torturedarse

I am a dirty old man, coming up to 65 and not bad looking. I am as kinky as ever, more so after casting off the restraints of moral considerations. I believe nature intended us to have sex and so made it such a pleasurable experience. And sex means vaginal and anal. I've left it rather late in life, but I have recently discovered the incredible joy of massaging the Prostate gland, which now days I prefer to masturbating with my prick.
I am into BDSM albeit solo. I torture myself with very aggressive floggers, hot wax and huge butt plugs and, most recently treating my arsehole as a candle extinguisher. Ideally I would
like to hook up with someone who liked similar things, but I have mobility problems that restrict my meeting to my home town of Weybridge. Filthy fantasies on a chat line would be nice!
I've just purchased a fabulous 12 inch vibrating dildo, Thor, that made my eyes pop when I opened it. I thought 'I could never accommodate that'. I was right but I got it up much further than I had expected, which gave me a ridiculous sense of pride.
Thor's penis is covered in realistic veins which you can feel as you push him in and out.
Since penning these words I have taken Thor to the limits - right to the hilt where the shaft finishes and the dial to the vibrator begins.
My perversions are caused by a side effect of some medication I am on, and I could see my consultant about it but don't want to lose my enhanced libido. I am thinking about sex most of time, for instance when I look at shampoo bottles I imagine them being thrust up my rectum.
I have on order two posing pouches, both white if I remember, which are described as C line. They must be in transit, but I'm dying to see what they look like on me.
For the years before my condition changed I thought myself to be straight but now I know I am definitely bisexual and find fendom as appealing as being the master.
Before I leave this mortal coil I want to be fisted.