A reader of mine shared a nice nude shot of himself.
- You have a thing for a wonderful pair of balls
– You have a foot fetish
(I know which part I’d go for)
Thanks for sharing this pic babe!
It’s very awesome to see Lebanese public figures speak up about supporting gays.
Even if it’s on Twitter, that’s still something.
She tweeted back saying: “Ofcourse I do. I don’t care about ppls sexual preferences as long as they’re good citizens. Who r we 2 judge ppl”
Thank you Paula for your support! And a special thanks for Rainbow AnonKnight for asking her the question to begin with :).
How do I know if I really like something?
I instantly share it with my friends. Usually, an “OMG WATCH THIS YOU’LL LOOOVE IT” is in order.
That’s exactly what I did after I watched this great web series called: “I Luv You But”, thanks to an email from its Writer/Director Fadia Abboud.
The series follows the lives of Mouna (lesbian) and Sam (gay), both Australian and of Lebanese origin, who marry out of convenience to please their parents without changing who they are. The series shows the challenges and funny situations they face in this “fake marriage”. I loved the writing. It’s really funny and real.
I haven’t been this excited about something gay-related in a long time. It’s the first gay-themed Lebanese web series I assume. So great job to the entire “I Luv You But” crew. You got yourselves a fan here. Keep those epi-s comin!
Check out the series’ Facebook page here.
Watch the epis below:
EPISODE 1 – I LUV U BUT… I’M GAY AND I HAVE TO GET MARRIED.
EPISODE 2 – I LUV U BUT… I WANT THE BIG ROOM.
EPISODE 3 – I LUV U BUT… YOU GOTTA GET OUT MY MOTHER IS COMING!
EPISODE 4 – I LUV YOU BUT… DO YOU HAVE TO WASH HIS UNDIES?
EPISODE 5 – I LUV U BUT… GET OUTTA MY BED!
EPISODE 6 – I LUV U BUT… BE QUIET! I’VE GOT A DATE COMING.
EPISODE 7 – I LUV U BUT… DID YOU HAVE TO GET MARRIED CUZ?
EPISODE 8 – I LUV U BUT… PLEASE HAVE CHILDREN BEFORE I DIE.
EPISODE 9 – I LUV U BUT… YOU CAN’T GO OUT DRESSED LIKE THAT.
“Have you ever tried Master and Slave?”, he asked me on Whatsapp.
I was caught off guard. I had felt he liked to be dominated in bed before, but I didn’t know he was into being a slave. Plus, the only thing close to master that I have mastered has ended with bation. “No, no. This is too kinky, even for me”, I thought.
Shift scene to 5 days later.
I’m tying his feet with ropes after I pushed him face down on the bed.
With the same long rope I had used to tie his feet, I whipped his back. He let out a moan. It felt good. Between whips, I would kiss the back of his neck. Well, more like biting. Pulled him by the hair so I can see his lips and kiss him hard, then pushed his head back on the mattress. Though the look on his face was saying “fuck, what did I get myself into?”, I can tell he liked it rough.
I looked at his legs and they were always moving and I was starting to get pissed. I bit his legs, then whipped them really rough and ordered him to “stop fucking moving”. He tried to remain calm, but couldn’t. I was really getting pissed (As you can see, I take my role as Master very seriously). I got another pair of ropes and tied his hands together.
I took his shorts down and started kissing his cheeks, biting them, whipping them. It hurt. I could tell by the marks. Whipped his back a little more and with every whip, his screams kept getting louder so I order him to stop screaming or I’ll whip him harder. I’m guessing he wanted it harder cause next thing you know, the slashes were getting louder. At this point, his entire backside was marked with long red lines.
I got out of bed, walked over to the other side where his face was down lookin at the floor, pulled his head by the hair and put my dick in his mouth. He was using his teeth so I slapped him and told him to do a better job. “Stop biting”. He tried but then he started gagging on it. “No gagging!”. Whenever he would fuck up, he would get a slap and a whip on the back.
Hopped back to bed and jumped on him.
I slapped his ass repeatedly and spit on it. As the spit circled his asshole, I could feel my inhibitions circling the drain.
Put a rope between his ass cheeks and closed them with one hand. With the other, I pulled the rope slowly back out. Ass-teasing him.
“Got a condom?”, I asked. “Uhhumm”, he grunted. Lubed up his ass and opened the drawer and put the condom on. Fingering him wasn’t an option. If rough is what he wants, rough is what he’ll get. Patted his asshole with my dick and shoved it. His screams had never been this loud. As I was on top fucking him, I would slap his face, pull his hair, and whip his back.
It’s as if he was getting raped. Maybe that’s what he liked about it.
As I pulled my dick out, I saw shit on the tip of the condom (that’s very normal in gay sex so calm down). Even though it was S&M and it was supposed to be “dirty” I felt like I had to change the condom. I removed it and threw it on the floor. Grabbed the box of condoms so I put on a new one and…shit…I had used the last one. Well, obviously I wasn’t doing no bareback so I looked around for what I can use.
The lube bottle.
Not too big. Not too small. Just right. I grabbed the condom I had thrown, put it on the tip of the bottle and started teasing his asshole. He never looked behind him to see what I was trying to put in his ass. I don’t think he cared. Tried pushing it in. After some tries, and a lot of moans, it went in. I was surprised he didn’t mind it. I mean, is there a point in a session like this when you’re like “Okay, stop, I’m NOT gonna do that”? When do you get out of character?
I got out of bed again and shoved my dick in his mouth. No teeth. No gagging. He had learned his lesson. Hmm, maybe the whips were working. I got back to bed, made him lay on his back so I can see his face. His lips were quivering. His eyes half closed. It wasn’t the “yeah, I look sexy don’t I?” look. It was the “what have I done to deserve this?” look. Sat on his face, put my balls in his mouth as I stroked my dick. I was about to come. So I did. In his mouth and on his lips. He swallowed it all. I caressed his cheek as a sign of “good boy. You did good”.
I pulled his legs up and spit on his dick. Stroked it while I slapped his thighs. Then he came. On his stomach… and on his face. I put his legs back down, reached over to his face and kissed him on the lips.
As I walk to my car, I recall my reaction to him when he proposed the Master/Slave idea.
“That’s too much”, I had replied.
Looking back at all the marks I left on his back, I smile and think: “Really? Too much?”
What changed? Why did I think I couldn’t do it? That I couldn’t spit on someone and degrade someone? And what does that say about me now that I realized I not only can…but that I enjoy it? I guess even after 25 years, you’re still getting to know yourself.
It wasn’t the first time I walk out of his apartment after having sex. But this time, I felt…different. I felt in control. In work, in love, in many areas… I’m powerless. It felt good to be bad. To degrade someone. To take out all the anger and frustration on someone. For an hour, I was in charge. A master of something.
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Just as you’re about to get married to the wrong guy, prince charming storms into the church, saves the day, and professes his love to you.
When you hit 18, you move into an apartment with some fun friends and have the time of your life.
As soon as you start making some money, you finally travel around the world. Trip to Egypt. Trip to New York. Eurotrip with friends.
You’re 27. You’ve worked so hard to get to where you are. You have a great boss and a great position and your office overlooks the entire city. You’ve made it.
You know how much easier our lives would have been if we had never watched movies?
We’ve been brainwashed since we were kids that all of these can happen. And hey, for some of you out there…it does. And I couldn’t be happier for you (NOT). But the reality is… these things are made up.
Imagine if we didn’t have these enormous expectations for ourselves and for what our lives had to be. Then we’d be sort of content with what we’ve accomplished in our lives so far. But when we’re constantly reminded by Hollywood movies about just how far our lives are from the “reality” these characters have, will we ever think our lives are good enough?
Enough of my rant.
Time to watch Titanic for the 127th time.
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Fact: Using condoms (especially in one night stands) is a must.
Another Fact: Many idiots don’t use them.
Yet Another Fact: Many people don’t know how to properly put them, especially in the heat of the moment.
Everyone should know how to put a condom on. (Yes, lesbians. You too. You never know where your aunt’s vibrator has been. Ekh.) So I chose a nice banana presenting the average Lebanese size. Not a far-eastern banana, nor Somali. Just pure Beiruti banana.
Hold that motherfucker proudly. It’s literally the fine line between your dick getting covered in shit and your dick smelling like chocolate, strawberry or mint (though mint will burn the shit out of your ass).
Unwrap the condom package. Careful not to tear the condom, though.
Oh yeah… tryin to be sexy and tearing the wrap with your mouth? No bueno. (Although, guilty.)
Figure out which way the condom is rolled. Either use your finger or breathe on it.
Pinch the entire tip of the condom as you put it on the dick.
No air should be left inside the tip of the condom as you roll it down.
You’ve rolled that condom all the way down.
Now you can ride that shit like a pony.
Needless to say, lube (and saliva) are a must.
Once you cum in the condom, DON’T USE IT AGAIN in the same session (or any other session).
Like, how cheap can you be? Buy another one.
Tie it in a knot and throw it in the trash can. (Or cover it up with like 20 tissues if you live with your parents and THEN throw it).
No banana should be harmed in the making of any tutorial.
Eat it after you beat it.
I personally did.
Good old Beiruti banana (or at least I hope so).
Porn is mostly fake. I mean, you put 2 guys (or more) in a room and they’re actually paid to have sex.
What’s hotter than porn is seeing everyday guys in normal situations with their packages hangin loose.
You might say it’s kind of perverted to get aroused by a guy who didn’t even wish to be photographed naked but aren’t all fetishes kind of perverted?
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