Friday, March 29, 2013

I'm craving a penis.

Sitting split-legged and toying with my pubic hair and clit as I write this. It's been about three weeks since I haven't had a dick inside me. And it is only now that I realised how reliant I am on that arbitrary meat-rod.

The anticipation as you see a pair of boxers inflate, and get your hands to work as you get curious. You pull it down and reveal its majesty right in front of you.

That few minutes as you take your time to appreciate its appearance - be it big or small, long or short, haired or shaved, you just know it does one same function. And you start to feel it.

That feeling of light ecstasy when you lightly stroke it, and gently lick on the tip of it. And then you take it by your mouth, clean the ejector channel for your present of the day.

The blissfulness as you take it by mouth or by fingers, and consistently pick up speed, as you feel it harden more and more (it already has since step 1).

That moment when the time is ripe, you are wet enough, and it is hard enough. You direct it to line up at your opening, and it enters untold. You feel the immense joy.

The over-the-moon moment when it hits the right spots at the right time, and emits the right fluids from you. The whole process just gets better.

That joy when the room is filled with moans and total pleasure. You enjoy the cock and it enjoys you. The two bodies just busk in the moment.

The ultimate intensity as the thrusting picks up to full speed, and no one side can stop. Every hit into your channel gives you that oomph and that's what life is all about.

That exact second when your lips, breasts, nipples, ass, clit, and pussy have done enough to make your only companion eject its due. It fills your whole vagina up with deserving fluids.

The obligation to clear out whatever's left inside as your mouth gets to quick, intense work again. Your eyes visit it again, only to find it a little reddened and reluctant, yet ready for you once again.

That taste of the laggier little white soldiers as your mouth brings them out of the system. Your vagina has it, now your throat has it too.

The humbling when you are just in awe of it that even after the heavy battle, it still stands tall and proud in front of you, and you always remind yourself that vaginas are made for penises.

13 comments:

  1. Hahaha...you can have mine lol :P

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  2. I've been following your blog for quite some time. You really do have a gift with words. One can arguably state that upon reading any of your writings, one would automatically find oneself in need of a good release. Would love to collaborate with you in the future. Keep up the good work! Holla back!

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  3. The good is that you've definately got a future to write your own naughty novel.

    The bad is you sound like you need another gangbang badly.

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  4. you need a good fuck inside out

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  5. you need someone to satisfy your needs

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  6. Hello . wanna have a one night stand ?

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  7. I think you can write a novel name '50 shades of Charmaine'. No joke.

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  8. Hi Charmaine... Would love to ask:
    How/ When do you think guys are sexy (That drives girls crazy)?

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  9. Wanna some dick...I'm available

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  10. Email me at Owenn2106@gmail.com
    I'm a sec 3. I need someone to fuck

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