“There is nowhere you can go where I can’t find you and annoy you.” Please comment! The Past As an only child, with neither the guidance or example of older siblings, nor the responsibility for younger ones, you learn to be self-reliant and to enjoy your own company a lot of the time. Some kids create a fantasy friend with whom they can share “being alone”. It’s all perfectly normal. Or so they say. In my case, I had a fantasy younger brother and his name was Deryk. However, he was no daytime playmate; I only ever conjured him up at night. But in my imaginings, he was always getting into scrapes of one kind or another, from which I had to rescue him. Once, I recall, he was stuck up a tree and too frightened to climb down; another time, while messing about by the river’s edge, he fell in and I had to wade in and fish him out! These rescues, although superficially innocuous in nature at first, were always curiously tactile; I would have to carry him, hold him, soothe him and make him better. And more often than not, I would need to take his clothes off in order to do it! Deryk was physically everything I wanted to be at that age but wasn’t. I had curly, ginger hair and brown eyes; stockings he had wavy black hair and deep blue eyes. I had pale, freckled skin; his was soft and tanned. Unlike me, he also had a wide mouth with well-pronounced lips…..in fact, he was really “cute” and ironically, years later, my first love affair would be with an 18-year old just like that. But that’s another tale. As I grew older, Deryk kept reappearing – always at night - but the scrapes from which I had to rescue him became more and more physical, occasionally even violent. Deryk’s wounds were usually around his groin or thighs, so that I had to take his trousers off, exposing his soft flesh and his white underwear, which I usually had to remove in order to dress his wounds. In reality, of course, I still hadn’t discovered what sexual arousal was. I had caught furtive glimpses of some of the other boys in the gym changing room and in the showers, most of them better developed than me, but I was painfully self-conscious and shy at that age, so these exposures of Deryk’s most private parts were not understood. In one scenario, he had been dragged by his arms, backwards across the gravel playground by some school bullies, tearing his trousers half-off and leaving bruised and bleeding scars over his buttocks. In fetish private, I would delicately turn him over and remove his already ripped trousers and underpants, to reveal his soft, round and bleeding backside, which I would carefully wash and dab dry – before kissing him better! By the time I had discovered the miracle of erections and what happened when you played with them, my adventures with Deryk had taken on a new dimension and the final act in his frequent rescues usually involved a naughtiness I already knew to be high in the catalogue of grave sins. But time moves on and Deryk eventually drifted away. I grew up and discovered the untold wonders of gay sex and at last I understood what my fantasies had all been about. However, I still missed not having Deryk around and I always wished that I had had a real younger brother. But then they do say, “Be careful what you wish for….” The Present japanese In the heart of London’s Soho, there is a particular gay bar I often walk past. From the street, you can see the guys sitting at the tables, some quietly on their own, some in heated, happy chatter with friends, and I always imagined it to be a great place for people-watching, as well as for “making new friends”. Up to now, legs of course, I had no reason to go inside, as I was perfectly happy in my relationship. Or so I thought. More recently, however, in the spring my 12-year relationship had come to an end and I was alone again. It was now winter and having more-or-less got over the trauma of being dumped 8 months earlier, I was today feeling in a good mood and I was passing that same bar. It was early evening but already it was dark and from the street I could see that it wasn’t very busy. Most people hadn’t finished work yet and there were just a handful of guys in there, most of them sitting alone. The softly lit interior looked friendly and inviting. Have you ever talked dirty on the phone with a guy before?” “Okay,” I said slowly, “I'll think about it.” My cock flopped out, bouncing before them. I finished and get dressed japanese nicely. I snapped back to the present with Taylor rambling on about something regarding her glutes as the valet pulled up with my car. She’s probing into me with her tongue, but she can’t penetrate deeply enough to break my hymen. Suddenly Emma seemed hesitant. While moaning, she whispered: “Anand, you know, I have been waiting for these beautiful moments and experience for months together. I sat staring at her until the clunk of a glass being set on the table in front of me brought me out of my state of shock. I put my hands down to brace my fall and my boobs bounced again. “Well you have continued to show lots of sexual excitement, even to the point of affecting production; too fetish many girls stopped working yesterday afternoon because of the noise you were making; so much noise from such small lungs. They were initially envious of the spawn and Pleasure Slave 3613-A since they would be the performers. He found the cut of my pussy and pushed his finger inside. She was legs now unable to get away, with her back facing the audience. Did he sense I needed a little loving? He grabbed her chin and said, “Open wide.” In response she opened her mouth and let him feel around inside. I was buzzing in delight. As soon as Ashley got into the water she turned and looked at Jason. “I have a lot to apologize to you for, and a lot of explaining to do. My emotions ran like a tsunami. After the beers were finished, I caught them glancing at each other and at my puffy and messy pussy. When Jerry wet the bed during the night, there was such a large puddle you couldn’t tell who actually wet the bed, or stockings if perhaps both had wet the bed.