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Can we recognize eachother?

  Names of people and places changed to ensure anonymity. I believe that people in “The Lifestyle” or fairly serious into BDSM can recognize each other. I mean in everyday life, not in a club. For me it’s little things that give it away. I am talking about everyday objects, clothing, behaviour or things people say. I can be wrong, but personally I have a number of occasions and examples that strengthen my believe. Of course, I can be wrong. As always, I’m open to be disagreed or agreed with. I’ll start with a longer story and finish with two more short examples and with what I mean with everyday objects, clothing, behaviour or things people say. I used to commute into London by train. A journey many people make on a daily basis. One morning I noticed this lady, there was something about her that intrigued me. I started to ensure I took the same train as her. She was never alone, always with a female friend. Our eyes caught every now and then and always locked a little longer than, I gu
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An afternoon in a Madrid Darkroom

Madrid has an abundance of darkrooms, dogging & cruising sites and more for fabulous NSA, anonymous gay sex.  One of my favourite ways of spending time is a darkroom (I like the dark) or after dark cruising site. I like the anonymity. It makes it so much hornier and sluttier.  When it comes to having sex with men I'm 100% submissive/bottom/passive, whatever the word is. I'm there to be used. So this afernoon, probably another Saturday, I go there. Pay the entrance fee, not cheap to getting fucked, 7 euros. Then again, it's worth it for getting multiple cocks. It's quite a large place, pornshop just of Gran Via. They have a movie theatre (not huge, but good enough), many cubicles, and at least one with a double bed, and if you really want to be dirty, a toilet. First I walk around to get my eyes used to the dark. It's quite busy. I check out the theatre, a few guys watching a gay porn movie, playing with their cocks. I'll come back here later I think, as it&#
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Location: Madrid, Spain
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A story - fiction - A wet afternoon - part 1

It's a rainy afternoon and I'm sitting at a table in a coffeeshop. I'm reading a magazine about photography. My drink is a large skinny latte with an extra shot. The tables in this establishment aren't the largest I've ever come across. They are about the size of terrace tables you get in Paris. It is quite busy, but I'm lucky, so far nobody wants to share my table. For the right person(s) I wouldn't have an issue sharing the table. I hear a voice, asking, are these two chairs free please? I look up and see two good looking, well dressed men in their early thirties. They aI say, be my guest. I continue to read my magazine and sort of overhear the two men are talking about a sailing holiday they are planning. As I said, the tables aren't very big, and on more than one occasion the knee of the man next to me touches my leg. I'm sure that this is a coincidence due to the size of the table. Then he says, I'm sorry, I don'
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A rainy late Saturday afternoon - reality or fantasy?

I was walking through Soho, London and it was raining. It was around 17:00 and due to weather I guess, it seemed very quiet. I walked past a bar and decided to go in to warm up. It wasn't very busy. I walked up to the bar and asked for an Irish Coffee, as that seemed the right drink for the weather. Every bar has a funny person, so had this one. The guy next to me says, is it raining outside. I say, nah, I just fell in the river, and smiled. I then noticed that the clientele of the bar was, how do I say this, the kind you would find in a gay bar. But, who cares, it was warm inside and I had a seat. Well, as I said it wasn't very busy, so getting a seat wasn't that hard. The Irish Coffee warmed me up, and I decided to have another one. As I've not eaten much that day, it made me feel a bit lightheaded. The funny man was still there, I then noticed he was actually fairly attractive. So I offered him a drink. He accepted and we went to sit at a table. No names were e
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A favourite of mine - Roleplay - Demure dress code - Religious

Here are a few words to get your head around with regards to my dress code preference: Demure, modest, conservative, virtuous, prim & proper. Less nudeness is more exciting, for me. When I say preference, this doesn’t mean it’s the only dress code I appreciate. It’s my preference. The article below is mainly about how the lady must dress for me. However, I do know there are many women out there who like a man in proper suit or uniform as well. Dress code at roleplay. I’m sure it’s important for most or all of us. I may make some generalisations, but that is for ease of writing rather than dismissing. BDSM for a lot of people is leather, latex, rubber. Then, for our friends in the vanilla world, there are the naughty outfits which are especially popular around Halloween. Maybe, you are a more adventurous vanilla person and you have a few “naughty” outfits. I don’t need to list those; we all know them. I’m not a fan of “naughty” outfits that are po
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