It's not time to make a change
Just relax, take it easy
You're still young, that's your fault
There's so much you have to know
Find a girl, settle down
If you want you can marry
Look at me, I am old
But I'm happy
I was once like you are now
And I know that it's not easy
To be calm when you've found
Something going on
But take your time, think a lot
Think of everything you've got
For you will still be here tomorrow
But your dreams may not-- Cat Stevens
My journey through GetDare and Kink in general.
So the facts about me. Some of which you know.
Let's start with the bare information.
I’m currently 45. I joined GetDare at 30, mainly because my wife works in a job which is way harder than mine, coupled with her functional narcolepsy, leaves me alone typically 3-4 hours a night, with no one to talk to and nothing important to do. During the years leading up to my joining, I definitely experimented in kink, but it was more of a background thing.
During High School, I experimented with my girlfriend at the time. Normal things like bondage, which lead their way to denial, and one spectacular Saturday afternoon, when I was flicking the bean of the girlfriend, and I decided to experiment. I still don’t know what lead me to do this, I really don’t know, I read a lot of Penthouse Letters (thanks dad) then. I stopped right before she had her big ‘arrival’ moment. I counted to 100 and started again…slowly. I increase the tempo until just before the arrival again. And again. I did it five times that afternoon. She screamed loudly. Like almost got caught loud. After that, I was relegated to the submissive role a lot. I was ridden hard and put away wet a lot. After that the relationship got abusive. I got slapped, clawed, and she attempted to run me over with her car.
Some of you know that I essentially drank myself out of college. That isn’t “totally” the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I wasn’t busting out of my last class on Friday to go to the pub. I was going to the Hellfire Club, the LURE, and to Paddles. Seeing flogging, whippings and the whole gamut of play, from a 70 year old woman getting fisted to a post 9/11 firefighter getting whipped for 30 minutes by a recently retired dancer from the NYC Ballet. I loved every night down there, even though I wasn’t a member of a ‘community’ so to speak.
Just before I went away to college, I had a tough breakup with the girlfriend. It was hard on me and drove my desires to be a bit dark. Literotica had just started and lead me to some some really dark fantasies, in addition to some DARKER websites. I think it’s just a matter of God’s grace that I didn’t do anything drastic during this time. Feel free to ask me about those thoughts, they still linger in the back sometimes.
Anyhow talking about those fantasies that I developed… The thought of keeping a girl naked, in a cage, with a collar around her neck, treating her like a puppy or a pony, or a cow to get some satisfaction out of her. There was some other things going on with me at the time. It ran concurrently with me not having a date for four years. I essentially became the incel everyone talks about.
After college I worked on ships for a while. An Idle mind is the devils playground, and it became the place where, out of boredom, I first experimented in crossdressing (Stockings) and anal play. The only multiorgasmic time I ever have, is when there’s something buzzing away back there.
Then I tried crossdressing when I got my own place and got caught by my roommate. It was embarrassing and I didn’t do that again for a long time. Still developed a love of erotic roleplay, and enjoyed seeing the results of this as more people used digital cameras. There’s some people I miss from back in those days, who essentially taught me about crossdressing, public play, and improvised fetish devices (IFD’s).
The wife came. And came again and again. I knew she was kinky because she came over the day before her second scheduled date. And asked to be spanked, and have her tits beaten. And we branched out. Sensation play, rape play, semi public play. If there’s a road trip, and its just the two of us, the tits definitely come out on the highway.
For a time, I was busy as hell. Still checking in at GD once in a while. Searching out events on Fetlife, talking to others in the area, going to clubs on and off.
And then about 6 years ago the world stopped, but during that time, while a lot of people didn’t have to go into the office, wifey and I had to go to work every day. With me working from 6-2 and her working from 8-6/8 I had some time to do some thinking. I had time on the weekends. The bug started coming in again. I wanted to go out. The urge came more and more, until, when the world reopened, we went to a weekend in NY where Andie came out of the closet at Paddles. Ive seen pictures of that night. I would like to think it was good for a first time. But it really wasnt. Then came some girls nights out, and then some solo trips, including to the drive in and burger king. Then last winter I actually took a solo trip to a (sorta gay) bar as Andie.
I know its never going to be full time for me, but the desire is there, and i get out as much as I can.
Most of my bravery was spurred on by you gentle readers, through talk and play. Going through some of the play that I’ve had with them it felt better and more natural to go further with my play.
Anyhow its getting close to time to put the computer away. Ill be around here later kids. Don’t hesitate to ask Uncle Andy/Aunt Andie for advice
Just relax, take it easy
You're still young, that's your fault
There's so much you have to know
Find a girl, settle down
If you want you can marry
Look at me, I am old
But I'm happy
I was once like you are now
And I know that it's not easy
To be calm when you've found
Something going on
But take your time, think a lot
Think of everything you've got
For you will still be here tomorrow
But your dreams may not-- Cat Stevens
My journey through GetDare and Kink in general.
So the facts about me. Some of which you know.
Let's start with the bare information.
I’m currently 45. I joined GetDare at 30, mainly because my wife works in a job which is way harder than mine, coupled with her functional narcolepsy, leaves me alone typically 3-4 hours a night, with no one to talk to and nothing important to do. During the years leading up to my joining, I definitely experimented in kink, but it was more of a background thing.
During High School, I experimented with my girlfriend at the time. Normal things like bondage, which lead their way to denial, and one spectacular Saturday afternoon, when I was flicking the bean of the girlfriend, and I decided to experiment. I still don’t know what lead me to do this, I really don’t know, I read a lot of Penthouse Letters (thanks dad) then. I stopped right before she had her big ‘arrival’ moment. I counted to 100 and started again…slowly. I increase the tempo until just before the arrival again. And again. I did it five times that afternoon. She screamed loudly. Like almost got caught loud. After that, I was relegated to the submissive role a lot. I was ridden hard and put away wet a lot. After that the relationship got abusive. I got slapped, clawed, and she attempted to run me over with her car.
Some of you know that I essentially drank myself out of college. That isn’t “totally” the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I wasn’t busting out of my last class on Friday to go to the pub. I was going to the Hellfire Club, the LURE, and to Paddles. Seeing flogging, whippings and the whole gamut of play, from a 70 year old woman getting fisted to a post 9/11 firefighter getting whipped for 30 minutes by a recently retired dancer from the NYC Ballet. I loved every night down there, even though I wasn’t a member of a ‘community’ so to speak.
Just before I went away to college, I had a tough breakup with the girlfriend. It was hard on me and drove my desires to be a bit dark. Literotica had just started and lead me to some some really dark fantasies, in addition to some DARKER websites. I think it’s just a matter of God’s grace that I didn’t do anything drastic during this time. Feel free to ask me about those thoughts, they still linger in the back sometimes.
Anyhow talking about those fantasies that I developed… The thought of keeping a girl naked, in a cage, with a collar around her neck, treating her like a puppy or a pony, or a cow to get some satisfaction out of her. There was some other things going on with me at the time. It ran concurrently with me not having a date for four years. I essentially became the incel everyone talks about.
After college I worked on ships for a while. An Idle mind is the devils playground, and it became the place where, out of boredom, I first experimented in crossdressing (Stockings) and anal play. The only multiorgasmic time I ever have, is when there’s something buzzing away back there.
Then I tried crossdressing when I got my own place and got caught by my roommate. It was embarrassing and I didn’t do that again for a long time. Still developed a love of erotic roleplay, and enjoyed seeing the results of this as more people used digital cameras. There’s some people I miss from back in those days, who essentially taught me about crossdressing, public play, and improvised fetish devices (IFD’s).
The wife came. And came again and again. I knew she was kinky because she came over the day before her second scheduled date. And asked to be spanked, and have her tits beaten. And we branched out. Sensation play, rape play, semi public play. If there’s a road trip, and its just the two of us, the tits definitely come out on the highway.
For a time, I was busy as hell. Still checking in at GD once in a while. Searching out events on Fetlife, talking to others in the area, going to clubs on and off.
And then about 6 years ago the world stopped, but during that time, while a lot of people didn’t have to go into the office, wifey and I had to go to work every day. With me working from 6-2 and her working from 8-6/8 I had some time to do some thinking. I had time on the weekends. The bug started coming in again. I wanted to go out. The urge came more and more, until, when the world reopened, we went to a weekend in NY where Andie came out of the closet at Paddles. Ive seen pictures of that night. I would like to think it was good for a first time. But it really wasnt. Then came some girls nights out, and then some solo trips, including to the drive in and burger king. Then last winter I actually took a solo trip to a (sorta gay) bar as Andie.
I know its never going to be full time for me, but the desire is there, and i get out as much as I can.
Most of my bravery was spurred on by you gentle readers, through talk and play. Going through some of the play that I’ve had with them it felt better and more natural to go further with my play.
Anyhow its getting close to time to put the computer away. Ill be around here later kids. Don’t hesitate to ask Uncle Andy/Aunt Andie for advice
