Sucking Persian Cock

The Persian Prince is a West-Sider--on Riverside. He's 31 and stands 5' 7" next to my 6' 2" frame. He's into S & M, and trust me, if all I have to do is get my feet whipped a little and my butt spanked with a leather strop in order to receive the FUCK of a LIFETIME a little later, I guess I'm into S & M too.

I'm not sure there's a correlation between Persian people and S/M. I certainly don't mean to imply one with this journal entry, but in the sack, this guy is otherworldly.

He put me into all sorts of positions to expose the soles of my feet, so he could whip them and rub his dick against them. I don't boast too much about my feet because that isn't very masculine, but mine are very delicate 9 1/2's with unusually high arches. They're very nice feet, so that’s probably why he likes them. He masturbated against the soles of my feet for a very long time, which seemed a little odd, but I was struck by the look of peace and serenity on his face as he worked.

Later on, I don't remember half the things I was saying while he was fucking me, but some memorable quotes were, "Jesus Christ. Oh God, that feels good man." "Please, Sir, I need to rest a few minutes."

He touched me with grief, comfort, love and passion, pain and pleasure, and I was amazed. Worn out. I needed to take 3 breaks because I was physically exhausted. At one point, I knew the meaning of the expression Die a Little Death, cuz I felt like all of my living up until this point was worthless. I thought I was a man, but maybe he had just turned me into one?