Living in the past

My utter fascination with men's bodies began at a very early age.

Out of it developed fantasies about having a man under my control.

I'd imagine him tied-up and blindfolded, at my mercy.

I didn't want to do horrible things to him -- but to explore his body and sexually arouse him. In fact, a key part of the fantasy was the point at which he ceased to be an outraged straight boy and turned into a screaming homosexual, frustratedly demanding more service from me (well, it is a fantasy).

So photosequences like this have a particular resonance for me.

The subject of today's trials is a near-perfect fantasy man.

Manly, real, present, and hairy. No evidence here of manscaping, plucking or tweezering.

I can't tell you how often this fantasy has, over the years, come into my head.

So it's always a pleasure to relive it through the medium of porn. Always.