NewRyder's - Strapon Log

This is how it works. I get really bored. I think that there are no more images that are new and sexy and tasteful and portraying a woman of intelligence and humor and beauty - and then someone, like Vendelanide pops up wearing a perky dildo and, well, oh I don’t know - making me want her and making me want to find my partner and get her perky dildo out of the drawer.

VendelaNude! Thank you!

-ryder 

vendelanude:

I went to 2 Halloween parties wearing this outfit 10 years ago.  I made some new friends, bumped into some old friends.  This photo dates back to mid 1990’s.  I still have the wig, boots, and strap on.  Ya never know…

Release the Kraken!

-Ryder

(Source: blacksunblackson)

It is not that as a man I want - to lie.

It is that sometimes - it seems the only way to get to the thing I want - is to lie.

It is like I spend my whole life trying not to lie, to rise above, to earn - to the point where honesty is a relief - the purest water I can drink.

And so I see this photo and ask myself - what lies can I tell you?

I wonder - would I know my own lies?

I ask - would my honesty be another lie that cloaks my desire - that buries one layer deeper the truth - about the thing I want?

I’m curious - what of her lies? Would I care? 

The truth lies beyond the veil - to know the truth is to admit the veil itself is a lie - and not to care.

-ryder
(Thank you Vendela)

vendelanude:

Even this goofy redhead has a dark side.  Here I am dressed up as my alter ego superhero, “Vendela the Impaler.”  My superpower?  I make women squirm and quiver with orgasmic ecstasy until they reveal their deepest secrets to me!  I had some real fun after this photo shoot with the photographer’s assistant, Christy.  The year was 1999.  I still have the outfit…

dicknjane:

I was just playing…

(Source: transqueersxxx)

I helped Mr. Li move some boxes into his store and stacked them in the back.

“Thanks Johnny.”

“My pleasure Mr.Li. Are you all set?”

“Here you go.” he said handing me a pint of Jameson.

“What’s that for?”

“You have company.”

I climbed the stairs to my office. I took them one at a time. In my mind I took them two at a time, but it had been a long day.
I locked the door as I closed it and turned the light off in the outer office.

I tossed her my hat. It went wide but she caught and it settled it on her head, one honey brown eye peeking out. I sat on the ottoman in front of her, handed her the pint. One of her feet came up, I took off her shoe and massaged her foot. She heeled off the other shoe and returned the favor, massaging my dick through my pants.

We didn’t talk, just shared the pint. I took inventory, her breasts, nipples, dildo, stockings, garter belt. She tipped my hat back and gave me both honey eyes.

“Newton was here. Has your rolls. Guess there is some stuff he wants to go over with you.”

“Mind if I sit?”

She handed me some lube. I went over to the sink. Undressed and hung my suit on the rack. I liked that she was watching me. Watching me take off each piece of clothing. Hanging my pants. Bending over to get my socks off. I liked that she could see my hard-on, looked at my ass. I stood on a towel and washed my cock, my balls and my ass with warm soapy water. It felt great to run a soapy cloth up and down my swollen dick. I didn’t linger though. Rinsed my mouth with whiskey and dried off.

She was waiting, still in the chair, drinking booze from a coffee cup and stroking that big black dick of hers. I put a leg up on the chair, grabbed the lube, worked myself until I was soft and greasy. I turned and lowered myself onto her dick. She helped me, lined me up, thrusted with her hips to breach the ring - and then I just slowly took her dick in my ass. Up and down. Down and relax. Up again. Relax, Down and deeper. Up again. Relax. Down and deeper. All the time, her hands on my hips, guiding, pulling, holding, pushing.

And then that was all. Caned. Spiked. All in. What a feeling. I settled back in her arms. I had her inside me. I closed my eyes. Her hand came around and she stroked my cock. She held my balls. We drank our drinks.

“Oh baby. How did you know that this is what I needed?”

“We all need dick Johnny.”

-Ryder

“Speak truth to power.”
Maybe not exactly what Quakers were thinking, but….
-Ryder

For you Whovians…

-ryder 

I drove all night to find you. I gave up on every other dream.

I gave up on wanting things. And knowing things.

And family. And a future. 

I am driven crazy by the thought of you and cannot sleep through the night.

There is no god. And nothing below.

There is only you, somewhere beyond my headlights.

I drive all night. And will endure the harshness of the day.

There is only you. 

Only you.

-Ryder

(Source: kickaboo)

“I slide into him and he makes that sound, that sound that is only made by men who are being fucked in the ass because they want it. That half-whimper, half-moan, that fucking beautiful sound of abandon and pleasure and fear and yearning and taboos busted all over the floor.”
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Special thanks to Visionaria for the sharing this image with me.
And special thanks to Ruby Ryder for the sharing the excerpt from Delilah Wood’s blog – about the one time she pegged a client. http://deardelilah.wordpress.com/2009/08/13/the-one-time-i-did-part-2/  

Thank you guys so much - oh how I would like yo share myself with you-
-Ryder