Honored judges, fellow contestants, ladies and gentlemen, my name is boy rene, and I’m a sick and twisted fuck.<\/p>\n
I like my beer cold, and my piss hot. I like hot wax, and cold ice. But most of all, I like my sex nasty, stick, and leaving me so sore and tired I can feel it for a week.<\/p>\n
But lately, I’m finding myself wondering, “Where did the sex go?”<\/p>\n
I’m finding that many Leatherfolk these days are more interested in protocols, values, and a laundry list of rules then they are in the kinky, naughty fun that’s had in the play room!<\/p>\n
For me, things like honesty, integrity, and respect are things I look for in anyone that I would want to get to know and befriend, not just in a Leatherman.<\/p>\n
The Leather I signed up for is for nasty sex, cigar smoke, and the taste of leather with old sweat, piss and cum stains on it.<\/p>\n
I’m not interested in whether or not someone else considers me Leather based on some imaginary “Leatherman’s checklist”.<\/p>\n
Values and protocol have their place, but I don’t believe that they should ever overshadow the fun and the kinky sex that we’ve all come to love and embrace.<\/p>\n
So I’m really left with one question: When did which hand a boy hand his Sir a drink with become more important then how hard that boy makes his Sir’s cock in the play room?<\/p>\n
Thank you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Honored judges, fellow contestants, ladies and gentlemen, my name is boy rene, and I’m a sick and twisted fuck. I like my beer cold, and my piss hot. I like hot wax, and cold ice. But most of all, I … Continue reading