Archive for November, 2012

Lights, Camera, lots of Action

If you haven’t done so already, go back and read the previous post before you read this one or it won’t make much sense. 

Stwc and I got down the stairs just as K, our photo shoot partner for the day, was arriving. We greeted him; he was quiet and nervous – no wonder, really, he’d never done anything like this before and if I’d just walked into that kind of situation without having had the benefit of spending the night before with Stwc I’d have been shitting bricks as well. K got in the manager’s van and Stwc and I got a lift in from C who is taking over the club along with Lion next month.

All the, erm, equipment from the night before was still in place so it didn’t take long before we started. There was only one thing that I really really didn’t enjoy, which was having my head in a head cage but as soon as it became clear that I didn’t like that they let me out; most of the rest (whipping, spanking etc) I could take or leave. I did really enjoy the nipple play though (clothes pegs on nipples for about fifteen or twenty minutes when other stuff is going on and then take them off and squeeze, rub, bite or use a pin wheel on them… I know it sounds awful but I really liked it!). All in all we did about nine different scenes, which basically amounted to the three of is in various poses and doing bits of things to each other. Because the website only deals with photos and there are no videos it doesn’t matter if we don’t take it overly seriously. The final scene was of course the cum shot, with Stwc blindfolded and tied to a table and made to cum by K and me before we finished ourselves off over his chest and belly. Then we got cleaned up, packed up and left, heading back to the managers house.

When we were there I went to look up train times to get myself home and Stwc asked me how close to the train station I lived. “I don’t live near the train station – that’s why I’m getting a train”. “No,” he laughed, “I meant how close to the train station at the other end?” So I told him and he asked if I’d like some company for the night. Despite the bizarreness of the last day and a half I did – we got on really well – so he picked up his bag and, after we’d both been paid, he left with me and came back to mine. We played around a little bit initially when we got back but given that we’d been at it for five hours that day, as well as the night before both in and out of the club we didn’t keep going very long. So we cuddled. It was sickeningly cute; we talked and laughed and he could even finish off a quote from my favourite sitcom which ended in 1998, without even having to think about it. And we spooned all night, which was lovely. Ever time I rolled over from being the big spoon he rolled over straight away, kissed the back of my neck and kept on cuddling. Usually that’s annoying but it was actually nice. Then this morning I took him to the train station on my way back to uni so I could go back to the small university town he lives in. “You should come and see it, see how small it is. We’d find plenty to do”. “Yeah, when your boyfriend’s not at home. You better be single the next time I see you”. And then, to the shock of the old woman waiting in the foyer, we kissed again before he got on the train, and off he went.

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Sticks and Stones may break my Bones.

I was so undecided before I started writing this as to whether or not I’d actually publish it because I still am having trouble actually believing it. But I’ve started now so I’ll finish, but this will be a post in two parts so keep your eyes peeled for the next instalment

As you’ll remember from a few blog posts ago, one of the people I’m seeing regularly here is a guy by the name of Lion who did/does porn photos for a company based in a city near here. It turns out one of the other things he does is work – in the cloakroom – for a kink and fetish club that happens once a month in the city. Sunday night was that night for this month, and since I was bored and he promised me free entry, I got the train and went. I was quite apprehensive but if you remember, Magenta from Submissive Sunday started going to similar and presumably better attended parties not so long ago and I remembered how much she’d enjoyed herself. Plus I know Lion, so it’s not totally going in blind. He met me at the station and took me to the club, where true to his word I didn’t pay anything to get in. I changed to sme tight, tiny black underwear and donned the neko gear I alluded to recently, and after being introduced to the owner and some of the staff went to see who I could play with.

Now, I’ll try anything once but for the record being tied up and poked and prodded and whipped is not my idea of fun. I don’t really see the appeal, though if it works for you it’s fine. What I don’t object to though is playing around in a cage with a pretty boy also in his underwear; more or less left to our own devices for the whole night except when Lion was free to come in and join us, Stwc (really) and I got to know each other quite well over the course of the evening. When the time came for me to get my train back Lion came and told me and I said I had do go, Stwc shook his head. “No, you don’t. Stay with me. I’m staying at the manager’s tonight ’cause I’m doing a photo shoot here tomorrow” (He lives just over 200 km away so it doesn’t make sense to do that journey four times in two days). We shouted over the manager to ask him if that would be okay, and he said it would be “but you’ll have to share a bed with Stwc and Lion”. What’s that, you say? Share a bed with two guys both of whom I’m attracted to and both of whom I’ve had fun with? Oh, go on then…

“Come to think of it,” Manager continues, “The guy who Stwc is meant to be doing his photos with tomorrow isn’t someone who we’ve worked with before, there’s every chance he won’t turn up? If he doesn’t do you want his place? It’s paid, obviously” (and paid not badly either). Sure, why not. I’ve seen pictures from the site, it’s nothing too drastic. “Actually, let’s make the photo shoot a threesome. I can’t pay you as much as I normally would since there’ll be three of you, but does [figure 66% of his normal rate] sound okay?” Well, it’s more money than I was expecting to make. And no uni the next day. So, fuck it. I agreed.

After the club closed, Lion, Stwc and I went back to Managers where, feigning exhaustion, we tumbled into bed. We even went through the charade of sorting out who would sleep where and who would spoon who (I slept in the middle and spooned Stwc cause though he’s the oldest, he’s shorter than both Lion and I) and turning out the light and saying goodnight. At one point I started laughing, out loud and slightly maniacally. “This can’t be real,” I said. “I’m in bed with two porn actors. This can’t be happening. This doesn’t happen in real life” except apparently it does, and I shouldn’t have been so surprised because as you all know weird shit happens to me all the time but this was really, really weird.

The tension got too much, after about 90 seconds (paragons of virtue that we are) before Lion tilted my head and kissed me and at the same time I reached out and after misplacing my hand over Stwc’s belly button I moved it down and landed it where it needed to be and began to stroke him through his boxers as Lion got on top of me and pulled down both mine and Stwc’s underwear. Stwc and I were under strict instructions not to cum before the shoot the next day but Lion is very enthusiastic with his oral skills so edged us as much as he could with the two of us making out hungrily (he’s a good kisser) before we finished him off.

We then went to sleep and Lion got up at 6 am to get the train and go to uni. When Stwc and I woke up we made out for a bit before getting ready and meeting our co-star for the day and heading back to the club for the photo shoot… which is another story for another day.

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