Hairy arms

I debated about writing this blog entry, wrestling with myself about "Too much information" and if anyone out there would really care. Finally I settled with "Fuck that! It's my blog and I want to record my thoughts!". So if this entry isn't for you, skip it. However I doubt I'm alone in this paticular fascination.

I like a hairy man. Chest, arms, legs it's all good for me. Personally I don't have nearly the body hair I'd like to have, but there are limited options about doing anything about that. However I do feel I have fairly hairy arms and legs. The hair is light, but full.

My husband and I were out to dinner last night, when we unexpectedly saw a group of our friends walk in the door. We happened to be sitting on an extra large booth, so invited them to join us. A straight couple with two kids. At the time we didn't have our kids with us, so it was three to a side at the booth.

The male half of the couple and I are great friends and bond on multiple levels. All of them are 100% ok with us being gay, and in fact he flirts teasingly with us all the time, as we do with him (he is HOT!).

He sat next to me and we all bunched up a bit so we'd have room at the benches. As we chatted and later our food arrived I tried to give him plenty of room to eat, but invariably our bare arms would pass by each other. His arms are even hairier than mine are, and very dark haired.

The feeling as our arm hair rubbed together was electric, like soft velcro almost, but not quite, making a connection. It aroused me instantly and I tried to ignore it. For a while I struggled to keep to my side and not let our arms touch, but he didn't seem to mind, so eventually I left my arm be comfortable and just enjoyed the connection.

My husband and I check out sexy guys together all the time and it's no big deal. We've even told our friend on various occasions how hot he is. But all of that is "from afar". Having this subtle and almost but not quite, touch, was a big thrill for me.

I imagined what it would be like to be shirtless next to him? (he shaves, but we'll go with the fantasy that he's let his chest hair grow out!) Close... but not touching, just close enough where with each breath our rising and falling chests almost touch, the hair just grazing one another. Nipples harden and reach for each other but not quite touch. The electricity of our sensations dancing invisibly between us.

Hot... but never to be. Maybe next time we'll both wear shorts and I'll see how the sensation of two hairy legs together might feel differently...

Peace and Long Life,

PaunFarr

Shocking - Lies - Part 1

The shackles clanked shut and the doomed figure hanging from chains above knew he would never be free again. In truth, he was lost long before he embarked on this mission.

Dan'Toh tried not to shivver as he hung in the cold dungeon. He had heard horrors of what was going to happen to him, and of the inhuman being that would be performing his interrogation. They called him "Black Sabbath", otherwise known as Amarth Soulstealer. The dark lord of the North, holed up in his castle of ice and sending his minions out to terrorize and domination the population of the world. There were rumors that once he had been good, but that incomprehensible magic had stripped that part of him away leaving only cold black blood running through his icy veins.

There was a subtle click, followed by the deliberatly slow creaking of a door at the top of the dungeon steps. In spite of himself, Dan'Toh twitched in fear and his eyes shot up to the top of the long dark staircase. His tormentor was wasting no time, he would be upon him in moments. He was glad for this, or so he thought, that it would be quick rather than slow.

His steps were slow, precise and planned. The first Dan saw of him were the slick jet black boots that encased his legs. Made of some unknown beasts hide, they did not disappear into the shadows, but rather seemed to shine with some maelevolant light. The legs were slender, almost feminine and for a moment Dan'Toh thought perhaps the master of the castle was not the one coming to visit him. But those thoughts were dashed with just a few steps further down the stairs.

The figure's loins were barely covered by a thin black and indigo cloth that draped nearly to the floor between his legs. His manhood bulged in the thin material and seemed to throb as he approached his captive.

It was Amarth, the cold heartlessness of the man was not in doubt. On his chest he wore a partial armored breastplate of the same dark material as his boots. A black and indigo half cloak affixed to the breastplate and drapped over one shoulder. The black of his clothing was in sharp contrast to the milky white smoothness of his skin. Almost transparent as gossimar, you could imagine seeing weak muscle tissue underneath causing his movements. His long hair looked like spun clouds framing his face and trailing down his back.

But in his face... that cold small smile sent shivvers down the bravest man's back turning his spine to jelly. Eyes of smoldering coal simmered in his head, unreadible, terrifying to behold.

"Greetings... to Castle Amarth." the bold and sharp voice came from this small man. "I see you've been properly prepared for our little talk?"

"Just... just get it over with demon!" Dan mustered the courage to say as the dark lord approached him. Dan was hanging by his wrists, long chains stretching up to an unseen ceiling, while his legs were equally bound to the floor.

Amarth raised one slender hand, long black nails chiseled to fine tips, which he held poised over the bound man's heart. "You should with for it speedy... however it will not be." Icy blue electric danced from his fingers as Amarth made a clawing motion downward, Dan'Toh's shirt sparked and rent as the magic tore at it, from collar to waist his shirt was ripped open and bare flesh, now red with the marks from the eldritch energy.

Dan bit his tongue and refused to scream out despite the searing pain. Tears filled his eyes, but no sound uttered from him. Amarth smiled at him, his red eyes sparkling with interest. Amarth leaned in close, his pale lips next to Dan's ear, his arms embracing him "You have a secret, little worm... you did not journey all this way just to die." His breath chills Dan's ear, feeling like frostbite "Tell me!" he demands, his clawed eldritch lightning ripping Dan's back and shredding more of his shirt.

This time Dan could not help but cry out in spite of himself. But his cry was one of defiance "NEVER! Go to HELL you monster!!"

Amarth laughed at this, laughed to the point he nearly doubled over in mirth "Oh my poor soul... you have no concept of what true HELL is! But you will... you most certainly will, you will wish for it as a far more gentle eternal punishment than what I have in store for you!"

Dan stared at his tormentor with a look of panic in his eyes. He wasn't strong enough for this, he was a fool to volunteer for this mission, he wouldn't last and in the end everyone would suffer!

"Behold!" Amarth bellowed, and with a sweep of his arms, magic shimmered revealing what had once been a solid rock dungeon wall to become wisps of black smoke. The smoke parted to reveal an immense sphere. The sphere stood nearly three men high and rested on the backs of three living demons, forced to serve as a tripod to hold this unholy artifact.

The sphere was pure ebon, inside swirled what appeared to be silver-grey mists. They swirled and danced in their impenatrable container. Once or twice Dan thought he recognized one of the mists, and he bit back bitter tears in seeing them.

"My children... the Soulesphere... Final resting place for all those that oppose me, my greatest power and curse. Isn't it beautiful?" he asked, gazing lovingly up at the obsidian object. A face of some disembodied ghost appeared at the edge of the sphere, begging, pleading for release.

"NOOOO!!!!" Dan cried, unable to hold back at the sight of his own mother's soul trapped inside.

Amarth laughed again, slowly turning and walking back to Dan's struggling body. "Found one you know did you? Not surprising. I've collected so many over the years..."

Tears and sobs coming freely as Dan's anger and despair tries to claim him "You son of a bitch! You've ruined so many... corrupted good souls... Have you no soul?"

Amarth's fingers tease lightning out to bite at Dan's exposed nipple, not with any intention but simply as a matter of fact gesture. "No soul. I had one once, but found that power was far preferable to a soul. Now I... collect them. But you knew that already before you ever came here. Knew that I would capture you and tease out YOUR soul."

With a flick of intense pain, Amarth twists and releases Dan's nipple. The same fingers twist in the air as he conjures something out of the darkness. A violet blue crystal spins into exhistance to hover in his cupped hand. "I'll take your soul, but piece by piece. And in doing so you'll suffer agony like you cannot imagine. And before I'm done... you'll tell me the REAL reason you've came here." Amarth glances over his shoulder at the spirits in the sphere "And I suspect it's not simply as revenge for some poor long lost friend that I've abused."

Dan'Toh stares transfixed at the crystal, certain his inner resolve will not be sufficient to resist this soul tormenter, certain that he will fail in his mission and more certain still that he will very soon join his damned mother in her eternal suffering within that black globe...

Shocking - Truth

I had a most memorable experience this past weekend, one that brought up a lot of fantasy, yet was grounded in reality. I wasn't sure how I wanted to describe this. If I wanted to tell you the plain truth of what we did, or spin it into an elaborate fantasy for a little more spice. In the end I decided to do both. This is the truth. Hopefully I'll post the fantasy soon...

My husband and I are on a sexual adventure. We've decided we want to spice up our relationship and are looking for how exactly we want to accomplish that. Some of those options including opening up our relationship to a third or fourth person and possibly exploring some elements of BDSM. So far our adventure has gone slow, but we've learned TONS about each other and our likes and dislikes.

During this adventure we had the wonderful opportunity to meet a triad family who were also involved in BDSM. We had dinner with them, then got a chance to talk about various elements of the Poly lifestyle as well as BDSM interests.

Because I'd previously asked about the violet wand, they were kind enough to bring out the large case and show me what it looked like. It was all very neatly arranged in a large black case filled with foam compartments for all the delicate implements. They explained the differences between older wands with cores that easily overheated compared to this newer model with a ceramic core.

I was very curious about what it felt like, but our visit was very much just a social one and not a BDSM play scene. So they activated the wand and let me test various implements at different settings on our hands and arms so we could see what they felt like.

The first item we tried was a large ball, rather like an overblown light bulb. Like the picture above, it arced from the center of the ball to the class. When you moved your fingers close to it, tiny arcs of electricity jumped from the ball to the tips of your fingers. I've seen displays like this in science museums before, so was prepared for the reaction and feeling of it. Depending on the setting of the want the energy was barely noticeable to slightly tingly. Because the electricity was spread all over the large surface of the ball it wasn't very focused.

We went through several implements such as a glass rake, small oval and other odd shaped glass accessories. Each produced a different sensation depending on how fine of a point of contact it came too (the finer, the more intense).

Eventually they switched to an entirely different accessory that opened up a whole new world of fun! This was a beaded chain that attached to the wand and went to a grounding rod that was worn against the users skin. When the want was activated it made the users entire body the implement for the electrical contact!

One of the strangest feelings was caused by the use of what looked like a New Years Eve party favor. It was a simple tube with metallic pom pom strips coming out of it. When held the strips became a forest of electrical arcs. Running your hand through it you felt the nips and zaps as the electricity arced into you. It was far more random and sensual than any of the other experiments had been.

The most intense (physically) was without a doubt the very tiny little metal knife. When brought near the skin (but not touching) the tiny tip of the knife produced the most intense arc of energy as it bit into my skin. Used properly with a high enough setting I could easily understand how this could create temporary branding marks on the skin.

However, the last item we tried actually sparked as many mental pictures as physical sensations. The user of the wand wore metal tips on each of their fingers, resembling claws. When brought near the skin electricity arced from the tips and bit into my arm. The feeling was intense, almost as much as the knife, but the mental picture was amazing! Here was the fictional witches hand using dark magic to torture their victims without ever having to touch them. Violet blue magic, conjured from this black wand, focused through arcane gestures and sent into me! It was a fantasy I was barely aware of brought to full life!

Wow! The whole experience was amazing! I tried several different settings on the wand, but don't know exactly how powerful it was ever truly set to. I like to think I was enduring it on the maximum setting, but somehow think I never got close to that. Also all the tests were on my hand and arm, I imagine even the slightest sensations would feel FAR different on nipples or penis!

Unfortunately the violet wand is a VERY expensive little toy. And from what I've since read it's an extreme form of BDSM. Which I find surprising since I was so attracted to the sensations it produced, but totally turned off by the concept of spanking or many other forms of torture.

We did get to try some extremely light flogging, and despite the GIANT size of the floggers used, it was a VERY relaxing and comfortable experience (clothes on). I'd be open to giving/receiving this with my husband sometime in the future...

Later that evening I started to notice a stinging on my arm where the wand had been used. Small red dots appeared, very much like a sunburn but splotchy. It felt slightly stingy, but not bad. In less than 24 hours I didn't feel anything out of the ordinary where the spots were. And in 48 hours the spots themselves were faded to the point where you'd need to squint to even detect they were ever there.

In contrast, I worked outside all day this weekend without a shirt or sunscreen and ended up with a sunburn. DAMN!!! I'll take the violet wand any day over this stupid sunburn! It hurts to move my neck, wear a shirt, sleep, pretty much ANYTHING!

All in all, we had a very enjoyable evening meeting these folks. They were not the monster BDSM love-in, strange people some might think when hearing about a poly-BDSM family. They were incredibly NORMAL people with NORMAL interests (ok... maybe some kinky interests too!) who just HAPPEN to have a coffee table that converts into a living room bondage rack! Too bad our living room is too small to support such a thing...

Peace and Long Life,

PaunFarr

Hands Tied

Tighter... harder... make me beg!

Where do our fantasies come from? Why do some of us have intense sexual desires for things in other other setting we'd be repulsed and afraid of?

Bondage, domination, humiliation, pain and torture. We'd shout for a criminal to be sent away for good if they did any of these things to us, and yet some people practically pee their pants in anticipation of having it done to them! (ok, so some pee their pants as PART of the experience...)

Is a person's interest in BDSM something that they're born with, like gender identity or sexuality? Is there an inner NEED to experience these things that drives them to ask Master for more whippings? Or is there some event in their past that triggers this. Some awful abuse as a child that's now fixated their mind on something to the point it's a point of pleasure rather than a memory of harm?

I haven't tried BDSM (yet...), but I'm learning a lot about it in the Yahoo group "Adventures In Sexuality". I'm discovering that I have a fascination with being tied up, bound, restrained, hung from the rafters or any other way someone might come up with. I haven't tried it yet, but I've got a lot of fantasies bubbling around in my head about it.

Why do I feel this way? I'm the world's biggest control freak, I want to be in charge of EVERYTHING. I multi-task with the best of them and work best when I'm either alone or there is no question about who is in charge (me!). In bed, it's the same thing, I am the dominant one and consider it my personal mission to guide my husband to a mind blowing orgasm. So where are these thoughts coming from? Why do I fantasize about the exact opposite of what I'm comfortable with?

I remember, or at least I think I do, of something from my distant childhood. It seems surreal now, not quite a true memory but maybe a hazy recollection of something similar that happened. I was young, possibly even before kindergarten age, and I see my parent's living room. Other people were there, friends of the family. It was bedtime and my dad was telling me it's time to change into pajamas and go to bed. But with all the people and excitement I didn't want to go, I was old enough to stay up too!

The memory is hazy, but I was in the center of the room, wanting to stay up, but in my mind I think what I really wanted was to be chased to bed. My dad obliged coming after me to put me to bed. His big hands not quite catching my little body as I ran, but instead catching hold of my pants. Shorts and underwear both come down in an instant binding my ankles and dropping me to the floor.

Time for pajamas, one way or the other! Everyone is laughing at me curled on the floor while my dad holds me down and undresses me forcefully. Look at the little naked boy! Time for bed! I'm laughing and trying to get away, but my dad's big hairy hands won't let me up. Once I'm fully naked, and mom has protested to the point of making him let me go, I streak naked to my room to get dressed for bed.

Did this really happen? Is this a real memory, or something my mind made up, or perverted from something vaguely similar that I experience somehow? It excites me and gets me horny. Not the sort of thing to bring up at the big family dinner when grandpa is cutting the turkey, and I'm not sure if it's something I even need to resolve. I feel no trauma from it, no ill will towards my dad. I just wonder if this could have been my earliest experience with being dominated and held in place, a predecessor of my fascination with bondage?

Later, as a teenager, I experimented with tieing my pubescent body up to my bunk bed. An elaborate way to masturbate, but it worked for me at the time. Also the constant fear that someone might walk in and catch me comes up. I think I may have touched on this in another blog entry earlier.

So there you have it. TMI - I'm good at that lately. But what's a blog for if you can't spread out your soul so you can pick it apart and get a better look.

What are your dark fantasies? Where do they come from? Have you ever tried them?

Peace and Long Life,

PaunFarr

The Chair

All that was in his universe, was the chair. He'd been there so long time had no meaning for him any more. The chair provided all of his needs, tubes snaked into his arms feeding him, keeping him alive. More tubes deep inside his penis and ass, removing waste as necessary. His eyes and ears were covered, in darkness and silence. He was alone. No physical contact, no companionship, no life.

The chair used to do one other thing. It used to get him off. It was the most high tech masturbatory device ever invented, capable of taking a person beyond their limits into astronomical highs of orgasm. That chair hadn't done that in a long, long time. It had shut down, left him trapped in nothingness, but refusing to let him go on to life. Life. That strange blue and green world outside of the chair, people, places, REALITY. How long had it been since he'd been there? The chair held him captive. Not here nor there, no where.

His toe twitched. He'd forgotten he even had toes in all this time. But there was no mistaking it, the big toe on his right foot had twitched inside the restraining boots he wore. Was it just his imagination? Or was there...

There it was again! This time his left foot! There was no mistaking it this time, something had ran up the bottom of his foot, teasing him, tickling him. It felt amazing! TOUCH! SENSATION! Something beyond this damnable existence of non-existing!

His ears were covered, but he could hear something... a faint buzzing. Something over his left shoulder, he could feel the hairs on the back of his arms rising with the static chill of the sound. Then a bolt, like a strike of some thunder god's hammer, hit his chest at his heart.

"God.. fuck... what's happening... is someone there? Please, god, is someone there?" he coughed, partially because of the pain in his chest, partially because dry unused lips hadn't spoken in so long. "Please... just let me go, get me out..."

But his words were frozen, replaced by chattering teeth and shaking body. Electricity bit into his nipples, both simultaneously. He couldn't see it, but blue arcs of fire danced between his nipples, singing his chest hair. His body bucked in the chair, shaking and instantly covered in a thin sheath of sweet.

It was the chair! It'd been so long he'd almost forgotten, but this was the chair! It was teasing his body, preparing him for sensations and pleasures he'd never thought to experience again. Instantly his cock became hard in the heavy sheath it was encased in. His balls twitched, and were gently tugged on, by their on encasement. His body was coming back to life, being coaxed back with each new sensation.

"Do you like that baby? Is that what you've been craving?" the husky male voice cooed to him through his headphones. It was the same sexy voice he remembered that used to tease and coax him through his sessions in the chair. "It's been a long time, you got plenty of jizz for me to lap up?"

Responding without even thinking, the man in the chair moaned back "I got so much you won't ever be able to handle it..."

"We'll see... we'll see..." the chair cooed in his ear.

Visions of a giant cock suddenly flooded his long dark eyes as the visor came to life. Blinded at first by the sudden image he blinked and shifted his head side to side to try and get away from it. But the sound of lovemaking bombarded his ears. He watched the giant cock, hard as a rock, nestle in close to another man's anus.

Meanwhile he felt the familiar probe tease his own ass, the chair moving it's device into position. he knew what it would be doing and his ass clenched and shivered in anticipation. "Fuck me... oh yeah, please oh please fuck me!"

The voice in his ear whispered "You want it baby?" He could feel tiny sensations traveling up and down his cock as the chair teased him, while the vision in his eyes showed a man stroking his throbbing meat.

The man in the chair cried, tears flowing out of his eyes and out the visor "Oh please... please just do me!"

"You asked for it!" the voice gruffly told him as the probe forcefully rammed up inside his tender ass. Visions of the big cock plunging into the man matched the motions of the chair. The man in the chair screamed, his body struggling against his bonds as the probe hurt like hell going in, but his body wanted it, NEEDED it so badly!

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" he panted as the cyber cock thrust in and out of him. His own cock and balls were assailed with a myriad of vibrations and sensations as they were tugged, pulled and squeezed. Occasionally the electrodes on his nipples would spark to life, giving him new reason to scream in painful pleasure anew.

The images in front of his eyes and sounds piped into his ears started changing in rapid fire succession. Many men, all having hot sex, each thrusting and grinding, sucking and fucking. His mind and body were being deluged with sensations long forgotten. He was rising in exquisite ecstasy, exactly as the chair was programmed to do. Even more so due to his long imprisonment without any such feelings.

"Is this what you've wanted so badly? Is this what you've been waiting for?" the chair asked him, the nipple clamps squeezing and twisting the sensitive buds. The anal probe was thrusting deeper, swelling inside him while his cock hovered at the razor's edge of cumming.

"Oh FUCK yes! YES! Please, please just let me..." he begged, and it did. "...cum!" He ejaculated harder than any time he'd ever cum in the past. Somehow the chair had withdrew all of it's implements, bonds and devices in the moment right before he exploded because he felt the sticky hot cum shooting up his chest, a little falling on his mouth and face. It tasted oh so good as his lips reached out for their first taste of anything in so long.

His cock throbbed on his belly, continuing to shoot for a long time, until there was no more spunk to give, but still the hard dick continued to shake with each continuing orgasm. It was most certainly making up for lost time and stretching out this good feeling for as long as he possibly could.

Finally his breathing shallowed and the man realized he was free. The manacles on his arms and feet were gone. With one shaking hand he reached up and pushed the goggles off his head and pulled the ear muffs off. He stumbled naked and covered in his own cum out of the cyber chair that had been his prison. He immediately fell to the floor on his hands and knees, his body not ready to walk yet.

He was vaguely aware of a sputtering electronic sound and turned his head to see. It was the chair, it was sparking and whirring. It was dying. It had burned itself up in this one last use and now would function no more. His prison and lover were gone.

It was a long time before he managed to stand, but he made his way through the dusty room to the door. It was barely standing on it's hinges, he realized it was in a terrible state of disrepair. In fact, the entire room was that way, everything covered in a layer of dust, looking as if it'd been left untouched for years, decades perhaps?

He pushed and with an effort the door swivelled open. Blinding sunlight poured in, he shielded his eyes from the painful glare. He stepped out of the room and was surprised to find soft grass under his feet.

He looked around. The world was a lush green paradise. No hint of civilization anywhere around him, just the rubble of a building. The room he'd occupied was the only thing still standing.

He stared out at the world before him in wonder and shock. How long had he been in that chair? Had the world moved on without him? Was he the last human left on Earth...?

Virtual Haircut

Ok, I really did intend for this blog to be all about the big gay sexy stuff, it was never my intention to nerd it up. But unfortunately that's what I'm doing here again today. I really do promise some hot sexy action soon!

Check out the following link for a Virtual Haircut. Make sure to use headphones to listen, good earbuds are the best! Don't worry, it's not loud or obscene, it won't blow your eardrums (maybe your mind?)

I didn't make this, I was just forwarded it from a friend, etc. etc. etc. So forgive me if this is the umpteenth time you've heard of this and it bores you now. I just found it and thought it was uber cool.Enjoy!

http://www.i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id=22913

Peace and Long Life,

PaunFarr

King of the Beasts!

Hey all!

First of all... I KNOW this is NOT BigGaySexy, but I just have to tell you this story or I think I'll BURST!

I love kids, I have two and one's even 17 and I haven't killed her yet. So I feel I'm a pretty patient and understanding parent. But I hate to hear kids screaming at the top of their lungs in public places, I blame parents for not controlling them better and for not having the forethought to NOT take very young children into situations that require a bit of self control. Nice restaurants is one, I DO NOT want to have kids screaming and yelling a the table next to me. Less than 10 feet from a ferocious wild animal is another. Maybe not a good idea to anger the hungry lion...

We went to the zoo today and were walking through the cat exhibit. Usually these beauties are just laying around looking board, but today was the first nice day (no rain, no cold) and all the animals seemed more active and happy. We approached the lion exhibit and there was a man standing with a stroller with a child (less than 1 year old) absolutely screaming it's head off. He was doing nothing to calm the child, just looking around like an idiot. Probably waiting for it's mother to return and calm the baby rather than he lifting a finger to do anything.

He was standing with the stroller as close to the exhibit fence as possible with his back to the exhibit (baby screaming away from the exhibit). We started along the ramp to walk through and see where the cat was. We say a big male lion pacing around inside. This was the first time in our visits where we'd actually seen him up and walking, so that in itself was pretty cool! I told our friend's son to get his camera ready for a picture as the lion approached.

Something in the lion's eyes was different. He wasn't just lazily pacing, he was intent on something. He walked right up to the fence where the man was standing and the lion ROARED!

Oh my god! It was the most amazing, chilling, incredible experience I've ever witnessed! This massive male lion with full mane started bellowing this roar (presumably to shut up the crying kid!) that lasted for almost a full minute! Everyone stood dumbstruck in awe at this sight! No one moved! The lion didn't try to paw at the bars or try to get out, it was just roaring it's displeasure!

The sound was like something from a deep tunnel. It had an echo that proved just how massive this cat's lungs were and how powerful he really was. And the big part was, as incredible and awesome the roar was, it was obvious it was just a "Hey, I'm annoyed!" kind of roar. The cat wasn't mad or intending to attack, just vocalizing it's displeasure.

We could feel the vibrations of the roar in our chest. It was so AMAZING!!

Unfortunately my brain didn't kick into gear until the roar was almost over, but I realized my friend's son's camera had a video mode. I grabbed the camera from him and quickly switched it to video, but too late to catch the real roar. All I got was a "hurumph" kind of grump at the end, then the amazed reaction of the kids and adults that had witnessed it.

Everybody had totally forgotten about the idiot dad and screaming kid by this time, so I don't know if he got wise and high tailed it outta there or what. Everyone was just in awe at this event. I suppose it's not often people get to actually hear a lion roar in person, unless they are about to be eaten themselves!

It was an amazing experience and one I'll never forget. Above is the actual picture of the lion in mid roar. I won't bother uploading the short video because it's so pathetic compared to the real thing.

Peace and Long Life,

PaunFarr

Awaken to Terror (password 207)

http://blip.tv/file/854078 (Make sure to use password 207)

Hey all!

For anyone who's known me, even for a little while, you would know that the above image is NOT what I'm usually into. Basically, "if there's no hair, why would I care?". Ok, maybe that's being extreme, but at least for me, my #1 favorite trait is chest hair. Twinks, hairless/shaved men, "boys", are simply not what I'm into.

I found the above in a Flickr group (Male BDSM fantasies) and received permission from the poster (koutesu) to repost it here. Please make sure to use the password of 207 to view the video at the end of the link.

The video is HOT! No doubt about it. koutesu actually posted several videos in similar series on Flickr, and all are to be appreciated and watched again and again! But the above one happened to be the first I saw, and the hottest (in my opinion). Like I said above, NOT the usual type of guy that I go for, but the video touched on so many scenes of bondage that have been churning around in my head for a while that it really did the trick for me!

Now, you may ask, was my fantasy to be the dominant tormentor, or the submissive captive? Ah hah! Now we have the key! From an early age I enjoyed being tied up (by myself) and that's been a fantasy that's stuck with me my entire life, but I have never really explored as an adult. Part of the problem is that I'm a multi-tasking, dominant, control freak TOP, and it's hard for me to let go of control enough for someone to do this to me. However I also think that's the same reason why the idea of being bound and dominated like this is such a hot fantasy for me! It's so far outside my norm that it's exactly the forbidden fruit that I crave.

I'll post another blog about my pursuit of this BDSM fantasy, as well as some other fantasies I and my husband are trying to make reality.

I hope you try watching the video and see what you think. At first I had a "blair witch" moment in which I felt "Oh my god! I can't believe I'm watching this! Someone needs to get some help for this poor guy!" but after watching several of koutesu's videos, I'm convinced this was entirely consensual and staged. Still doesn't take away from the "hotness" factor.

Now... if we can just convince koutesu to post some similar videos of hairy daddy types that would be just heaven... I wonder what Steve Kelso is doing these days? ;-)

Peace and Long Life,

PaunFarr

Hairway to Steven

I'm testing my wings a bit here, seeing how adding a picture to a blog works. I set my blog settings to "Adult Content", but I didn't want to push my luck with a full frontal pic just yet, so I added my "Dark IDIC" to cover up the good naughty bits.

Behold Steve Kelso! Hairy, wonderful Steve has special meaning in my life and I wanted to share him for all to see. The picture above is, in fact, the VERY FIRST gay picture I ever saw! While timidly surfing a usenet newsgroup I found a person willing to send me a gay pic. The above pic actually arrived in many pieces and had to be reformed to even be viewed.

The picture was positively AMAZING to me! Gorgeous hairy chest, huge and hard cock, all boldly presented for my arousal! And aroused I was! I remember so very well... I was at work when I received the pic, sitting at my desk when I finally managed to open the picture. I must have gasped in amazement and become rock hard in an instant! I knew it was wrong to look at during work hours, but it was the most amazing and beautiful thing I'd ever seen. All day long I kept minimizing and maximizing it to get just a peek.

Thus began my fascination with Steve and all hairy chested men from then on. I'm sure I'll be posting more of my favorite bears in future entries. Listed below is my 2nd gay picture, also of lovely Steve.

BTW - for anyone insterested, back in the day Steve's web site was called "Hairway to Steven".

Peace and Long Life,

PaunFarr

Origin of PaunFarr

Hello to anyone who happens to read this blog!

This first entry should simply be a "who am I" type thing, or rather an intro to my name at least. I'm sure eventually I'll get more into me, at least as far as I'm comfortable sharing.

This blog is called "PaunFarr's Amok Time". This is actually a very blatant Star Trek reference, but I'll explain for anyone not familiar with it.In the Star Trek series the Vulcan race (Spock) spend their entire lives religiously suppressing their emotions. They try to live their lives peacefully and with logic. Once every seven years Vulcan's enter what is called "pon farr" where their suppressed emotions are set free and they have an uncontrollable desire to mate. They can actually get quite violent about the whole thing, and if they don't mate they will die. Amok Time is the title of the Star Trek episode where pon farr was first introduced.

For myself, I chose the name "PaunFarr" to represent my suppressed sexual thoughts and feelings. It's a way for me to express things that just aren't "proper" in society. It's also a way for me to be explore ideas and fantasies I'm not ready to try in my real life.

In time I hope that I can incorporate the attitudes of my PaunFarr self into the "real me" such that I'm comfortable and open about all of my sexuality. Even so, I may maintain the PaunFarr identity for the comfort it gives me on the Internet.

My intention with this blog is to give myself a place to share my thoughts. To talk about whatever interests me and maybe to share a fantasy or two. My biggest worry is that this will be horribly boring and no one will care. If so, that's fine, but at least I can use this as my personal therapist.

So lay back on the couch, get comfy, get ready. It's Amok Time folks...