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Posted:Sep 6, 2012 7:19 am
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It's early Thursday morning, and I don't really have time to make a decent post, so I'm just going to put up a picture of my beautiful cock and leave it at that. Maybe I will come home from work and write something...
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stealing cars to move to Portland
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Posted:Sep 4, 2012 6:51 pm
Last Updated:May 17, 2024 10:27 pm 43258 Views
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Many years ago, I lived in Washington State, and during that time found myself in a relationship with two very attractive women who were the polar opposite of each other. One was tall, quiet, calm and seemingly sane while the other was small, loud, dramatic and clearly insane. I got it in my head to move them both to Portland, and having little money at the time, needed to find a way to transport us, and our belongings there. I won’t say I was so broke I couldn’t afford to rent a moving truck, but I will say that transportation in general was something that needed to be addressed before the move could take place. Living where we were in Washington, I hadn’t really needed a vehicle, and truth be told I wouldn’t need one while living in Portland either, but it was the getting there part where it was going to be at least convenient, if not completely necessary. At that time in my life, I was not averse to stealing whatever I needed, and came upon a simple but effective scheme to acquire a vehicle.
This was many, many years ago – so many that I won’t be talking about using the computer to search classified ads – but I’m sure the scheme would be just as easy to pull off today as it was back then. Using a local periodical that was focused specifically on selling cars, trucks, boats, motorcycles and so on, I found a car that I thought would have no trouble making the trip to Portland without breaking down. Using a pay phone, I contacted the owner, and arranged to meet somewhere close by so that I could test drive the vehicle they were trying to sell. The very first person I called agreed to meet me, and thirty gut-wrenching minutes later I was sitting in the passenger seat of a Volkswagen I was supposed to steal. The owner/seller drove around briefly, explaining something complicated about the exhaust system to me, while I sat and tried to get the tension to leave my body. When we pulled into a parking lot so I could get behind the wheel, I knew what I needed to do was jump in the car and take off before the owner could get in on the passenger side, but I couldn’t do it. I chickened out, telling the driver that I was no longer interested, and then quickly walked away.
The next time I set up a meeting, it was also to check out a Volkswagen. I don’t know why I was so enamored with the vehicles, except to say that I thought they would not be flashy, or draw attention, and that there were plenty of people driving them in Portland at the time. If I was going to be in a stolen vehicle, I didn’t want to stand out, and getting a Volkswagen seemed like the answer to that. I remember showing up at our meeting place, just as nervous as I had been the first time, but determined to pull it of nonetheless. Greeting the owner with a smile, I suggested we make our way off the main road, and do some cruising through quieter areas of town. I hopped in the drivers seat immediately, and we were off for a very short but tense drive into one of the nearby neighborhoods. I tested the breaks and steering, asked ridiculous questions about the car that made it sound like I was seriously interested, and then finally pulled over and stated that I would like to look under the hood. Without putting the car in park, or even undoing my seatbelt, I reached over and grabbed the door handle, throwing open the door and acting as if I were preparing to step out. Maybe the woman sitting next to me wasn’t paying close attention, or perhaps she was just anxious to be polite, but she stepped out of the car, and into the street without even hesitating. I remember she did the most perfect thing in the world too – put the proverbial cherry on top, if you will – and shut the passenger door behind her. I watched her take a couple of steps, looked down like I was pretending to search for the hood release lever, then pulled my leg back in, and the door shut behind it. Without so much as a glance towards the owner of the car, I pushed down on the gas pedal, and sped off. I only looked in the rearview mirror once as I pulled away, but what I saw, was the woman waving her hands in the air like she’d been shipwrecked on an island, and was glimpsing a rescue boat for the first time in weeks.
I used the Volkswagen to begin moving girlfriend #1 to Portland the very next day. I think it actually took us two trips back and forth, to get everything shifted from one place to the other, but we managed to do it all in a car that was very hot. The car was also not in the greatest shape, it turned out, so when it came time to move girlfriend #2 to Portland I decided to ditch the Volkswagen and get another car. This time I chose something that was still non-descript, but had a value of over $10,000. The first person I contacted this time around set up a meeting with me, but on the day of called to cancel, explaining that someone the night before had taken it for a test drive and hit a deer. My ride out of town had sustained serious damage and would need to be repaired before it could be put back on the market. Of course, I wasn’t interested in stealing something that had been in a wreck, so I went back to the paper and found another likely candidate. This time I agreed to meet the people at their home, driving the Volkswagen and parking it a few blocks away before approaching the house on foot. Getting introductions and pleasantries aside, we made our way across their front lawn, to the vehicle waiting at the curb. It was a Mazda this time, and I’ll never forget how good the car looked after driving that Volkswagen nearly into the ground. The sight of it gave me confidence, and that is how I proceeded.
The owner got in and started the car, to let it warm up a bit, and this time I asked right away to see the engine. He pulled the hood-release lever, I lifted the hood, and after a few minutes of quiet contemplation stated that I was ready to take it for a test drive. The driver’s side door was open, but the passenger’s was not, and I recall leaving the chore of closing the hood to the owner, so that I could get in and get his door locked before he could reach it. That is exactly what I did, and this time I waited until he was at the door and trying to get in before I drove off. Unlike the woman, he only threw his hands up into the air once, with what I am guessing was either confusion or resignation, and then I was taking a corner and driving away with another stolen vehicle. Karma or bad luck played a role in the selection of this particular vehicle, though, as I began experiencing problems with it right away. It turned out the owner had been in an accident, and not only was the airbag completely missing, the vehicle was also having electrical problems. Sometimes it would start, but sometimes I’d have to pop the hood, get out, jiggle the battery cable, and then try it a few more times before it would finally come to life. This was a minor inconvenience I would learn to live with during the very short time it was in my possession.
With the Mazda, I moved my second girlfriend to Portland, and then made the mistake of keeping it for a while. What I should have done at the time, was park it on a busy street and leave the keys in it, so someone else could take it and get caught with it later, but instead, I continued to drive it. Months later, I would get pulled over near the Oregon Coast, and wind up in jail for Grand Theft Auto, but that’s another story for another time.
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oral service in the basement
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Posted:Sep 3, 2012 4:49 pm
Last Updated:Sep 3, 2012 4:51 pm 40341 Views
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I am a member of a site that helps men hook up with other men, the name of which I will not reveal here. For me, these meetings are of a strictly sexual nature. I’ve not come across an authentically kinky man who is into, or interested in, the lifestyle. As I am a very sexual being though, and need a variety of places to spend my sexual energy, I stop in regularly to see if anyone is expressing interest in me. The site tells me who has viewed my profile recently and allows me a limited amount of communication because I am not a paying member. It’s usually more than I need, as I am not shy about sharing my personal email address with people who I think are worth my time, and seem at least mildly sane. Asking them to contact me away from the site is a good way to weed out the fools who aren’t serious about getting together, or are indeed too mentally unbalanced to follow basic orders. You have no idea how many bright prospects suddenly become incoherent, or disappeared off the face of the earth, when I asked them to email me at my private address. Strange behavior I’ve come to realize is actually the norm.
Anyways, this site has rarely failed to deliver a good time. Actually, it’s not the site that delivers, it’s me using it and being the sexy, confident, demanding, dominant cock that I am that does it. There are always plenty of new members, so I never have to go very long without one of them offering to suck my cock or something along those lines. So many offers come through, in fact, that I quickly began to not only weed out those that had difficulty following simple orders, I also made an attempt to only visit those who could truly give me a memorable experience. Getting my dick sucked quickly became getting a back and neck massage, followed by some rimming action, then deep oral until I was satisfied. In times of great confidence and abundance, I began to demand a tip, or tribute, just to sweeten the deal and make me feel that much more powerful. If I was going to get a blowjob, it was going to be a long, selfish ordeal with lots of deep throating, and little acknowledgement of the guy giving me the pleasure. Using this site, I have been selfish to the core, and probably passed up some pretty good opportunities to meet interesting and intelligent people. In the end, it doesn’t fill me with much regret though. Men are, as I will regularly remind you, mostly sexual objects to me. Just like women. Men will never be love relationship material, but I’d absolutely love to find a male best friend to share some existence with. But I’m getting off the track here…
Two weeks ago I began communicating with a guy who liked to suck cock, felt he was good at it, and was willing to come to me in order to enjoy the privilege. Monday thru Friday I work a 9am to 5pm job, and this was unfortunately the only time frame in which he was available, so I was never going to be able to take advantage of the cock sucker. After a few more messages back and forth, I decided he seemed trustworthy, and gave him an offer he couldn’t refuse. If he wanted to visit me at work, I would take him into the basement of one of the buildings and feed him my prick. He immediately responded to the idea, expressing his enthusiastic interest, and a few days ago showed up unannounced, while I was assisting a customer. He simply said my name when I made eye contact, and when nothing else came out of his mouth right away, I knew who he was. Finishing up with the customer, I told the cock sucker to follow me, and lead him from the building. We crossed the street together, and moments later entered a warehouse at the opposite end of the block. Making our way down a flight of stairs, I took him into the basement, where I hoped we would not be disturbed. We made our way to the end of an aisle, where boxes and racks of product afforded us a little bit of privacy, and then stopped.
When I turned, the little bitch was already on his knees. Of course, I’d unbuttoned my pants while walking down the aisle, so it was only a matter of reaching down and pulling my prick out, to get it in on the action. I did so, and the man at my feet leaned forward, taking my full length down his throat the very first time. It was a wonderful shock, and I believe I gasped with surprise and pleasure. Keeping one eye one the cock sucker, and one eye on the basement stairs, I did my best to relax and enjoy myself. He was a good bitch – very attentive, deep throat, gave the right kind of attention to my balls – and I found it hard to not explode in his mouth right away. Being nervous and distracted helped a bit, but also took away from the experience. At one point I dropped my pants down to my knees, sat back on a pallet of boxes, and spread my legs a bit more to really enjoy myself. He was getting tired, and beginning to use his hand more, so I instructed him to get back to giving me his mouth and throat. He obeyed promptly, taking his right hand from my prick and moving it down to my leg. His mouth opened up a bit more, despite the obvious fatigue it was experiencing, and he went to work, making me very proud and satisfied.
I dumped my load in his throat, and he swallowed every drop without so much as gagging. The head of my cock gets engorged, and when I am excited I generally shoot a pretty big load, but he took it like it was no big deal. As soon as I could, I slipped my throbbing, and now quite sensitive prick from his mouth, and put it back in my pants. He got to his feet, bid me farewell, and did what any good bitch should done when done satisfying me; walked away. I made it clear that he could come back and do it again, any time, and that is exactly how the situation is being left. The element of surprise is intact. Some day, weeks or months from now, he’ll show up and make my morning or afternoon. We’ll go down into the basement again, he’ll swallow my load, and we’ll both walk away very happy. That’s the way I want my life to be right now.
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an introduction to the blog
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Posted:Aug 31, 2012 5:56 pm
Last Updated:May 17, 2024 10:27 pm 37993 Views
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Welcome to my new blog. I say “new” because I was a member on Alt before, and maintained one for nearly four years before it was summarily and unexpectedly deleted. That blog was about my relationship with, and adventures involving, my girlfriend of nearly six years but this is a new beginning for me on Alt. This time around, it’s going to be all about my adventures, my point of view, etc.
My name is K. That’s right, K: one letter, which should make it really easy for most of you to remember. Have you ever seen the movie “Men In Black” with Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones? Will Smith’s character goes by “J” and Tommy Lee Jones is known as “K”. That’s me – the name, not the character in the film. There is a book by Franz Kafka called “The Castle” (not one of his better works, I’ll admit) and in it the main character is also known as “K”. I don’t relate to him either, it’s just another example of someone going by the name “K”. Let’s move on…
I understand the need for labeling, and putting people into categories, so for this reason, and this reason alone, have indicated I am heteroflexible. I think it’s important I give you my definition of/take on this particular term since most people just assume it means I am bisexual. The reality is, I am simply “sexual”. I don’t care if I am having sex with a man or woman. As long as I am having a good time, and enjoying myself, it does not matter if the hole I am sticking my cock in belongs to a male or female. This means, however, that I do NOT traditionally date men, find them particularly alluring, want to kiss them, or anything along those lines. I am very attracted to women of all shapes, sizes, ages and ethnic backgrounds but I am not all that attracted to men. I will let a man give me a full body massage (w/ happy ending!), swallow my cock, lick my asshole (maybe even stick his cock in it), and do many other things that please me but my interests and desires usually end there. Occasionally, I will go out to a club or other sexual/social event with a guy, but for the most part I am only interested in being serviced and pleasured by one. And because I am not worried about attraction, I am open to all shapes, sizes, ages and ethnic backgrounds when it comes to men as well.
I am a sexual being, and as such have spent the majority of my adult life working in adult jobs, or trying to run my own adult ventures, but that is not all I am about. In addition to producing, editing, directing and often starring in adult films I also work as a DJ, create my own music, maintain an X-rated blog, do some adult/artistic nude/fetish modeling, and live a rather “normal” daily existence. Believe it or not, there's a normal, full time job in there as well. I am definitely not one-dimensional. My life is filled with creative, artistic and outrageous pursuits that go right along with the mundane and necessary ones. I’ve LIVED my life, and refuse to stop now. If you are interested in more than the sexual side of me please keep reading:
My weekly, 2-hour program “Our Ruinous Music” can be heard on WTNRradio. New shows go live every Saturday at 4pm, and old shows can be downloaded for free from my archive, any time. If you want the address to the site, contact me directly, or visit WTNRradio and look for K. That’s just “K” not “DJ K”. In addition to this very unique 2-hour program, I have a few samples of some more straightforward DJ sets I’ve done, on SoundCloud. The examples are VERY DIFFERENT than my show on WTNRradio. If you look for me on SoundCloud, type OurRuinousLove into the search area. All one word. These mixes are more like what I do for local parties and kinky events, and NOT AT ALL what the radio program sounds like.
Keep reading this blog. With the exception of meeting, and talking in person, it is the only way to really get to know me, and I believe if you keep reading you will. It will entertain, inform, shock, surprise and hopefully arouse and excite you. Comments are very welcome.
My music can be heard on iTunes, Emusic, ReverbNation, Spotify and many other places. My first album, “OK to Dis Connect”, is available for purchase right now. It is Dark Electro/Industrial and for adults only. The themes and samples are often related to unpleasant subject matter. If you want to know about my most recent releases, ReverbNation is the place to go. There are songs available there that are not available anywhere else. Contact me directly and I’d be happy to tell you more.
Yes, I am a pornographer - and yes, I know that's "sexual", but it's also a legitimate business that I am a part of. For the last five years I have written, produced, edited, directed and often starred in nearly 400 films. Some were very Vanilla in nature, while others crossed lines between BDSM, Hardcore Sex and Forced/ Fantasy role-play. As of this moment, my focus is moving away from those films and into something very different. I am going to exploit the fact that I am heteroflexible, and know damn well just how many men and women openly find that sexy these days, and begin filming with men, women and couples. If you want to see some of my earlier work, or would like to be introduced to the new stuff, send me a private message and I’ll hit you back with an address or two. I have 9 studios on Clips4Sale and one in particular is going to be releasing some new movies soon. Also, check my blog for updates about new releases. Selling these movies is not my primary goal here, it is merely a part of my life, and I think pretty damn interesting.
I'm going to be honest, blunt, opinionated, unapologetic, rude, insightful, intelligent, humorous, shocking, entertaining and enlightening every week. Keep coming back to see what I've been up to and I'm certain you won't be disappointed...
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