WesCraftD
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i'm pathetic. she owns every part of me. as strong as i'd like to be, here I am in the same old situation. she's naked in the bed next to me right now and still...
two nights ago, she let me sleep next to her and watch a movie. it tells me she really likes me. i know it's perverse, but in the morning she turned over sleeping and put her leg between my thighs. It took me thirty minutes, but eventually I put my hand on her knee...slowly...two fingers...three...my palm. I was sweating like a pig and my cock was between a rock and my stomach, which can be a very hard place. I cursed myself for leaking slightly in my pants.
I undid my shorts to give it a little air. I tend to wear tight briefs which does nothing to mask a raging hard-on, so i let my cock come out. I always find it intriguing, it's shape. It's not incredibly large at all, and a tad bit crooked, kind of like me. But at 140 pounds i'm able to move an incredible amount of weight, so i often imagine what my cock can REALLY do. It hasn't had nearly as much training as me. pathetic...
Anyway, she stirred once I had done all this. I cursed myself again,a measly insect disturbing this deity's sleep. She fell into deep rhythmic breathing and that was my cue. I matched her rhythm with my own.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Repeat.
it was a beautiful song.
i did this while slowly jerking my cock with my left hand - which i've come to favor in adulthood - and using my right to trace circles around her inner thigh. Like a drummer, my breathing and my hands all moving autonomously in-synch to her lungs, beating like a metronome.
We came to a symphonic chorus, and my cock grew impatient. As punishment, I squeezed hard on the base - who else is going to punish me when my master's asleep? I felt a false yet wonderful contraction and the fluids became constricted between the bulging muscle. After subduing my orgasm, I continued, this time strengthening my grip on my cock and lightening the traces on her thigh, widening them as to gradually move closer. I could feel the heat from her pussy beneath her pajamas. It was intense and if it could speak it would have said "Get out of the kitchen..."
What?
My hand twitched with uncertainty. Do I deserve this? Her pussy then continued "...because we both know you can't take the heat!" Ouch! (She always liked to tell corny jokes so I imagine even in my hallucinations, that her pussy would too). And just as I began to fall to pieces inside - the glorious descent - she put the cherry on top. "little boy..." My body screamed thank you...i think i even whispered it.
And just like that, her breathing became irregular. It was her way of saying "the song's over, tiger." She then turned over, which is her way of saying "Get out of my sight." That's just what I did. Slipping quietly out of her bed and her room, I returned to my own. What was I to do? I went patiently, teasing myself; but after 20 minutes I gave myself what otherwise would have been an amazing orgasm if I hadn't felt like shit inside. How pathetic. I cleaned up in front of the mirror.
Half of me enjoyed looking at my face and body, which are both beautiful. I only say this because she said that to me years ago. I've always cherished that. Even though I barely ever take advantage of it, I attract women like a fly zapper in the summertime. Despite the fact that I'm a walking magnet, I haven't had sex in a few months. And that was a brief stint after a year of celibacy. (Why I did this to myself i'm still trying to find out, but it made me a better person).
The other half of me wanted to see the disgusting creature i've become. A slave who takes his reward and punishment into his own hands. An ugly thing with crooked yellow teeth and protruding bones, like a seasoned goblin. I cursed myself for having such an average dick size, even though it could turn pussy into a waterfall when I wanted it to. Nevertheless, I tend to remember my worst sexual experiences better than my greatest...
to be continued
They call me a Switch
for years and years i've always felt the lines blurred, trying to scratch it into clarity; like when you just can't seem to find exactly where it is you itch.
some people call me a greedy slut, or a confused prick. A selfish bastard - "you're like a bisexual chick!"
it's all the same to me, none of these comments ever really spark my interest or cause me to overthink.
but here it's made simple...at collar me i discovered that I can simply call myself a switch.
now take that home, and have fun with it...
i am Craft D.
i am pleased to meet you. i only hope i can make you pleased to meet me...
switch!
now you may kneel. because i'm ready to play 
http://www.purevolume.com/listeners/wescarter
< Message edited by WesCraftD -- 12/11/2007 10:34:06 AM >
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