Hey there. Over the years we’ve come across some wonderful people on this site and we’d like to take the opportunity to thank you all.

We are now currently seeking a new bull, and thought we’d try our blog as it’s something we’ve never considered trying before as we know so many of you love this lifestyle.

What we’re looking for someone in London or the South East of England. 

Please contact us via the blog.  

The past week I’ve received messages from followers regarding the loss of the search function for kinky and explicit content. The reasoning behind Tumblr’s decision is understandable, but I hope for a return to normality in the near future. 

It has been a wonderful experience sharing our lifestyle with you all and if our blogs are removed in the coming weeks then I wish you all the best for your continued engagement and wonderful messages. 

Here’s hoping that our community weathers the storm. 

I guess in the heat of the moment with a lover you never notice the various distinctive details during the hot throws of intense passion. The subtle or outlandish cries of pleasure, the creaking of the bed posts or the way she bites her pillow as he grips her hips tightly.

Perhaps these distinctive details are of unique viewing to the cuck as his only focus is upon them and their writhing throws of insatiable pleasure. I’ve come to notice how my eyes gauge every aspect of Kitty’s sexual energy that I had never noticed prior to this lifestyle.

The smell of sex itself is something I never really perceived. Whenever I’ve found myself fortunate enough to watch it isn’t long before I notice this beautiful essence shared between her and her partner. I’m pretty sure that if it’s due to the arousal caused by the whole experience as she’s always at her wettest to the point that her partners always makes a fuss over it. And this in turn gets them even more enthralled and thus the room mixes with their pheromones. 

This pretty much always leads to them falling into a frenzy of fervent kissing before finding themselves intertwined in a 69position; moaning ferociously and orgasmically, while consuming one another’s sexual pleasure.     

All the while I just sit tight and watch. Knowing my place and adoring her’s.   

Where was I?

Working a lot, like a lot a lot. I started this blog as a university student when time was too abundant. Now I’m a slave to the system as I am to my mistress. 

Where has the content gone? 

One of the reasons I slowed down creating content was due to the ever rising visual quality of pornography against the unshifting parameters of this website’s upload limits. Now the limits have changed I will start experimenting with new gifs and better content. Stay tuned. 

The Journey so Far…

A lot has changed since I started this blog in the cold months of 2015. To be honest, I never actually thought I would have received such a wide audience. 

I was still quite new to cuckold and femdom when I created my first captioned gif, and I said to myself ‘If I ever receive a few hundred followers, I’d be happy’.

I never expected to have a mantle in front of over 25,000 people with an invested interest in such a taboo. And I never expected to have so many people seek advice or even to thank me. 

In all honesty; I expected a lot of abuse. There has been some, but its surprisingly rare.

The Emotional Segment

So I’d like to thank you for all your views, your likes, your reblogs and your wonderful messages

If You Think Cuckold Is Strange or Rare…

According to Dr David Dey, psychologist and author of Insatiable Wives, up to 20 percent of men in the United States fantasise about “cheating wives.” And neuroscientists, Ogi Ogas and Sai Gaddam, have discovered, in their book ‘A Billion Wicked Thoughts’, that cuckold porn was the second most searched topic, after youth, by heterosexuals on English language search engines.

In regards to the neurology; it is a specific cerebral influx of adrenaline that gets a cuck off. The taboo nature of fantasy combined with a sexual rush of endorphins forms a state of psychological masochism. The cuck experiences a symphony of emotions that are at odds; jealousy, gratitude, shame, arousal, inadequacy, and lust.

Feel free to ask questions or submit your views on experiences you’ve had.

The more you know.

Novel Excerpt

So here’s an example of the prose I’m currently working with and any feedback would be appreciated: 

I’m breathing deep and I’m there and I’m also not there. I watch as their bodies intertwine and interlink on the pure cotton white sheets.

Exhalation, moans of deep pleasure and tide tongues laid before my eyes. The woman I loved, held and adored in deep embrace with body of another. And I myself am too tongue-tied to drink it up and bring forth any rejection of what I’m observing. 

The air was thick with the scent of consensual deceit. A deceit I desired to see and one in which they desired to brandish in a zeal of humiliation. Every thrust lead to another gasp of pleasure in which I could never provide for her. 

Her beautiful dark eyes fixed upon mine as he they changed from an intimate missionary position to her presenting herself on all fours to him. Her eyes still locked on mine as he took his large, thick member before softly penetrating her moist, wanting pussy. 

A strong moan of pleasure erupted forth from her thick, passionate lips. 

Hanging her head down as his thrusts once more took up pace, he gripped at her glossy black hair and pulled her head up so she could see my eyes once more. Only for a brief moment could she provide me with a devious smirk and acknowledgement before once again losing herself in that beautiful intense passion. 

Thank you for reading, and please let me know your thoughts.

Quite a few months ago I floated the idea of writing a novel based on Kitty and I’s experiences. I’d like to say that I’m very flattered by the positive responses and wonderfully written words of inspiration that have littered my inbox since. 

I’d just like to say I’m currently at the point where the plot has been structured. However, it wouldn’t be purely focused on the sexual exploits we’ve experienced, but instead it would be focused on the individuals involved and their emotional connections to one another. That’s not to say there won’t be intense scenes of sexual activity for the reader to indulge in, but rather there would be strong connectives for the reader to understand the pretexts of each situation and its underlying symbolism. 

How do you feel about this? Feel free to venture any thoughts you have. 

Chapter One

I guess the easiest part is to explain how my partner and I fell into this niche lifestyle. Those we encounter often expect us to have met in some kinky setting, like a dimly lit Soho BDSM club or at a private sex party of a London maverick.

However, the circumstances of us meeting were far more conventional. We were in our early twenties and in the same university and the same classes. We knew of one another for a long time, but never spoke. Serina always caught my eye, but she always felt out of my league. Studious in nature; she attended the same after lecture study sessions as me. That’s where we hit it off. An explosion of chemistry that surprised us both.

I couldn’t honestly believe that a girl like her was interested in someone like myself. I’m not a bad looking person, but I’m not someone I’d consider good looking to. I was quite pale, tall, but not muscular. I had some confidence, albeit limited. Serina on the other hand was caramel in complexion, perfectly hourglass in figure and very curvaceous. Her eyes were deep and dark, her nose petite and her lips were full. The way she contoured her makeup was like a piece of fine art and she always smelt of sweet vanilla every time I met her. Growing up outside of London I had no idea that South London was home to a small Latin community and unacquainted with the tenacity and fire that she held behind her calm exterior.

We never actually started dated. Serina and I just got closer and closer. Every chance to hang out we took. We’d always make excuses just to see one another on campus.

I never actually considered myself a potential romantic partner as I considered her out of my league. Serina later revealed that my interest in her as a person and not as a sexual object was why she developed a mutual crush on me.

An eventual tension grew between us. It became apparent that she would test the waters and sometimes would ask questions of a sexual nature. Mostly in the context of previous relationships, which often led to her complaining about guys limiting her in bedroom due to her energy. Hearing at the time strangely aroused me, rather than make jealous like any ordinary potential lover would become.

The catalyst for the first and eventual explosion of intimacy was a simple question and one I answered honestly. We were watching something in her dorm room, which made the question contextual. However, I cannot remember for the life of me what it was.

“What’s your favourite sex act?”

“Mine?” I said with excitement with an undercurrent of anxiety.

“Yeah, all guys have one. It’s something they all ask their girl to do for them or pressure them into it.”

“Oh, mine isn’t directly for my own pleasure. Come to think of I’ve never really pressured a partner for anal or to cum on her face.”

She giggled at my final comment.

“What do you mean by own pleasure?”

I felt a bit nervous, but eventually answered.

“Eating pussy…”

She laughed again, but more so in disbelief.

“No guy truly has that as a favourite. They say they do to impress a girl early on, but a few months in their all about getting their dick sucked and bending you over.”

“I’m being serious. I know it’s a bit odd.”

“Well… what do you like so much about?”

I stutter a bit as she mounts the pressure on. The whole topic feels embarrassing as she leans in closer.

“The pleasure it brings and the taste.”

“The taste!?”

“I don’t know why; it just drives me while. Don’t you ever suck a dick and think that it tastes good?”

She giggled hard at my response. Serina by this point was right by my side.

Before I knew it, she was on top of me, her ass on my crotch and her lips not far from mine.

“Are you willing to prove it?”

I couldn’t even respond to her. Her beautiful full lips met mine and our first ever kiss was shared. I instinctively grabbed her perfectly round ass in disbelief. In all the excitement I grew hard instantly and she didn’t fail to notice.

Breaking the kiss, she spoke softly to me.

“If you prove it then I will show you what these lips can do for you.”

Serina slipped off me and laid on her back across the bed. Pulling her panties part way down her thighs. I took the que to assist her. As soon as they were off, she pulled off her large nightie to reveal her full, round breasts- held tightly by a lacey red bra. I knew I was gawking as I couldn’t believe how the situation was escalating.

“Don’t just stare”

I snapped back to my senses and pulled off my t-shirt. Drifting slowly between her legs. I knew I was trembling.

Her clean-shaven pussy was glistening before my eyes. She must have been as aroused as me. I didn’t even act, I just breathed in. Not knowing where to start.

Serina ran her hands through my hair and eased my mouth towards her pussy without saying a word. All I could do was lick as she pressed me tight against her. The eventual easing of her grip gave me ample freedom to indulge in her sensuous womanhood. To me she was a Goddess. Her moans drove me, and I was in paradise. Time flew by. I didn’t relent or slowdown as her moans grew stronger and her juices grew thicker. Spanish was the language of her ecstasy. I didn’t want an accumulation of small orgasms. I wanted an earthshattering, knee destroying climax. Knowing it was closer I didn’t relent until she emitted a deep cry of pleasure; her pussy flooding my tongue and her thighs trembling. I still didn’t stop until she pushed me away to regain a degree of clarity.

I rested my head on her thick thigh and let her take a breather. Her hand soon returning to my hair and she finally spoke.

“You weren’t kidding about much you loved eating pussy.”

“I’m glad I managed to prove it. A girl as beautiful is really intimidating.”

“You’re silly for thinking that. But be proud; you’re the first guy who’s ever made me moan uncontrollably in Spanish with just his tongue.”

I blushed a bit.

“I don’t want to feel rude and hold out on you. But with a tongue like that I really want to sit on your face. But I know that some guys aren’t into that.”

“I’m really into it, and your ass is amazing.”

“Oh yeah? Have you been looking?”

“I may have been.”

“I knew you were when I wore those shiny leggings last week.”  

Serina smirked at her final comment and pulled up onto her knees. I knew what was coming and my briefs grew tighter. I flipped over and laid down.

Before I knew it her round, thick ass was just above my face.

“Tap me if you need some air.”

Within seconds of her speaking her ass dropped onto my face. Her view looking down onto my body. This time it was more intense. There was nowhere to pull back for air and the only place my tongue could go was deeper. I grabbed her hips and licked. Serina’s muffled moans drove me on. Again, she shuddered, but much sooner. Her Spanish tongue livelier and juices much thicker. This time she crashed down across my chest.

She rested on top of me, sighing with pleasure. All the while I snared my breath.

“I haven’t even given you attention yet and I feel this satisfied.”

For the first time in newly found relationship her hand graced over my pulsating bulge. Her dripping pussy still inches from my face.

Regaining my stamina, I spoke.

“Thank you. I really love how you taste.”

“You’re silly. I’ve ridden your face into the bed and you’re thanking me.”

“I told you I really loved eating pussy.”

“Well… I won’t stop you having more.”

I eagerly obliged her and licked in a gentler motion than previous. The delicate touch of her caressing hand teasingly distracted me.

She peeled back my breath and let me loose. Taking my shaft in her hand.

“You’re really thick”

The tickle of her tongue rolled up my shaft gracefully once and stopped.

“You taste good too.”

Her thick lips flooded upon the head of my cock and began massaging up and down my shaft as her tongue worked swiftly. The intensity was difficult to get through and my tongue soon stopped licking between her sweet pussy lips.

Serina’s lips pulled back as her hand gracefully stroked the shaft.

“You’re precumming a lot.”

Unexpectedly, she removed herself from the bed.

“You okay, baby?”

“Just stay there.”

Serina proceeded to remove her bra and discard it on the floor. Leaving her beautiful, large breasts on full display. Bending forward she scoured her bedside drawer and removed a box of condoms. Taking one out she pounced onto the bed and tour the packet open. Swiftly and effectively rolling it down my shaft.

“I really wasn’t expecting this.”

All she did was smirk. Levitating her round, caramel ass over my cock she slipped me inside. I moaned in satisfaction as I felt her tight, warm pussy grip my shaft.

As she softly rode me her lips touched mine and we kissed deeply.

She pulled her lips away.

“You smell and taste like my pussy.”

“Is it a problem?”

“No, I think it’s hot. I’ve never had a man treat me like this.”

We exchanged an impassioned kiss. Serina leaned back and began to take control as she would do throughout our relationship. Her beautiful voluptuous body was difficult for me to comprehend. Why was a girl this stunning with me?

Gripping her hips, she took my hands off them and placed them on her large breasts.

“Play with my nipples. I’m so close.”

I tugged on her dark nipples softly, unsure on her limits. Serina’s moans grew stronger and her hips became more vigorous.

“Dame esa leche! Ven conmigo.”

Her entire body shuddered and shook in tremendous pleasure. Cascading from her to me I erupted hard into her.

Serina’s beautiful, glistening body dropped onto mine. Gripping in embrace as my cock twitched inside her.

“That was the best sex of my life.” I murmured.

“And yours is the best tongue I’ve ever had.”

Author’s Notes:

Reflecting on first time it’s easy for me to realise just how dominant her demeanour was in the bedroom. I never really noticed it at first. The early months of our sexual relationship was very focused on her pleasure. I always worshipped her body and her pussy at the beginning. My sexual gratification was always secondary to hers and for that we were like rabbits.

This is what set the tone of our eventual femdom and cuckold dynamic.

I hope all my followers are fine and still enjoying the content.

Feel free to send messages regarding content, issues or whatever you wish to know.

Please be specific and I’ll see what I can do.

Update

I made a regular BDSMLR account just to see what it’s like. I noticed a lot of my old content had been uploaded on there, which is nice to see as at least it’s still being enjoyed.

Now that Tumblr is under new ownership I’m hoping that the rules would change once again as I can’t be bothered to rebuild a whole new page.

In the past month I have attempted to uploaded some captions and content, but my posts get flagged instantly.

In regards to the relationship; Kitty and I are still going strong in the FLR/Cuckold lifestyle.

Sorry for the lack of updates. The last year has been hectic career wise, but overall it has been good.

For those of you wishing to speak to me on Kik then just drop me a line as it’s always nice to speak with mutuals.