I need a MAWMee!!

[46n2]

I need a Mommy.

No really. I’ve got this unsolved issue where I sport one in the tub and like…all hell breaks loose. OMG - BONER!!

It’s comical but I’m serious. It’s a VERY serious issue. What can be done about that kind of thing? I’m marked forever. It pops out above all the bubbles and serpents around like a bad B movie… how is that MY fault? Put your fucking wet tits away before you start handling me again! Jeezus!

“Well I couldn’t know you would be that large….”

“MAYWM!!! Stop touching me.” etc.

That’s the drill.

This is a very serious and ongoing issue for me, well into my elder years, and I just need some resolve. I need a peaceful process.

And I’m serious.

[I’m actually not serious about this at all but I do find it a rather enriching scenario. Throw caution to the wind, wanna fuck around with it? I’ll bring the big dick and you bring the tits, okay? As long as your name is not Dixon Carter Lee you are free to apply for strong consideration. Nor Laurel, your name can’t be Laurel. All others, try not to have a dick and we might be able to make something happen…]

 

[46n2]

Oh, one more thing. It WOULD be good if your name was...

oh nevermind.

 

[46n2]

I think I might actually be pretty serious about this.

I need some nurturing.

Straight up.

Handjob in a bathtub full of bubbles. Absolutely. While convincing me, “Mommy’s got it all taken care of. Don’t you worry none.” Yup. Nothin’ about that I DON’T like.

The only part I might not like is that I might like it. Or want it. Or NEED that even. Way too fuckin masculine (and gigantic) to ever admit I might require if not even be at all desperate for that sort of thing. That’s just not a part of me that anyone else can know about, eh.

But that’s what Literotica was born for, right? Ain’t it?

The place where I can go. And be myself. For safety?

Well… maybe it had been that for a month or so, way back when. Before that all got smashed to smithereens. All my fault, of course ; )


-I want a pen pal. Who’s assertive enough while not at all a cunt.

Who can maybe baby me more thoroughly than the honest experience I was cheated out of all those years ago and to this very day (aka, my actual mother is a fucking selfish bitch and me no likee. Don’t be her).

Wanna be that for me? Just for shits and giggles?

Then I’ll want you too.

Very simple.

PS I enjoy and value my anonymity very much. You will never be threatened in that manner ever. Just be interesting. I don’t need to ever meet your face.

Bury me in pretend bubbles. That’s all I’m asking for.