And as far as the shorties go, I've always said big surprises come in small packages. Speaking of which, where the hell is Pinto?
It was unreal. and I loved it...
I'm also really interested in trying out stocking and heels myself. I have muscular "frog legs" and thick curvy calves, soft, high arching size 11 feet and (I'm told anyway) hot even "square" toes. I like wearing flip flops and walking on my tip toes. I guess high heels is the next logical progression.
Is that like say after you do your wife's roots and take the leftover bleach and paint a stripe down the center of your head, accentuating your faux-hawk?
[This message was edited by daddy on 12-30-01 at 12:01 PM.]
Nice to meet you at PTM last week.
Don't wait till you get a new story...
just make one up.
(I fixed the pic in your profile so it comes in now )
Let's get back to STH stories!
Hows about another tale from the "dark" side?
I used to pick these testosterone puppets up out side of bars (bouncers, oui) and get them to take me home. A schoolgirl skirt will do wonders. But, here in NY, these "str8" men require more than what's under mine. The first guy was wonderful. Muscular, dumb, and very inventive. So inventive he pulled out a strap-on when we got home. Every 17 year old girl's dream. So, I strapped it on and made him crawl around and lick at it like the hungry puppy that I had been earlier that night. What's a girl supposed to do then? He squealed like I should have. What makes this story intriguing, though, is how he told me afterwards he has to confess (as in Catholic) every week about his "weakness". I think that was the binding factor. I assumed the weakness was not the young chick-with-a-dick, but the dick under a Catholic-school veil. Welcome to New York. Straight To Hell.
Well these two young ( 18?) hot cubano girls who look so much alike they could be sisters,
walk right up to me and as one leans into me and kisses me on the mouth, the other presses herself into my back and reaches around and grabs my cock. Right on the beach, in broad daylight, in front of hundreds of people. I was floored. They lead me off the beach and back to their apartment a block away and fucked my brains out. I ate more pussy and fucked more times than I ever had with any women before. Completely wasted and exhasted they let me take a well deserved nap for about an hour.They woke me up and they had made me lunch. As we were eatting, their two brothers arrived. They sat down and ate too. Juan was about 20 and Hector was older about 24 or 25. Both Cuban Gods with beautiful bodies and huge pingas which were visible in their thin summer shorts. As we ate I kept looking down at Hectors dick in his pants and it kept getting noticeably bigger and bigger. I glanced over at Juan and his thick hands were already at work in his lap.. he simply unzipped his shorts and out flopped this huge moronga. Hector by this point had expanded out of his pants leg and the fat uncut head was dripping pre-cum as it hung there.
I was hard again too now and both of the girls suddenly cleared the table, put the dishes in the sink and headed out the door back to the beach. The oldest of the two said to me " Stay here and enjoy Hector and Juan. We will see you later maybe. They each kissed me goodbye and they were gone. As I turned back to the table Jaun already had Hectors fat dick in his mouth. They both reached for me at the same time. We fucked, sucked, rimmed,slurped and laughed our way from the kitchen to the living room to the bedroom to the outdoor terrace to the bathroom when they pissed and shot all over me in the shower and then licked me clean. Ahhhhh...Miami. Pinga rica en mi boca papi. AAAIIIIEEEE!!
I want the video.
I went to Vegas right after high school graduation, and met up with a girlfriend. She and I decided to hit a party. When we got there, there seemed to be quite a few hard male bodies in attendance. Whaddya know? A Brazilian futbol team! I found myself in a hot-tub filled to the brim with naked, tan, AFFECTIONATE men. Now, you must understand, I do have some sort of modesty. So when things start to heat up, I will take it to the bedroom (Definition of modesty: I will not scramble for a dick out in public. Not when there are too many to keep track of.) Finally my girlfriend and I wrangled the choice beef to an uninterruptable location. The carpet was very soft on my knees, but holding on to more than three slabs of meat is near impossible if you're the only one on the ground.
The darlings obligingly threw me on the bed with my friend. I could smell the testosterone in the air, and, I suppose, so could they. Do you know they are very comfy with each other? I guess when you shower everyday with a man, he doesn't mind when you grab his hips from behind. My girlfriend seized her opportunity with me. Girls are softer than boys, ya know? Did I mention this was my boarding school roommate? But, no, I digress. I am not interested in things I can do every day. Roomie is to Everyday as South American Stallions (plural) is to Once in My Life. Having seen the affectionate nature of the teammates, I kindly assumed the middleman. Okay, I confess, I love it. One standing behind, one standing in front. LOVE IT. I about lost my mind.
I was a little sore the next day. Ah, Vegas.
Last night at Kitch Inn I noticed a girl sitting alone with a sad look on her face and went over to cheer her up. Her name was Simone, it turned out she had a fight with her husband. Anyway we danced and drank the night away and she was so loaded I had to drive her home. All night she had been touching me and we were kissing each other lightly, she was so pretty. When we got to her house, I had to help her inside her husband answered the door. He was definitely surprised to see a gurl like me, but not freaked out. We went inside and she was starting to feel better and insisted that I stay for a while for a drink, her husband Mark also insisted, I wasnï¿½t sure If I should stay but Mark was gorgeous, a musician and DJ, he was wearing these boxers and t-shirt and I could notice his tight stomach, his body was fabulous and I noticed that his cock was now a little hard. I wasnï¿½t sure if it was from me or his wife turning him on. I sat there on the couch with them smoking a cigarette sipping on some wine and we were chatting about my lifestyle. Marks cock was now growing harder and I could see it coming out from the bottom of his boxers. Simone could see that I had noticed his cock, Simone started rubbing his cock and looked over at me and started to kiss me and pinching my nipples, which turns me on to no end. I new that the fun was about to begin, All I could think about was sucking Marks cock and feeling his hard body all over me. Mark got up from the couch came over to my side and sat down I was still kissing simone, but as soon as he sat down he took me in his arms and started to kiss me he was so strong, kissing me so forcefully I submitted totally to him darting my tongue deep into his throat, I reached down to grab his cock it was hard as a rock, I tried to break away from the kiss but he was too strong, he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom I hadnï¿½t noticed but Simone had left the couch while I was kissing Mark, she was on the bed wearing this fabulous Hot-pink strap-on. Mark put me down on the bed and took off his t-shirt and boxers revealing his gorgeous body to me, he laid down on the bed and I ran my hands all over his smooth muscular chest and stomach savoring every touch, I reached down and grabbed his cock and looked into his eyes as I wrapped my lips around his cock, he smiled and I started to suck his cock feverishly, I was in heaven, 7 inches, I couldnï¿½t get enough and I wanted this moment to last forever, at that moment Simone had greased up her strap-on and started to fuck my ass pussy. I was so engrossed in sucking Marks cock that I had forgotten Simone, slowly she fucked me, with this pink cock and then it started to vibrate inside me, deeper and deeper she fucked me and with every stroke I sucked mark harder and deeper into my mouth. Well you can imagine how the rest of the night went. I made two new friends who I know I will be enjoying pleasures for some time to cum.
Gawd I luv Kitch Innï¿½.
I recently moved into a larger room in my apartment. I've totally gotten into this new space because the back door to my patio and backyard is in my room. It also leads to a special entrance to the laundry room downstairs. Today I was laying in bed waiting for my EX- to come by for some delicious EX- SEX. Mind you, I had already been up, showerd, cleaned my livingroom and put fresh sheets on the bed. With this magic back door in my room, sometimes I like to think I am in a little cottage some place in Europe. (Oh my imagination) ANYHOOOO I am laying in bed watching Family Feud and I see a shadow come across the window of my back door. I share this huge backyard with 2 other apartments, but I have never seen them on my patio EVER. I got out of bed and looked out the window of the door to see who was out there. Sitting on the concrete, like 3 feet in front of me, reading a book was this total like hippy looking dude. He looked up, noticed me in the window and waved. I kinda waved back, opened the door and asked if I could help him. He said he was waiting for his clothes to dry, and went out the basement door and found my patio and thought he would wait there. By his accent I knew he was probably from Israel. I was right. His name is Ari and he just moved to my building the begining of february from Tel Aviv. As he's telling me how much he loves New York he very nonchalantly starts to play with his cock thru his very worn fatigues. Ari has this incredible boyish smile, and he gave it completely as he knew I was noticing his big boner starting to take up the legnth of his thigh. As if on cue we both laughed out loud and I opened the barred security door and let Ari in my bed room. Just inside the door he pulled down his fatigues and started stroking his dick telling me he hadn't cum in almost 2 weeks. Say no more. I sat on the edge of my bed, and started swallowing inch after inch of his beautiful tanned cock. His cock, balls and ass were completely shaved smooth, but his dick definitely had that wonderful mannish cock taste about it. I turned him around, made him bend over and gave his tight little butt a fierce tongue bath. He has those kind of great butt cheeks I just wanted to bite over and over. He went totally nuts and said nobody had ever eaten his ass before. I decided to really give him the works and pulled his thick cock between his legs and started sucking him backwards, while i took time to french kiss his butt as well. After 15 minutes of that he turned around and gave my face a fierce proper fucking. Ari busted his nut all over my t-shirt. He stuffed his cock back in his pants, thanked me profusely and said he had to check his laundry. Our hot little session ended on such a cozy, neighborly note. Very friendly. He took my number and took off thru ther back door. about 10 minutes later Jon the EX shows up and is totally not ready for how ready I am to have him. In my mind I loved kissing him with Ari's dick, and hot little ass fresh on my breath. He must of picked up on something too because we had FIERCE sex as well. Right in the middle, my phone rang. It was Ari thanking me again for my hospitality and giving me his apt # and phone number as well. Good neighbors are "HARD" to "CUM" by in this city. I am so happy I live in New York!!!!
We were locked in an underground cavern.
There was some sort of starlet leading our decent. She had long brown hair. Straight, silky, thick, red highlights and parted in the middle, it was very seventies -- it was very seductive. She would stop sometimes and turn to see if we were still following her. Then she'd giggle.
I'd have been scared I think if I'd been alone. But, although I could see no one else, I felt the presence of others. It was like that 'watching' you feeling you experience in a dream.
Even though I kept slipping on the rocks crumbling beneath my feet, she tread with ease. She would turn back and encourage me to continue on with a smile. This was exciting her. In the dark murk, she glowed, long eyelashes, imp smile and the soft serene shine from her legs, everything glowed. This was her destination.
She didn't really speak it -- she just pointed to the other side. She motioned that we had to cross the water; but, when she looked at me, I knew this was the place we had traveled to come.
It smelled like her, not pretty or sweet; but spicy and exciting.
She went in first. I watched the water slowly devouring her legs, sucking them up gently. To her knees, to her thighs, so white was her skin against the opaque dark of the water. She stopped, then.
The water just lapping at where she herself grew dark. She smiled and took off the long white shirt she had been wearing. The water glistening in her pubic hair. Her eyes closed.
She disappeared, letting the water swallow her up completely. Then a few moments later, her head came back up.
She summoned me. I took off my jacket and realized I had no shirt. She must have been wearing mine. I also
realized I was alone with her and she was hungry. I felt her needing: I felt her wanting. It was echoing in here, coming at me from all sides of the cavern.
I felt my penis begin to rise. It throbbed inside my trousers, it began to burn as it rubbed against the thick wool. It was in control. It wanted to feed her. I tossed my pants aside.
Her eyes followed them momentarily as they disappeared into nowhere and then she returned her gaze to me. She looked at my feet. Then slowly she brought her gaze up, pausing only for a moment when her eyes touched where I was swelling. She parted her lips and I could see the saliva inside her mouth come alive.
I went forward into the water. I went to her. I was blind. The murk of the water was thick and warm and before I could see again I was there. I was touching something soft. I could make out the white of her shoulder as she led me to the far cavern wall. Then I had her, against the wall. She laughed at me as if she had read my thoughts. She thrust her tongue into my mouth. Her hands were digging at my shoulder blades as she gripped my tongue with her teeth and sucked it into her mouth holding it, pulling it, until I could taste my own blood.
I could not hold back, you see, I felt pain. The cool of the water dissipated into fire as I drove myself into her.
The heat. Aghh, the heat. I was inside and she wrapped her legs around my ass and clenched tighter with each thrust. The strength of her gripping made me go faster. I heard her gasping. I wanted to hear more. I wanted to feel more. I could taste the blood in my mouth and her flesh contracting around me.
She was a bitch to me now, and I thrust harder. She gasped louder. There was only this for I don't recall how long. Then I saw her gleaming teeth, as she came. She gurgled. Into the bitch, I thrust again and again. She shrieked and pulled away, I grabbed her and then I came.
My body went weak against her. It was only then that I felt the magnitude of her strength.
She sank her teeth into my neck.
I was frozen. I was swimming. Floating there in the red, pulsing darkness that was my heart in time with death.
I lost consciousness then of this odd place I had been. I was in heaven. I was in hell.
I was hers.
I heard her laugh in ecstasy...
As I went down with her into the water, forever.
Take a breather. Have a coke ... and a smile.
Isn't it amazing what a little Anne Rice can do to someone on a rainy day?
Oh how I truly yearn for such mastery of words and emotions as to send minds reeling into forbidden and forgotten places... to have the ability to rip someone right out of their life, unbridled by thoughts of self... to provide just the right inspiration nestled into tantalizing imagery as to set minds ablaze... adventure, allure, lust, new realms, new states of matter... Oh how badly do I want to be a writer who can do all that - one who tears you into a thousand amazing new thought directions at once - releasing the thinker to hunt, explore and learn ... ahhh, to truly be... by Anya Hard
©2001 TonyaKnudsen's Anthology of Inspiration -AnyaHard.com - Original Photograph for Flesh - Deise Barbaresco, Boston, MA - 1993
Levi's, sauntering around the concrete jungle reminiscent of a
slimy serpent slithering in between the cracks of right of wrong,
black from white. Blood stained lips sucking the last haul from the
butt end of a borrowed cigarette, flipping the nicotine stick with a
snap of the wrist into the chaotic heart of a hectic intersection,
legs spread eagle on a gravel sprinkled sidewalk, drumming a filthy
boot on the ground to the sound of a passing car and spittin blood
onto the cold stone sidewalk.
Fuckin bad boys man....how I love them so.
I'd sit and watch as a youngster in the 1970's at my
brother's buddies fuckin around on the weekends, talking their
around his killer black SS Nova, long hair clad in denim splendor,
Deep Purple ripping out of the thunderous speakers of the car
stereo, and right then and there I knew what I wanted for Christmas.
My childhood was filled with the sickening sexual splendor of
fantasies of rock and roll boys. I'd snatch my brothers Black
Sabbath records, slap the headphones over my own mane, blast the
volume to 10 and lay back with my eyes shut; visions of dirty rock
club bathrooms became my subsequent home away from reality, humid
and grimy with the sickly sweet stink of discolored urinals and the
residue scum of cocaine particles leeched onto the back of a cracked
toilet. I'd visualize snorting the first shot of snow up my
ripping out my cock and pounding off over the stall wall, the two
week long unwashed stench of dick hammering in my head and filling
the stale air.
I think I was about 10 years old.
It only got worse. Nothing was filthy enough or dirty enough to get
me off. There was no boy on this globe that could defile me to my
liking. I always rose up, licked the jizz off a shit-stained finger
and left unsatisfied, out onto the boulevard with a lit butt hanging
out of my lips and a pack of smokes tucked tightly up the sleeve of
a white t-shirt.
Useless fucks. But yet, I couldn't stay away. They were like
I flicked my smoke up against a graffiti splattered wall and was
lured into the cellar by the invigorating stench of man and spilled
whiskey, skull pounding. The type of annoyance that starts at you
forehead, just above the center of your eyes and creeps its way into
the rear of your neck and festers there. Smeared the snot from my
nose with a blooded sleeve and heedlessly saunter down the stairs
into the dim basement; a solitary light on in the distant darkened
corner gleaming orange just above his head as he sat unconscious in
the bulky, tattered chair.
A vision of splendid perfection in my eyes. A grimy, decomposing
junkie in the eyes of others.
Hadn't bathed in over a week, long blond hair hanging sweat
sopped and filthy over a pale face sporting a dark goatee, a
blackened eye and a nostril caked with crusted blood. He sat
shirtless, moist, slimy and cold; soiled ripped jeans unbuttoned,
slightly exposing a dark tuff of urine scented pubic hair.
The room was hot, clammy, and smelled sour and musky, not unlike
rotted damp clothes stuffed in a dusty attic room. Shattered beer
bottles and needles riddled the cement floor and dried vomit hung
crusted on the walls and in a puddle at his bare feet.
A true vision of self destructive majesty spread out like meat, lain
in front of me, the sinner with nine lives half naked and pleading
to be mounted, fucked and put out of his misery.
His head slightly turns downward as I kneel down in front of him; a
crooked smile stretches across his face as he becomes aware of my
presence between his legs on the soiled floor.
A large shiny cockroach scurries across his chest, stops to taste
his nipple ring and takes cover inside the cushions of the chair.
Maybe....just maybe I actually WOULD be able to sleep tonight after
to help a friend with an errand. She stayed there and I decided (before hand) to "meet up" with a couple from there. We had met in a Feet Chat room
and they had kept in touch a few times via e-mail.
They are an older D/s couple with the the wife as DOMME and the hubby, bill, as sub. They liked our cyber(s) and had sent me pics as well. We agreed to meeting and talking. They are members of
Janus(?) and some other D/s groups. Bill is a submissive CD and his wife loves leather/pvc. I met them at Denny's and we chatted and ate pie. After a bit I agreed to follow them to their nice rambler style home. I was a little nervous, but BILL was quite laid back, older and heavy. I didn't see him as much of a threat. We looked at some fetish clothing, talked more about experiences and tastes. Bill admitted to being bi and attracted to me. His wife told me they liked cuckold fantasy/play. To make a long story short I ended up staying til late in the evening having such kinky play. It was AWESOME...I got to wear a pair of her stilletto thigh highs, which were a little tight on the toes, model my thong underwear, sit on Bill's face as the MRS. slapped and whipped his balls, Both Bill and I played with gags and massaged her feet, AND I got to slip on (AND KEEP!!!) a sexy pair of tan thigh high stockings they gave me. I got to walk around on my tip toes flexing my legs and working the hose as BILL followed me on all fours kissing my heels and calves. The night ended with me and the MRS. sitting cross legged next to each other on their couch as BILL sucked my toes and posed my feet to his fetish/liking. Then I turned around and let him jack off onto my cupped nylon feet (which was a trip to watch) as she stood behind him and whipped his back. IT was awesome and I plan on hanging out with them again soon. I never thought of meeting someone from a chat room before. Now I'm glad I did.
I met them at Denny's and we chatted and ate pie.
God Bless America!
FOR $5.00 a piece!!!!!!!!!
Are you crazy Mr. Joe?
They must be worth so much money now.
Besides, STH is such a work of art that it needs to be disseminated to the young'uns at a low price.
But...though we usually don't sell "used" items... what is going for over $100 is the complete "Scent" issue of Visionaire that I found put out in the garbage out front. Go figure!
Chi Chi saw the 3rd Issuse (not even that rare) going for $1,400.00 on Amazon!!
(As she pointed out however, it doesn't mean anyone actually paid $1,400.00 for it).
I think they regularly sell for around $100.00 on Ebay though.
Seriously, though, STH is one of the greatest sources of modern gay writing. I found them when I first moved to the city, and I relished every dirty detail that writers would share (even the really uncomfortable ones). It was very all glamorous and Jean Genet to a new kid on the block, trust.
I urge readers to subscribe to Dean Johnson's myspace blog for a 21st-century dose of Straight To Hell-style writing. We all know Dean is incredbly prolific; his wit and wisdom are unmatched in accounting for the day-to-day minutia of being a rock star/40+ year-old hustler. What a genius he is. I can't figure out the exact link so that it makes sense, but if you go into Rapture Cafe & Books myspace, clikc on Dean Johnson under our friends, you'll get there.