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I know what a spanner is. I support crescent-wrenching to hell. | I know what a spanner is. I support crescent-wrenching to hell. | ||
| + | He called himself Chip. I had reduced him to utter pleasure at the Mine Shaft. We'd talked together as educated men. I chain-smoked; he did not smoke. Per usual, I had given him my phone number. | ||
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| + | He phoned me up, from Pittsburgh, Pennesylvania, and agreed to fly in to New York. Magically, I was there at the Port Authority Building where he magically appeared to me, along with Tommy, my understandingly-straight doper ex-con car service guy. I told straight Tommy I was handcuffing Chip. | ||
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| + | Tommy drove for 27 minutes into Brooklyn. Chip was lightly chatty, as was I. It was the second scene. I had already determined that handcuffs were required before Chip entered my apartment. We were in Tommy's car, and no one was looking and so he consented, but Tommy saw and appreciated. But it was still daylight and we had to climb to my 4th floor apartment. Conseqeuently, the cuffs were off, but he carried them in his hand, along with his suitcase. | ||
Revision as of 04:33, 22 March 2007
Yes, I have a cock piercing almost like this one (this is not a photo of myself). I used to have nipple rings, but these got in the way of the action (see Tit torture). I wear leather, and prefer the company of men who wear it also.
I am an American living in one corner of Iowa.
I call myself MineShaft because I am a graduate of that raunchy former New York leather sex club, The Mine Shaft.
I know what a spanner is. I support crescent-wrenching to hell. He called himself Chip. I had reduced him to utter pleasure at the Mine Shaft. We'd talked together as educated men. I chain-smoked; he did not smoke. Per usual, I had given him my phone number.
He phoned me up, from Pittsburgh, Pennesylvania, and agreed to fly in to New York. Magically, I was there at the Port Authority Building where he magically appeared to me, along with Tommy, my understandingly-straight doper ex-con car service guy. I told straight Tommy I was handcuffing Chip.
Tommy drove for 27 minutes into Brooklyn. Chip was lightly chatty, as was I. It was the second scene. I had already determined that handcuffs were required before Chip entered my apartment. We were in Tommy's car, and no one was looking and so he consented, but Tommy saw and appreciated. But it was still daylight and we had to climb to my 4th floor apartment. Conseqeuently, the cuffs were off, but he carried them in his hand, along with his suitcase.
