ElliottEden
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I've posted this theme to a couple of other threads, and decided to put in my own instead of hijacking another's.
I humbly present myself to preferably a lady; be she female, shemale/T-girl or CD. Or...
To be your entertainment, to be at your command for your pleasure.
To be told tempo, how much pressure to apply to myself. To stop or slow on your whim, to perhaps be allowed to bring myself sweet orgasm. My gasps as my scalding hot white semen surges through my shaft to amuse you. My humiliation as I describe it for your pleasure.
Or worse brought to the brink of orgasm and ordered to stay on the knife edge of release for what may seem to be an eternity. To be so close, ordered to orgasm and then cruelly told to stop. Time and again, I am only there for your pleasure.
I may beg, or plead or promise, and that may only makes things worse. You can be cruel and demanding.
To be instructed minutely as to the disposal of my issue. I'm here for your pleasure.
Or you command me to shoot my spunk quickly and I gladly comply; as the final spasm courses through me you order me to begin again. Instead of allowing my sensitive organ respite, with the nerve endings still raw and over-sensitive I resume my stroking.
Meanly you tell me to stop and I try so hard but I'm on the wrong side of that knife edge and can't. I immediately stop stroking yet it's too late; my seed fountains from my engorged and jerking, twitching member.
That's the worst of all, no real orgasm to satisfy the raging lust and yet the desire fades. Then as disappointment wells black and thick as velvet you tell me to lick...
Obviously my testicles are there for your amusement, as is my nether entryway. A small collection of toys have paved the way for you... not large.
I humbly present myself to preferably a lady; be she female, shemale/T-girl or CD. Or...
To be your entertainment, to be at your command for your pleasure.
To be told tempo, how much pressure to apply to myself. To stop or slow on your whim, to perhaps be allowed to bring myself sweet orgasm. My gasps as my scalding hot white semen surges through my shaft to amuse you. My humiliation as I describe it for your pleasure.
Or worse brought to the brink of orgasm and ordered to stay on the knife edge of release for what may seem to be an eternity. To be so close, ordered to orgasm and then cruelly told to stop. Time and again, I am only there for your pleasure.
I may beg, or plead or promise, and that may only makes things worse. You can be cruel and demanding.
To be instructed minutely as to the disposal of my issue. I'm here for your pleasure.
Or you command me to shoot my spunk quickly and I gladly comply; as the final spasm courses through me you order me to begin again. Instead of allowing my sensitive organ respite, with the nerve endings still raw and over-sensitive I resume my stroking.
Meanly you tell me to stop and I try so hard but I'm on the wrong side of that knife edge and can't. I immediately stop stroking yet it's too late; my seed fountains from my engorged and jerking, twitching member.
That's the worst of all, no real orgasm to satisfy the raging lust and yet the desire fades. Then as disappointment wells black and thick as velvet you tell me to lick...
Obviously my testicles are there for your amusement, as is my nether entryway. A small collection of toys have paved the way for you... not large.
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