By Christopher Davis **Trigger warning-Contains information about Dubious Consent kink Some readers followed up my story about Cuckolding yesterday with questions about what Dubcon is. What exactly is Dubcon? It stands for Dubious Consent as opposed to Noncon which is no consent or rape. …

By Christopher Davis I go to the gym on a pretty consistent basis and the one thing that never ceases to amaze me is the number of guys I hear complaining about how they can’t get laid and that their girlfriend’s or wives don’t want to have sex with them…

By Christopher Davis So, I’ve been getting a lot of questions arising from work I did as an escort (back in college) so I thought I would cover some of those questions on here. …

By Christopher Davis I knocked on Claire’s apartment and Dominica opened the door. “Jesus vato, what happened to you?” “I got mugged.” Claire came out of her room and saw me. “Oh my God. Kevin! What happened?” “I was trying to get my stuff out of the dorm, and I…

By Christopher Davis I’ve seen this subject coming up more and more. Maybe it’s because I’m following more nudists and naturists now. I saw one article where a woman’s father had started going to nude resorts and how uncomfortable she was talking to him about it or worse, thinking about…

By Christopher Davis Okay hear me out on this one. It’s probably the single dumbest thing I’ve ever done (outside of becoming an escort and getting hooked on heroin. And smoking. Okay, one of the dumbest things I’ve ever done. Let me paint you a picture. I had left college…

By Christopher Davis Okay, work with me on this okay? I’m still confused. As many of you who have followed this page know I was outed as being Gay four times in my life despite the fact that I’ve never been Gay. It happened twice in elementary school (grade six…

By Christopher Davis So, a few weeks ago I wrote Clapping-A silly guide. It seem to garner some serious attention at least for an account my size. Yes, size matters. Don’t kid yourself. It really does. I’ve found out some things since then. First of all only the first claps…

By Christopher Davis I rang the doorbell and watched as the front door opened, and a woman wearing form-fitting black leather and spiked knee-high boots appeared. She had a partial mask on and was holding a riding crop. “You must be Kevin. Mmmm… you are a good-looking young man. …