but yer gonna make faces…
all ya’ll? kind of a big tmi here. I know that’s not as emphatic or flashy as Zebra’s tmi warning, but, if you value your soul at all, heed it as if your life depended upon it…This is an inor post, as squishy as they get…
First- to you who asked- well, it’s brought me lots of pleasure, so I wanted to say someting nice to it. Some of you may know I talk to it nicely these days, and still others might know I do have a definite female side to me. (my left side…)
To boot, well, fuck, it’s MY COCK, I can call it anything I want to.
And, I confess, I like the sex talk it inspires-
she-OH YEAH BABY OH YEAH STICK THAT PRETTY PART IN ME OH YEAH!!! RAMM ME HARDER WITH YOUR STEAMY, ROCK HARD BIG PRETTY PART
me-OH YEAH BABY, YOU WANT IT I CAN TELL YOU SLUT SO OPEN UP THOSE SWEET LIPS O’ YOUR’N AND SPREAD EM WIDE CAUSE HERE COMES MY FIERY, RAMPANT, PILEDRIVIN PRETTY PART
or, me, in the low, hissy, deadly voice of one getting blown-o,yeh, baby, yeah, like that oh, yeah, take it all (menacing, like we get sometimes to be all tough and dominant) you like my pretty, PRETTY PART, yaeaahaha you do…
or YEAH BABY, SLAM THAT PRETTY PART UP MY ASS, OH, I JUST CAIN’T GET ENOUGH A THAT PRETTY PART!!!
Well, either that or I was trying, briefly, to follow the advice of a couple lady dopers, but having spent some more time in MPSIMS, and seeing some of the other stuff that goes on here, have decided to just be me, with a boiler plate on my posts…
Well, so anyway, yeah, you’re kinda right- it *is sort of masturbating, and it is sort of rough trade, although not in the way you think…
(as an aside, and different than what I’m going to speak about here- I do things over board, and stroking the goat is no exception, and I actually have done it till it bled, but it doesn’t peel whole sheets of skin off, it causes a condition I’ve always thought of as ‘ring around the collar’
nope, not in the way you might think at all.
I have a bad back- a birth defect where I have one malformed vertebrae, which can go out, and when it does, it’s excrciating, as those of you with backs that go out will know. I suffered an accident in which I broke my back, and the breaking impact was such that it further aggravated the birth defect.
So, I got this this bad back.
It stays stronger and I have fewer episodes of it going out if I work it out.
Well, one time I got to noticin’ that when ever I was in a relationship, I had fewer problems with my back and sat down and thought about it:
Relationship?
No relationship?
What’s the difference that could cause my back to be stronger when in one than when not in one?
Hmmmm.
Can you guess what I came up with?
Yup, bangin like a screen door in a hurricane- that’s what I figured was doing it.
So, I decided to invent some excercises that would help it.
I get down on the floor, in a raised push up position, and do some ‘air fucking’, as long as I can, in sets.
In sets.
Then, I do the same on elbows, because it works different muscles.
I have recently changed this, to where, instead of staying in an upraised position, I jsut go ahead and do pushups while i air fuck. I’m betting it probably looks pretty damn silly…
K, so this is kinda hard, try it if you don’t believe me- ya gotta do it vigorously though, jsut staying up or doing pushups or on your elbows, humping away madly as you can at the air.
And, although I believe it’s real good practice for if I ever get in another relationship, the immediate rewards are jsut not there, y’know?
And, I’m definitely an immediate reward-oriented kind of guy, shallow of me, I know, but we all do the best that we can with what we have…
So anyway, one day, there I am, air fucking like a mother fuckr, and I hadn’t stroked my pretty part in a while, I was really trying to cut down, not the least reason being a pretty bad case of ring around the collar, and I got tired and jsut let myself flop on the floor, carpeted.
You dan probably guess what happens next- At the time, my back had been going through a sort of bad spell, and when that happens, I really can’t lay on my belly, so I hadn’t for a while.
Well, all pumped up and thinking about how ready for it if I ever did have sex again…when I flopped, the sensation of my cock pressing against the rug through my sweats was verrry nice.
I thought of a reward for myself, yanked down my sweats, and jsut fucked the shit out of that carpet. It was bi-level, and to this day, I believe that that made what happened worse than it might have been…
I noticed fairly quickly a sensation of pain, but I was kind of in a frenzy, and besides, I am an addict, and you can get addicted to way more things than drugs, and one of the things I have been addicted to was the dopamine rush that climax brings…
So, upshot of it all is, I peeled my dick like a kiwi fruit, and there in is the tale that led up to the tale above.
The rest is boring, jsut cleaning the various liquids off the carpet, some holding and moaning after the dopamine subsided, chasing the fucking dog off from the interesting scents emanating from the pretty part region
Ohhhhh.
I hope you’re happy…