 1 (attitude)

 

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

Visions of Sugarplums

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Writing About Writing

The Curious Case of Trigger Warnings
Writing About It All

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

PLEASING THE MISTRESS
Reader Q&A: Dominant women struggle, turn-ons
Chastity Questions
Not every hole is a goal

Erotic Non-Fiction

A Picture is Worth…
Morning Stretch
Lovemaking Almost Too Brilliant To Describe
The GP
I Want
Indescribable Pleasure
Humiliating an ex-Nazi: Raylene’s 2nd dozen
Preparation
I love big, fat dicks

Erotic Fiction

Dude, You’re Wet!
When Love Becomes a Weakness
On a Silver Platter
The Silent Treatment
A Seasonal Affair
Three in a Stall
Schoolgirl Uniform
The New Principal 4: Escape

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

Anal Retentive Or Just OCD?

Sex News, Opinion, Interviews, Politics & Humor

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Poetry

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Mistletoe: A Lusty Limerick

 

Elust 88

The Job Changes You

“The job changes you” was a phrase that first really rang true the day after the U.S. elections. I was passing through the Philadelphia airport on my way to California and surrounded literally by weeping adults. Distraught over Clinton’s loss.

Truth be told i believed Clinton to be not a much better an option than Trump.

 

A different kind of dangerous but a problem nonetheless. I knew deep down she was unelectable long before election day. Here’s why.

I live with three women. One who is 46 and has always despised her. Note not her husband just her. She has never resonated with the Blonde who has always seen her as manipulative.

One who is 22 and saw her as part of the establishment; part of the problem with the federal government divided bi partisan issues and fueled by private and corporate money. She politically is as individual rights and freedoms as they come. The Poster child for Guns, Gays and deregulation.

And an 18 year old who was perhaps the most outspoken “You know why the old cunt won’t win. Because today’s young women no more want to be told what to do by some old man than they do some old woman who refuses listen and thinks gender warrants a vote.”. She despite walking the halls of a liberal University and actively working for some of the most liberal causes was not once swayed. In fact Lil and many of her friends refused to be told who they must vote for. They see women as complete equals and were offended by both the pandering to her age group and the demands that “as a woman she must vote for a woman”.

Hillary was 0 for 3 in my own home with females. That alone is a problem. In true Malflic fashion 0 for four counting me. I went with a protest vote as is my tradition in most national elections. Had Biden run or Bernie gotten the nomination that would not have been the case.

Rather than mourn the outcome or scream in the streets about injustice i have chosen a different path. As have a number of my liberal and moderate conservative leaning friends with some means both modest and great.

We have chosen to write checks to organizations will oppose Trump (or perhaps more importantly Pence) that we feel are worthy. We have decided to support with our time and in some cases our money candidates, including some not up for reelection for a few years that will oppose the right wing agenda. One who publishes her daily donations of 5 to 50 dollars on social media with a thank you note to Trump for making her have to be a better human.

I have spoken out against both sides of the establishment before and will continue to do so. Religion belongs in government not at all. And government does not belong in our private lives.

Yet there are issues that are undeniable.
The repeal of the ACA can only be justified if there is a replacement for it that improves care, expands who is covered, and reduces cost. Some of it may have to come from government, and some from free market forces in the form of increased competition and reduced restrictions. Like most things it will take a balance.

The supreme court possibilities terrify me.

The Left is trying to stifle dissent during the Obama administration has set us up for a backlash during a Republican controlled world.

Immigration reforms. Christ what a global mess. Yet i do have an assimilate or die attitude. You can not force your culture upon another, integration into the place you are residing is essential for it to work.

Don’t get me started on Brexit. Seriously wtf were people thinking?

Putin, troops in Poland, Syria the list is endless. The revolutions will be televised and spun. The truth, if there is such a thing hidden or subjective.

Do i hope the job changes him?
I do and interestingly enough there have begun to be online comparisons to Kennedy by unlikely sources and hacker groups. We can only hope that is true while working to ensure if it is not the damage and shift can be contained.

Past experience from when Bush took office tells me the religious right will become emboldened. I was albeit a small scale target of their rage and damnation in those days. A moral liberal defiling our great nation. A left wing nut job, a morally repulsive abomination. The more they hated me the happier i was. Because well. …Science!

Yet i’m in a different place now. My passport is still from the United States but fundamentally i don’t consider myself American. My family heritage is European yet other than a few (pagan) traditions and foods i am not European either.

My friends are quite literally from everywhere. Egypt to England, Brazil to Slovakia, the Nordics to Nigeria. India to Australia, Puerto Rico to Paris to Gaum. And yes my phone bill is ungodly. On the surface it is about currency and trade.

Beyond that though it is about culture and customs. Reference points of strange similarities and vast differences.

In my case the job has changed me, changed my understanding, my appreciation, and shown how complex, wonderful, and dangerous things are.

My last bastion of hope is that the job changes all of our leaders. Not just Trump in much the same way it has changed me.

And that those are of great enough strength of character to convey those things and their importance to the masses…even the ones not inclined to such affronts to their nation states superiority.

Until we stop being Republicans or Democrats, Americans or not, until we realize we are human and not something different or more the song will remain the same. We will be manipulated, lied to, and cajoled by others agendas.

And if the job does not change our leaders it is our job to change them. Or become the leaders ourselves.

That work has just begun.

Wither

Robert said he hates you, but he’ll try to explain.

I wish you would leave me , true joy would be never having to see you, anywhere ever again.

You are cold and your are biting,

Filled with a hateful frigid chill

Every time you chase away the one I truly love

with the most persistent skill

So perfect and so pretty, playing at lies of innocence, fake purity dressed in white.

Dancing in the darkness, covering all around you  with a blanket I despise.

When we both were younger on and in your blankets we would gently play

Now that i am older it just hurst me and will  never feel any other way.

Life has withered and is dying,

it simply can not show its self and joyously abound

Your darkness it eats the joy

And there is no good even hiding in your nights, when ever your still around.

We used to interwine our coats playing on the hills far from others sights

Over hill and dale, inseparable through every day and night.

You use to make me happy, you used to dance and smile

But now there is only numbness and a relentless desperate effort to once again beguile.

Someday i will leave you

And me you’ll naver miss

No last hello ,No first good bye

Not even a sad and fleeting kiss

One day when all with withered

One day when the one one I love is gone

I’ll disappear, far beyond your cold caress

And spend an endless summer on my lawn.

**********

Poetry is open to interpetation. Please feel free to do so with this one but know that i am fine and well. I simply have no time for winter any more.   Someday soon I expect during the season of wither you will find me in Scottsdale.