The life of a parent, and pervert, in New York City.
When told by my wife that our fifteen-year relationship was over, I found that everything in my life was upended. I took solace when friends and family pointed out I was no longer responsible for her personal happiness, just my own—and that of my four children.
I went into marriage as a bisexual kid, suspicious of monogamy. I was a good husband, and played by the rules. Now I'm single again, and wondering if I didn't have it right back then.
This blog picks up my new life in progress—the life of a parent, and pervert, in New York City.
Photograph by Adrian Buckmaster Photography. New York, NY. July 5, 2015.
(c) 2004-2019. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 License.
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I went into marriage as a bisexual kid, suspicious of monogamy. I was a good husband, and played by the rules. Now I'm single again, and wondering if I didn't have it right back then.
This blog picks up my new life in progress—the life of a parent, and pervert, in New York City.
Photograph by Adrian Buckmaster Photography. New York, NY. July 5, 2015.
(c) 2004-2019. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 License.
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Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Hogtied
Shelby had invited Meg to join us for a weekend.
Shelby had also decided that her best friend was getting off easy, coming up to New York to fuck her boyfriend now and then while collecting a few bruises here and there.
“I’m going to kick her ass, man,” she told me.
“Meg? Why, what did she do?”
“No, I mean I’m going to beat her up. Hogtie her ass.”
“Oh, okay, I get it. You’re going to tie her up,” I said. “And what, then I fuck her?” I could already feel a twinge in my cock.
“Yeah, whatever, but I’m going to hogtie her. I’ve got the rope and I did some research.”
“Research? So, what does that mean?”
“It means I know how to hogtie her ass.”
That is how my jailbait girlfriend led me to Hogtied. It’s what we call an educational website.
You wouldn’t question the educational value if you had seen Meg with her ankles lashed to her shoulders, her back arched, her face flush and blessed.
Or seen the look in Shelby’s eyes as we wrecked that pain slut’s ass.
Let’s just say we all learned a thing or two that day. Shelby’s recommendation made Hogtied one of my go-to websites.
And Meg? Well, you can just ask her about that.
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6 comments:
Oy vey!
Should I be nervous?
ooh, that looks like fun!
Gosh! That looks like it hurts! Lol.
yeah, good times.
ahem.
What a small world!
I'm the red-haired girl in the second photo. How funny...
I actually met you at DO, though very briefly, since I was sicker than a dog that weekend.
Love the blog. :)
Nice to meet you again, Calico. Small world indeed! Thanks for the kind words on the blog.
And, uh . . . yeah.
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