I misbehaved, done some things I know I shouldn't do I touched myself, even though you told me not to you commanded me to wait for you I tried But I can smell you on my sheets Taste you on my skin so vividly Daddy I disobeyed you Now I want you to come punish me
Babe I need some discipline tonight Don't hold back I've been very bad Make me cry Oooo... Got to make me cry Oooo... Babe [2x]
Oh... misbehaved And my punishment should fit my crime Tie me to something Take off all my clothes Daddy I want you to take your time (I'm scared) My heart is beating fast Shiver as you grab my neck Baby, blindfold me Daddy Is better when I don't know what to expect
Babe I need some discipline tonight Baby Don't hold back I've been very bad Oooo... Daddy Make me cry Oooo... Got to make me cry Oooo... Babe [2x]
Did I upset you Daddy Take out your frustrations on me Did I make you mad Take out your frustrations on me you be the teacher I'll be the student Tell me to do it, and I will do it I'm under your command you be the teacher I'll be the student Tell me to do it, and I will do it
Babe I need some discipline tonight Baby don't hold back I've been very bad Oooo... Daddy make me cry Oooo... Daddy to make me cry Babe
Take out your frustrations on me Take out your frustrations on me Take out your frustrations on me
I think it’s kind of cheesy. For me personally anyway. I can’t take it seriously. So it’s always a little awkward when guys want me to use mine. They ask, I tell them I have a camera. And then they want me to turn it on and I typically say no. For the above stated reason.
If I like the guy, my inner people pleaser gives in and I will do a “show” for him. But afterward I have to watch a flick or something so that I can get off. It helps with the awkwardness.
Today one of my best friends was on cam today. I could tell he was feeling a little down. So I played around with him to lift his mood.
I like being able to make people happy.
Hopefully this picture will do it for you. It sure did for me.
I have seen the convention, the election, but today, today was just like a fairytale. Even working in our wonky newsroom today things were just awesome. My anchors let the moment sink in. And let the show breathe and connect with the story. Anyway I'm rambling insider talk.
I hope you all are enjoying today and have a bright tomorrow.
We all know this historic moment was coming for some time.
Well everyone except the people in my work place. I work in news and it's kind of our job to capture these moments and tell the stories to our viewers.
Our local competition has done that very well, since primary season. And all of a sudden we want to catch up on history. And we did it very badly. I mean this is the scenario at 4pm this afternoon. (an hour before our 5pm show)
Co-Worker: "Regye?" Me: Yes? Co-Worker: Do you know anyone who lived through the civil rights movement we can talk to? Me: I don't have any family this way but I do know some white people you can talk to. Co-Worker: Well we want to talk to someone who experienced civil rights.
Frustrating? Yes.
On this day, MLK Day and the eve of this historic moment that will only happen once. Our competition has a reporter in route to Washington with a photographer to chronicle the journey of a bus-load of black church members to get their perspective from start to finish.
We are lucky enough to have a reporter who traveled there on her own dime. Thankfully she took a camcorder so she can file a report. Yay us.
So while I was on the high of this amazing moment that means more to me than words can describe. I also have to deal with ignorance.
I know I have already talked about my sex life. But I'm going to take things down a notch for a second.
It's difficult to work in a high stress fast paced workplace sometimes. Or a lot of the time. But today I actually liked me job. Which hasn't been the case for the last three months. I am back in a role I think fits for me and that I can take ownership in.
It was at least a little comforting. And I get a raise in a few months and that's a big deal for me. The first real job I have kept longer than a year. I can get a new car, pay down my student loans. It's exciting. I like exciting days. It helps me pretend that tomorrow wont be garbage.
I drove to a garage in the middle of the hood. There was moonlight streaming through the cracks in the door and through the small windows. I can barely see his face, easily 10 years older than me but very good looking. Short hair (maybe bald), big bright eyes trimmed full beard.
We don’t really talk, we know the deal, we kiss. We kiss hard like we were two long lost lovers reunited. I pull up his t-shirt. Caress his stomach and chest. He is furry but not to where it gets in the way. I go down and pull out his dick, it’s rock hard and I can feel the veins. Perfect size for sucking not too long and thick but enough to have fun with. I go down, as best I can, I have a small mouth. And grab his tight perky ass while I work. I loved the feel of his ass, it was hairy on the outside but smooth where you need it to be. Like a good pussy, (oh c’mon somebody else out there has to like pussy as much as I do, don’t worry it wont be a big part of my posts.)
I turned him around and dove my face between his cheeks. I love to hear a guy moan when I’m getting my eat on. He swerved his hips back and forth while I soaked his hole. It’s hot when a thuggish dude loses control and embraces the freak. He was close, I could feel it. He turned back around and I swallowed his throbbing dick again. He was moaning hard now. He pulled out and started pumping away and just gushed one of the biggest loads I had ever seen. I still don’t know how I didn’t get drenched. (I’m glad I didn’t because how do you explain all those cum stains to your mom?)
I didn’t bust a nut that night, but I didn’t really need to, It was just that hot. And random, really random.
I was 17, or that’s what I told him online. I was actually 16. I thought it was cute then, now not so much.
I met him online, he told me he was in his early 40’s. He was a bear but more in a cub sort of way. Definitely hairy, and thick. But not big. I was already taller than him. And I’m only 5-8. I thought I was invincible in those days, we met in my garage. I wanted so badly to be fucked for the first time. I thought that’s what every gay man wanted. I still remember the smell of his cologne and lube. The slight musk on his scrotum. I hate a funky crotch, hell I even put deodorant down there. A big man can never be too fresh.
I lied down and I remember feeling pressure, just a lot of pressure. Not so much pain, that came later. No memorable caressing, cuddling, kissing, just what felt like me unknowingly being take advantage of. (Sorry I thought this would be more sexy, so much for the truth.)
I don’t know if I liked it or not when I was actually in the act, I sucked him off for a bit, I did like that. Afterwards the guilt was crazy, and the disgust, he anted more from me, I pushed back, hard. Never saw or heard from him again after that. But eventually I tried being a bottom again. So far I’ve only liked it one time. Don’t ask why I kept trying.