Dear Shoeblossom, here is a recording I did with my boyfriend recently, he was unaware of it, of course...love your "Taped Confessions" series.
thanks,
Sinclair
"Pongo, it was your fantasy, wasn't it?"
"Sinclair, it was, but to be paraded through my aunt's garden party, where everyone is dressed so elegantly--"
"Oh, you're exaggerating"
"Every worthwhile person in Illinois--"
"Oh, c'mon, the girls were wearing sundresses and shorts, and most of the men were in Polo shirts. You did stand out, as I was leading you around with a chain around your crotch, and you were stark naked."
"And--"
"And nothing. Your dick was hard and dripping the entire time, as your cousin Peach pointed out. She is quite prescient for a twenty year old."
"And-and the guys were making fun of me, and pointing."
"Well, it was probably an unusual sight at an Anglican barbecue."
" And I felt ridiculous when you insisted I play Frisbee."
"That was great, your dick was flying around."
"Sinclair!"
"They'll never be friends with me, really again, and they'll laugh at me in the smoking room at the golf club."
"You hated those people. And now you never have to see them again, if you don't want to. I really am annoyed because you spent so much time playing billiards with them, and all that nonsense."
"I think perhaps that won't be a problem anymore, Sinclair."
"Pongo, I think you're just annoyed because your penis is locked right back up now. And you had a chance to orgasm, and you didn't take it!"
"I couldn't masturbate in front of all those people, Sinc. I just couldn't."
"But darling that was your CHANCE. I only give it to you once a month, you know. You did try, I'll give you that."
"But I- lost my erection, from the shame. I'm kneeling, and beautiful Leah, Kara and Kristi"
"The little bimbettes you always drool on."
"And that asshole Nolan who used to flick me with towels back at camp, they're all cheering me on, going 'Go-Go, Pongo, you can do it!"
"I-I shouldn't laugh. I suppose you could have stopped the entire thing at any time, though, Pongo."
"Well, it was a fantasy, and I so worship you, Sinclair. I want to marry you some day. But sometimes you can just be so-so cruel."
"I'm not, though, Pongo, honey. You are an egotistical little pustule, and I can't do enough to reduce your burgeoning pomposity."
"I-I-am I that bad?"
"You most certainly are. That's why I had to cane you in front of the postman after hearing you tell him that he really didn't deserve a Christmas bonus this year."
"I'm a libertarian. I--"
"You hate government employees? Sure, I get that. You've never had to struggle for a damn thing, and so you condescend to every cop, garbage man and mail carrier you meet."
"You used to think it was cute that I called the cops 'Donut boys', you did, Sinclair."
" It annoyed me, because you have a fix in. Do you think anyone I grew up with can get tickets fixed by his uncle the Commissioner?"
"But--"
"Fortunately, my godmother has an interesting relationship with him, and recently impaled him with his old nightstick."
"Uncle Richie?"
"It's amazing how many submissive little bitches there are in your family."
"We have a lot of brave--"
"Yeah, whatever. You also treat store clerks with disrespect. That's why, at Barnes and Noble last week, I made you pull out your penis in front of the cashier, and I whipped it."