magicdick
JUB Addict
As many of my fellow lovers of men on JUB know, I lean toward tits and pussy when I can. But this Sunday morning is different. I want a man and only a man.
I awoke with a desire for dick. A strong desire. A burning desire. An obsessive desire. Can’t stop thinking about deep kissing my man. Deepthroating his cock. Licking and sucking his gorgeous balls. Savoring his cum. Kissing him again. Swapping cum. Rimming him. Stroking his shaft. And finally having him get on top of me and fucking my brains out. Repeatedly.
Let’s back up a bit. When I awoke, I was lying in bed next to my girlfriend whom I love deeply. She’s got a great body and a pretty pussy, a tasty pussy. I could turn to her—an erstwhile great romp in the sack—but she is now permafrost. Frigid. Keeps a pint of Ben & Jerry’s between her legs.
Back to the present . . . Forgive me for repeating myself repeatedly. As you already know, I want to be with my man as his woman. His submissive woman. His have-your-way-with-me woman. Woman in mind, emotions, desires, physical needs, and words of love whispered by me and to me. The only thing missing is the equipment, but my ass works just fine as a pussy, thank you. My prostrate is my clitoris. In fact, to my mind, my ass is a pussy! When I am getting laid I am completely transformed into a woman. The man I once was is gone.
I belabor the point. I’m plain, ol’ horny as hell. Thirsty for cum. Hungry for cock. Famished for a man. Better yet, men, many men. Taking turns. Cum as lube. Getting it in both ends simultaneously.
I thought writing this would be cathartic. It wasn’t. I’m hornier than ever. And, lord, I am so tired of the same old, boring porn videos of men doing each other.
I awoke with a desire for dick. A strong desire. A burning desire. An obsessive desire. Can’t stop thinking about deep kissing my man. Deepthroating his cock. Licking and sucking his gorgeous balls. Savoring his cum. Kissing him again. Swapping cum. Rimming him. Stroking his shaft. And finally having him get on top of me and fucking my brains out. Repeatedly.
Let’s back up a bit. When I awoke, I was lying in bed next to my girlfriend whom I love deeply. She’s got a great body and a pretty pussy, a tasty pussy. I could turn to her—an erstwhile great romp in the sack—but she is now permafrost. Frigid. Keeps a pint of Ben & Jerry’s between her legs.
Back to the present . . . Forgive me for repeating myself repeatedly. As you already know, I want to be with my man as his woman. His submissive woman. His have-your-way-with-me woman. Woman in mind, emotions, desires, physical needs, and words of love whispered by me and to me. The only thing missing is the equipment, but my ass works just fine as a pussy, thank you. My prostrate is my clitoris. In fact, to my mind, my ass is a pussy! When I am getting laid I am completely transformed into a woman. The man I once was is gone.
I belabor the point. I’m plain, ol’ horny as hell. Thirsty for cum. Hungry for cock. Famished for a man. Better yet, men, many men. Taking turns. Cum as lube. Getting it in both ends simultaneously.
I thought writing this would be cathartic. It wasn’t. I’m hornier than ever. And, lord, I am so tired of the same old, boring porn videos of men doing each other.