I know I tell you about dicks that find their way in my guts..
Added 2025-04-06 19:30:17 +0000 UTCI know I tell you about dicks that find their way in my guts more than I should, and accordingly, I have been asked why I write so much. Why? Primarily for selfish reasons. I admit that I love laying out every detail of my fuck sessions—It feels like I’m bringing you along with me to watch and be a part of it. This will sound weird to some people, but I want you to know that it feels like for me the way I wish I knew what it feels like for you. Like when a guy’s cock slides into my mouth, thick and warm, stretching my lips, tasting it, the salty sweat, and that smell, musky perfection. It’s hard, yet spongy and the weight of it sits there, pressing my tongue down. Then the sperm comes—this indescribable feeling of knowing it has come fresh from his testicles, creamy fluid that was produced in his body, warm and slick, a little bitter, a little thick, coating my throat. I doubt I'll ever get enough of it. And now, knowing you’re in on this—picturing what I’m doing, what I feel when a cock slides into my mouth or any other hole in my body—it’s like sexual heroin, this crazy addictive kink I have for sharing. I feel it deep inside of me, and the thought of you getting that, knowing how it hits me, makes me want to do it over and over again. What is my point here? I guess writing it out is like I’m dragging you into the bed with me, letting you feel that rush I get from sex, that high, right along with me. Plus, I just really like writing it out. I go back and read them so I don’t forget the best parts of my encounters. So, if you don’t like reading these things, the easy answer is simply just to look at the pics and videos and pretend you are the one pumping cock in my guts. Don’t be afraid to send me videos/pics of your dick emptying while you do so. I’m just saying.
