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.

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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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.