I often turn my boyfriend into a lovely pin-up, but not the kind that were on the WWII barracks walls.

Artie keeps his cock and balls clean-shaven, just so he can provide me with good access to his scrotum for his favorite of my artistic endeavors. I prefer to use small wooden spring-type clothespins to decorate his lovely three-piece set. If I work really well, I can get thirty or so on his parts, until there is no available skin left on his sac for me to decorate.

Once I have his ball-bag looking like your common neighborhood porcupine, I can start on his seven-inch prick. Oh, yes-by the time I have his balls all covered with the clothespins, he has the sweetest raging red hard-on. Although his phallus has swollen almost to the bursting point, I can still coax enough loose skin to put a row of pins around his... Read More