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Sock worship at Pork Night at the L.U.R.E.

I just stumbled across this photo set and instantly recognized the setting: the L.U.R.E. bar in New York City. Look closely and you’ll spot the Pork sign behind the cage — that gives it away. This was from the Wednesday night party at the L.U.R.E., though back then I had a 9-to-5 office job in Manhattan, so staying out that late was usually a no-go. Fridays and Saturdays were my nights instead. That was the rhythm of my life in the 1990s.

cocky man in underwear and boots on a throne

Sock worship at Pork Night at the L.U.R.E.

Sock worship at Pork Night at the L.U.R.E.

Wednesday night party at the L.U.R.E.

Wednesday night party at the L.U.R.E.

sock worship at Wednesday night party at the L.U.R.E.

These pictures are from Foot Friends

The title of this video is Soldier Socks

 

These pictures are from Foot Friends

The title of this update is Soldier Socks

Foot Friends

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Sock worship at Pork Night at the L.U.R.E.

Starlight – Part 01

By Raybound

The Starlight Bar certainly lived up to its name. The half hour drive out into the desert was transformational. With the light pollution of the city gone the whole sky was an inky blackness, punctuated by innumerable twinkling lights. I drew my vintage VW Bug cabriolet into the parking lot amongst the hordes of Harleys and pick ups.

The bar’s name flashed in blue neon and country rock blared from the interior. I sat for a couple of minutes, contemplating what I was doing, weighing up both the risks and the benefits. I had seen online that the place was a hangout for bikers and leathermen, the latter being what drove me.

I thought that I would just have one drink and see the lie of the land. This was certainly no place for a preppie looking thirty something. I wasn’t naive, I knew that I might easily be swept out of my depth here. I made my way to the bar and ordered a beer.

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It started with Mitts –Part 01

By bondagegimp

Prologue

I recently graduated from university, then worked for a year and saved a bit of money to be able to travel for several months. But only very simply. Hostels, hitchhiking – that’s all I can manage. But that’s enough for me. I want to see the world.

I’ve known for a long time that I like men and I’ve had sex with different guys, but it’s never been enough for a relationship. Something was always missing. And maybe that’s because of my hidden side. I’ve discovered that I’m turned on by scenes in films where men are tied up, when I see men tied up, etc. I have found more pictures on the internet that turn me on, men in rubber or leather suits, tied up, with masks, gags in different positions, etc.

But: In my home country, everyone is a bit conservative, or at least that’s what I think. I don’t dare to pursue these tendencies any further, let alone live them out. That’s not least the reason why I want to travel, why I want to see the world.

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