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What's your type?

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If you ask me what defines my type of man’s man, my answer would most likely be crafted to flirt with a Bo within earshot. If I had to go by the infatuations I’ve had in the past, they tend to be short, dark, and strong.  One thing they all shared is that they left me stumbling and infatuated at first sight. Yet because some of them buck the trend entirely, they screw with the stats—which makes me wonder whether my so-called “type” was never really about height, hair, or build at all. Maybe it was simply a yearning desire to defy the shackles of morality and shatter the bondage of social convention… …to ride astride the rush of arousal.  To lose oneself in the lure of unbridled intent.  To share the ebb of curious abandon or lap in the splendor of timeless wonder, mutual pleasure, and unbridled awe—wading naked and bare, together in the wake of Nature’s co-creative confluence. Ecstatic. Exalted. Sated. Blissfully content. Instead, I’m wont to weave a tangled web of intr...
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The art of Submission

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His thighs opened wide like he was daring me to try and escape, those thick, sun-bronzed quads flaring open in invitation. The second I shifted, his ankles crossed with that lethal *click* and locked me deep in his vice. I bucked hard, trying to worm my way out, but he was too fast. The raw power of his muscular thighs hit like a freight train—an ox-strong crush that reminded me exactly who was in control.   Before I could suck in a breath or brace, he straightened his legs with violent force. The sudden snap broke his own ankle lock for a split second, giving me the opening I needed. I twisted fast, dropping the height of his legs from my chest down to a more manageable mid-waist hold. But the second he felt me slipping, his eyes flashed. He opened his legs wide again, then slammed them shut like twin pythons. His quads detonated against my sides with the force of a kidney punch, veins popping like cables under golden skin. This time he kept the ankle lock tight, kicked out h...
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I'll take you on!

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‘Bring it on,’ I shot back at his cocky challenge. I was a college wrestling champ, maybe rusty, but I figured we were evenly matched. Or so I thought. The stranger sitting beside me at the bar was bald, bold, and breathtaking, almost Androgynous. I couldn't imagine such a vision of masculinity as an opponent,and in my mind we were rough-housing in tangle of bedsheets and limbs. I was dead wrong.
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The Wrestle Shack 16

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The Wrestle Shack 16 match between Gabriel Ross and "Jake" Lowe is a quintessential BG East offering.  "gritty, sensual, and fiercely contested"  A sexually charged battle between two raunchy and highly skilled submission artists. The confined space of the wrestling Shack is the perfect stage to showcase their grappling skills and sexual prowess. The production is hampered by periodic over and under lighting due to the use of natural sunlight, but the intimate space makes up for the inconvenience by highlighting the erotic undertones and showcasing the strain on their faces and muscles as they taunt, challenge and try to overpower each other, creating a bout that’s as much a seduction as a fight.  Fans revel in its intensity, from the sweat-drenched slams to the crotch-to-face pins and breathtaking vice, cementing its status as a homoerotic wrestling gem and a pure delight for grappling fetishists and BDSM Voyeurs.  Starring the bootylicious Gabriel, showing off his...
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Indulge your inner Heel

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