Bastard Life

The Devil's in the details

Neal Boulton — Tue, 20 Jul 2010 10:02:28 -0700

Take a good look. "I gave up trying to balance arrogance with humility a long time ago. I am a beautiful woman-I like it when you look at me, I like it when you admire me. If you're a woman in my life, or a man, I love being naked and showing you what I look like. What I have. And I should, I look very, very good. Is that arrogant? Possibly. Do I need to have more humility for what god gave me? Perhaps. But that would require I believe in god at all, when everybody who's made love to me knows: the devil is in the details. My details."-Alison, Montreal, Canada

Crucified

Neal Boulton — Sat, 10 Jul 2010 12:02:40 -0700

For Christ's sake! "The men in my town all seem so liberated and comfortable with being gay. They have no problem picking up men online or from bars and meeting up to blab about what they did the night before in graphic detail. I never have those types of stories. I don't pick up men randomly, though I admire them for being able to do that. My problem is that I'm too shy. It's a curse really and very frustrating. But what's far more frustrating than that is how I get crucified every weekend over bloody mary's and brunch for being "Too picky," or "Too Puritanical" to go out and have wild sex. Look, if I were Puritanical I'd have probably found a way to overcome my inhibitions. Dont they know I'm Catholic? LOL!"-Maxwell, New York, NY.

Painful patriotism

Neal Boulton — Wed, 07 Jul 2010 07:27:25 -0700

Hard choices. "My husband was deployed two years ago for service in the military overseas. We'd only been married about two years when he left. I know that being faithful to him is not only part of being married, it's part of being patriotic. Which I guess makes me a traitor because I simply have not been able to survive the celibacy. After the first year I was literally clawing at my body it was so aggravated by desire. I didn't need to be held in the night, or comforted, and I didn't need a man around to make me feel safe and secure. I needed sex, lust-I needed wet, sloppy, pounding wreckless sex. Nothing more. Men have mistresses, yet treat their unsuspecting wives with love and respect; I wanted a paramour. I know this makes me a tramp, a cheater, but if it makes me less than patriotic for my country because my husband is fighting overseas then that will just have to be."-Emma, Memphis, TN.

Torn and frayed

Neal Boulton — Wed, 30 Jun 2010 07:47:22 -0700

Hurt so good. "At first I didn't know why, all I knew was that I had to have it. But I wasn't nearly prepared. It was 1978 in New York City and not only had I not come out-I had yet to get fucked. I'd heard of plugs to loosen you and massaging you could do, but I did none of it that night. So when he plunged into me, I thought I'd faint. I took it though, excruciating pain and all, until far too many minutes that seemed like hours later it started to blow my mind. So much so that I spent each night of the next few weeks, like we did back then, with a different man. I was a fuck machine, one staggering orgasm at a time. I'd discovered the art of anal, which made waking up from my rampage a bit torn and frayed all the more worth it. Worth it enough in fact to come out, proudly."-Walter, Beverly Hills, CA.

"It's like f*cking Christmas!"

Neal Boulton — Thu, 24 Jun 2010 09:44:18 -0700

Naughty by nature. "He says it almost every time, which is kind of why I do it. But believe it or not, it started in a gym. I was bored and reading the usual "Top Ten Tips to a Firmer Butt" crap in a magazine one day, then thought, 'Wait, maybe...' Two weeks later at my sports club I remembered the exercises and decided to try them out. A few months later I was feeling my ass and even I got turned on by it. I now had a bubble butt! Immediately, I felt hotter and started imagining all the hot spankings my man might give me; how he'd fuck me doggy style and hold on to it. But nothing prepared me for the turn on he and I would both get when I layed him down, got onto all fours and fed him my ass. I arched my back and stuck my rump into the air as high as I could and just let him devour all of me. All he could say as he feasted was, "Eating your ass-it's like fucking Christmas!"-Alison, H., Sacramento, CA.

Sexual terrorism

Neal Boulton — Sun, 13 Jun 2010 15:39:58 -0700

"I felt like I had been born yesterday." "I should have known when my boyfriend kept trying to get out of using a condom, but I chalked it up to him just being a guy. Over the past months our sex had been hot. He was a guy who liked burning through every position known to man before getting me to gush wildly so that he could let go and climax too. After awhile, I never even thought about the condom issue. But I should have. It had been an amazing Friday night out. We'd had a lot to drink, and we were in the back of the cab taking us to my place feeling each other up and talking dirty about the things we were about to do to each other. Upstairs, we didn't even bother turning on the lights-or making it to the bedroom. He was so hard. I was a sloppy wet mess.

We got naked and he went down on me for what seemed like a blissful eternity. I could hear him making noises with a condom wrapper and it turned me on even more knowing he'd be inside of me soon. He pulled his lips away from my pussy in the dark and I heard more of the sounds of him working with the condom, then, putting it on. He blew my mind inside of me.

Several orgasms later, he climaxed-but that's when I was startled. He was pouring out of me. Instantly, I checked the condom. His head and half of his shaft was poked through it. It had ripped. My boyfriend acted even more surprised than me. I scrambled to turn on the light and we both sort of just sat there. After he'd gone off to pee, I stayed there, on the couch, and just stared at the carpet wondering if I would get pregnant, or god forbid, anything else when I noticed a small bit of latex next to the spot where I had been laying. I picked it up-it was the tip of the condom, and it looked like it had been cut, or bitten, or ripped off.

He left seconds after I confronted him about this, and I never heard from him again. I remained furious about it, and violated, for weeks. Worse, I felt like I had been born yesterday: Of course I should check the condom fully before it goes into me, because guys, indeed, can in fact just be: guys."-Jessica, New York, NY.

Caged to perfection

Neal Boulton — Sat, 12 Jun 2010 07:04:13 -0700

Now you can't leave. "If my neighbors knew about any of this, I'd be run out of town. I don't read much about kinky handcuffing and domination on BastardLife so you may not even publish this, but this sort of play is alive and well-at least, in Indiana it is. Let's face it, while I love to be handcuffed to the bed and lorded over, a girl can't beat seeing her guy in a cage, begging to be let out for some pussy. And where I'm from, most of the men should be caged with the key thrown away. When my guy's freed? He turns into an animal aching to please. And please me, for hours, as I've trained him to do, he does."-Melissa, Indianapolis, IN

In God's country

Neal Boulton — Thu, 27 May 2010 11:22:18 -0700

Now I feel like fighting. I layed in my bed for what seemed like months staring at the ceiling and wondering if I should come out to my folks. I live in a very religious family. I believe in Christ. I believe in his forgiving nature, in his peaceful way. I've read the bible in so many different ways and I simply can't honestly see a justification for discrimination of any kind. Still, it seemed odd praying about how to tell the world of my homosexuality. But I'd lay here, for another day, then, just one more day, until I decided to go for it. I felt that if my parents were in awe of Christ as I was, in his lessons, and in the beauty of all of god's creations their was no way they could shun me. Be shocked by me? Sure. But I was sure they would love me. Thing is, they didn't and I've been asked to leave the house. Today is my last day here in this bedroom, in this bed. Now I feel like fighting, like marching, and like helping other kids get real, "Fuck what you're parents think or if they'll be Christ like and understand you are one of god's creatures, as I am." My bags are fully packed, and my room seems somewhat devoid of someone having ever lived in it. But the light still shines in here, on me. And it will follow me out wherever I go. I tucked my bible away in my bags, despite being angry at God for this. But most of all I don't have one single regret about announcing who I am and I'll walk out of that door proudly. Yeah, I am gay."-Steven, Memphis TN.

More woman than teen

Neal Boulton — Tue, 25 May 2010 11:41:59 -0700

Bush league. "I am so tired of bedding all of these pre-pubescent looking naked vaginas lately. At first, it was amazing-there was the meal, in its full beauty. But today, I want the tablecloth, the appetizer, and the entrée served up with a bit more class. What's more, no matter how hard the women I bed try to avoid it, there are far too many little red waxing bumps that always detract and outweigh the advantages of a smooth, hairless pussy. I say it's time go more natural, perhaps trimmed a bit, but natural. To go more woman than teen."-Anastasia, New York, NY.

She's still got it

Neal Boulton — Sat, 22 May 2010 13:47:53 -0700

Those Golden Years. "Don't believe for a moment that great lovemaking is only a young man's game. My wife and I have been at it for the past sixty years. Yes, she and I are physically different than we were when we were younger-we look and feel differently. But the sex itself, the way if feels, is better than when we were in our twenties. In fact, the two of us still have sex two or three times a week. Of course I am grateful for drugs like Viagra-but those drugs don't create desire or make intercourse feel a certain way. And the wonderful thing is that age has not taken that desire away from me, or made intercourse somehow not as good. So to the young men and women reading BastardLife, just know that gaining age does not diminish sexual pleasure. Now if only I had the energy I did when I was a young man."-Harold, Lincoln, NE