If you’re new here, or somehow haven’t picked up on the painfully obvious hints scattered all over this website and blog, let me be frank – I am a shameless, unapologetic slut. Welcome to my first post in yet another ongoing series all about my favorite perversions. Today we’re taking a fun detour down memory lane…

It was a quiet weekday evening, and I was at a neighborhood bar enjoying a book and a cocktail. A man approached me after awhile, who I recognized from the bar where I previously worked. He wasn’t quite a bar regular, but he was one of the ones I could tell was sweetly enamored with me when I did see him. I find that to be an incredibly endearing quality, and they are the ones who typically become my favorite bar patrons and oftentimes friends.

We always had interesting chats when he would sit at my bar, and this night the caliber of conversation was no less – though there was certainly an additional layer of tension between us, seeing as I was off-the-clock. The topics we discussed became increasingly intimate and before we knew it, it was last call. At this point he was practically begging me to go back to his place with him, but I had sniffed out his submissiveness and I was having way too much fun teasing him – I could tell he loved it too.

It was a perfectly crisp autumn night, so I suggested we take a short walk to my favorite cemetery around the corner. We wandered amongst the graves deep into the cemetery, until I found the perfect spot. I gently but firmly instructed him to get on his knees, and asked him what he wanted most right then. He eagerly told me he wanted an opportunity to worship at my altar. After a delicious evening full of teasing and denial, I finally indulged him; sitting on an old headstone under a full moon, with my hand gripping his hair and his face between my thighs.

After he made sure I was satisfied, he thanked me profusely for the honor of providing me pleasure; I thanked him for being such a good boy, and sent him on his way. We never saw each other again, but I know in the blackest pits of my heart we both cherish the memory of that night in the cemetery.