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NorthernGent -> RE: Your Cock Vs. My Cock, and Part II: The Most Appalling Cock Shot I’ve Ever Received (3/31/2015 10:30:06 AM)
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ORIGINAL: NookieNotes
So, I wrote a bit the other day about cock shots.
Your Cock Vs. My Cock
As I typed the title, I realized that this could be taken as a comparison rant, wherein I discuss the amazing cocks I can have and fuck with versus the one you men are born with...
But it's not.
It's about real life fleshy cocks, and what to do with them, and more importantly, when.
Yes, this is about cock shots. And receiving them. And why the cock you are so proud of—and may well have been told is a perfectly splendid example of manhood—is just not getting you very far when it comes to the ladies.
It's very simple.
When you waggle your cock at me, in photos, it is your cock.
I am not that interested in your cock. No more than I am interested in your grapes, your Spiderman bed sheets, or your new X-Box.
Because they are yours, and I don't know you, therefore those things offer no real benefit to my life.
Interestingly enough, though, I get cock shots quite regularly that I enjoy. Nay, that I love. In fact, as the D in my relationship, I require them. Daily.
MY cock, I love.
And I don't mean just because I am the D, and I claim that cock for my very own. I mean because I have a connection to and a relationship with that cock. I know how it responds to me, how it hardens and twitches in my hand, how it feels going down my throat, how it hits the sensitive bits inside of me, how it fits me so perfectly, and so on.
When I see a pic of my cock, I connect all of those wonderful, positive, amazing things to it. I get all warm and fuzzy feeling inside. I get wet and squishy down below. My heart swells and my mouth salivates.
Obviously, I love cock.
But I don't love your cock. Because it's your cock. Not mine.
When I see a picture of your cock, I get... nothing. Really.
It may be an impressive cock. I could even say so, "Wow! That's an impressive cock!"
But I have nothing more. I don't know if your cock is really any good at satisfying me. I don't know if you'll smell good or taste delicious. I don't FEEL anything for your cock.
And I'm turned off. I didn't ask for your cock, and here it is, staring me in the eye, rudely, a perfect stranger of a cock barging uninvited into my life.
This is why so many women say that it's best to not send a cock shot to a potential interest, or to at least wait until one is requested.
Because, like me, they want to see a cock they have a connection to, or hope to have a connection to. A cock they do or may claim as their own (regardless of which side of the slash they are on).
Not your cock.
Today, in one of my inboxes (NOT CS), I received a link to a video. It’s NSFW, and I’m only going to link to the video screen-capture I made of it it here. I’ll warn you: it’s an appalling self-tribute to a man’s cock in LSD-inspired colors and a horrible soundtrack.
So, yes, it does happen. Just like this (although this is worse than most):
The most appalling cock shot I've ever received
I watched it, of course, and thoughtfully replied:
The music is appalling. Really terrible.
The cock is nice enough, but the model has no imagination. I got bored after the first cum.
The pose is unflattering. The model seems to have a nice body, but that position does nothing for his physique.
The cum shot is a let down. It was more of a dribble than a shoot.
And the colors. Who wants to look at a moldy-colored cock?
This is barely worth the “D” I’m going to grade it.
So, there you have it. Unsolicited cock shots do happen. And they happen in appallingly bad ways.
To be clear, I am not judging this man, nor am identifying him. I am sure he is a generally OK human, and that people love him. I am simply commenting (anonymously for him) on his poor choice of conversational openers.
And, of course, posting this for your amusement.
I haven't read the full post, but I did have a quick skim and by anyone's standards I've witnessed an extravagant use of the word cock.
A feast of cock, some would say.
A mere observation.
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