This is me playing a little something on guitar. There was this old video of Pete Doherty playing some early song of his and the riff always stuck out in my head. I’m pretty sure I’m off because I’m not very good at guitar but the melody is one of my favorites. It’s one of those little things you play when the night is winding down. There’s a bit of background static in the recording so turn down the volume so it sounds better.
It was on a hot summer’s day in high school as I had just finished busting my load when the phone rang. That unique FUCK-what-should-I-do??? type of anxiety that accompanies being interrupted mid-jerk swept over me. The phone call was from a friend who was outside my house at that very moment with some guys and wanted to know if I cared to join them for a bbq at someone’s house. Not wanting to pass up free food, socializing, and a ride, I told him I’d be out in two seconds. I left the house, a fresh load still in the sink.
About six hours later I returned home to find ants had invaded my bathroom, marching single file from outside my house, through the window and to the food source: my dried up nut. Perhaps I’m a twisted fuck, but I was quite honored that this ant colony had chosen my semen for nourishment. Different scenarios started to play out in my head as I imagined thousands of ants taking the stale baby batter back to their nest, distributing it to the other ants and storing it for the cold winter that lay ahead.
But this was just the beginning! My semen had certainly reached the Queen Ant by now, which means royalty of some form has swallowed my load. The Queen had served my cum to foreign ambassadors and diplomats visiting her colony, telling them it was a rare delicacy not unlike caviar or truffles. They’d curiously nibble on it at first before proclaiming how divine it was and ask for second and third helpings. Queen Ant of course obliged, being a student of history and having studied the tactics of Catherine The Great, Elizabeth I, and Cleopatra, she knew that she was projecting the wealth and power of her colony by letting the emissaries gorge themselves on this rarest of treats. The ambassadors would go back to their respective queens and tell them of the great riches and luxury which they had witnessed in Queen Ant’s court.
I tried to repeat this experiment by leaving out a load the next couple of days (I told you, I’m a twisted fuck) and seeing if anything would happen. Perhaps there was food under that initial load or something I had eaten that day was of interest to the ants or maybe even it was a rogue faction of an ant colony which was desperate to survive outside of their home environment, but for whatever reason, the ants did not return to carry off my cum. It’s also a possibility that ants are dumb insignificant insects and didn’t know what the fuck they were eating, but perhaps that’s an oversimplification.
You could push me up against a wall have your way with me any old time. And if you're too tired then let me have mine with you. We could gently wake you up with a few wet kisses on your neck, along your chest and down to the tip of you...
mmmm just the thought of your rock hard cock dripping so sweet onto my tongue before your day even starts makes my pussy throb. I can only begin to fantasize how many times I could make you cum in a day... how many ways...
This honestly sounds like the perfect symbiotic relationship. When I want to do whatever I want with you, I can, and when I’m tired or lazy I get treated to a show that I have first row tickets to. Cum over.
when i read your posts i can't help but get so frustrated because i need a REAL cock inside me pumping me hard with reckless abandon and no regard for manners or gentleness
all i can do is imagine being fucked from both ends by you or anyone else
and when you cum you keep me there, unmoving, so i can feel your load inside me even if im uncomfortable
then you can get up and leave and ill still be in your bed, or on the floor
waiting for you anytime you feel the need to come back.
Your selflessness is a real fucking turn on. I’d come home from work and find you in my bed and fuck you and you’d ask, “Are you satisfied yet?” and I’d inform you that I wasn’t, so I’d drop another load inside of you and you’d ask again, “Are you satisfied yet?” and then I’d concede defeat. We’d go out after for fennel sausage pizza and caprese salad at our favorite place and half the load would still be inside of you.
Do you find pregnant women to be as attractive as the beautiful women you post on your blog? I'm currently pregnant, and that question sparked in my head
To begin with, if you’re young and reading this, please practice safe sex. Moving on…
When I was younger, I’d always hear much older men talk about how women are their sexiest when they’re pregnant and I couldn’t for the life of me understand why this idea was so pervasive. And then of course, I was actually around a pregnant woman one day in a supermarket and I had a huge epiphany. You see, pregnant women are hot for a couple reasons. Most importantly, some man nutted inside of her and MADE her pregnant with his seed. The idea that I can get a girl pregnant and add my part to bring another person into the world turns me on in a primordial kind of way.
I (obviously) don’t have children and won’t for quite a while, I’m sure, but the idea of knocking up my wife is REALLY FUCKING HOT. “I did that.” You know how guys like to take credit for things and mark thier territory? Well in a bizarre and twisted way this is the ultimate version of that. Or it might just be hot to me now and there’s different reasons when you’re actually fucking a pregnant woman, but that’s why I’m turned on by them in my current stage in life. I’ve heard pregnant pussy gets wetter than normal or like the pussy juice has a different consistency or something like that. My (married) family friend was being very vague in his analysis. Ask me again in ten to fifteen years and I’ll probably have different answers for you.