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My new vice
3/13/2006 3:46 am Last Read: |
Back from fun in Brighton with a lovely satyristic poi-spinning trickster spirit who can kiss in lovely ways. He's a darling. I have discovered a new vice over the past few days, which culminated at the Saturday party. I rather enjoy watching men get off. I've never been into voyeurism before, and I can't stand porn movies - cheesy, insincere and usually done for money, NOT pleasure. In any event, I rather enjoyed watching everyone enjoying themselves, adding of course to the fact the Satyr has a lovely singing voice and was singing to "Hurt" while being cradled in a young man's arms. Was brilliant. I have extended my voyeurism to the site. While interacting or playing online is not new to me, I haven't really found it that enjoyable. I don't talk dirty - preferring to be talked to rather than do the talking - though hearing a man use shocking words in my ear is delightful. The webcams have been providing me quite a bit of interest for the past few days. Some better than others! However, the one place webcam play fails is in the climax department; very few men cum on the things. After a while, wanking gets boring to watch. It's sometimes amusing how quickly men shut off their webcams. Did you really think a few gay men aren't going to be watching? Or someone that isn't what you'd consider attractive? Exhibitionists can't always be choosy. That's the prime right of the voyeur however, which is probably why I like it. Being watched myself has never appealed to me in the slightest. Go figure. I enjoy the way the stomach muscles tense, the panting and the way the hands start to blur when a man pleases himself. There's a point when the participants stop thinking "Oh, I'm being watched, let's put on a good show" and lose themselves in the moment instead. If the fellow has audio, that's really worth watching; nothing beats the sound of a man getting off. When it stops being a performance and becomes the enjoyment, the culmination, the release, is when I find myself enjoying the whole exhibition. It is, however, unfortunate that such sensuality only happens within the brief few moments of climax, but it does tend to make it worth it at that point. I have been amusing myself of late by corrupting youth - young fellows are often so very well defined across the stomach, and they tend to get hard at a moment's notice. It doesn't take them much before you can see them panting and stroking harder and harder. A simple suggestion of scenarios, allowing their minds to fill in the blanks, does more for them than just typing entry after entry of naughty words and image after image of crotches. Temptation and imagination is sometimes all that is required. In any event, such is one of my new past-times, in between the mundane-yet-enjoyable things I do on a daily basis. So, lately, my computer screen has the recent bit of writing to be sent to the publisher, and a small window in which someone is stroking off for the camera. Oddly enough the two activities go quite well together. Don't be surprised if I join your viewers quietly, say nothing, and depart. Sometimes, I may make a comment, but it won't be the comment you expect. And I often leave as quietly as I appeared. But if you cum, I'm usually smiling on my end. |
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