THE VOID BETWEEN TONGUE AND PALATE IS STRANGLING ME WITH GRIEF THAT IT IS NOT A COCK SHAPED PERFECT TO PERFORM THE SAME ACTION. I COULD SCREAM RUPTURE OF BOTH FOLDS UNTIL A BLESSED COCK MIGHT LAND WITHIN AND SOOTHE MY SORROWS.
I. BEG. ON MY KNEES. LET ME TASTE.
day 2 of cumming into glass stemware whilst thinking about using someone's precum as lipstick before tapping it twice on my face then feeling it fill my mouth and melt on the back of my tongue
i want a cock in my mouth so bad i'm cursing my inflexibility, can't even feel my own melting down my throat, it swells in my hand, my tongue screaming for it's warmth pressed against it
"sexy" is a construct, influenced by early life imprints and those of our predecessors. it is not an unwavering definition recorded in the cosmic consciousness, it is fluid, off-white, warm, malleable. it is whatever you want, whatever activates neurons.
finding mine.
vivid dreams of semen dribbling down your face from a softening cock on your forehead down to your gasping mouth, the taste blending with the remnants of the cock's, a slender, toned, glistening body writhing against yours, really leaves you with a yen deep and insatiable
spent an hour of a drive looking at ejaculating dildos only to realize semen-like lubricant will be a much more cost effective solution to sate my desire to be soaked in spunk
woke from a dream in which i could self fellate frustrated i didn't have a warm cock grinding out the back of my throat after putting a layer of plaster on my face
it's a sobering realization that you don't have anyone in your life to tell about the orgasm your tactical karambit dildo gave you that strained both knees. it's even harder to realize you probably do and don't realize it.