whispering_surrender
Literotica Guru
- Joined
- Dec 10, 2002
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I admit it, I too have sat and giggled at my imaginary Anonymous critic. Sitting before his computer, furiously wanking his tiny wiwi, no bigger than my pinky. Fingers cramping from his attempts to grip his tiny package between thumb and index fingers. Blurting his cum and launching into a scathing email, fueled by his jealousy of the average to well endowed cocks in my stories and their ability to please their woman, to me with the remnants drying on his thigh. (Poor dear can't even reach his belly.)
However, on the odd occasion, his soft and sweet younger brother escapes from his chains in the basement and creeps upstairs. On velvet toes he sneaks in to use the computer, to lose himself in our creations, and achieve momentary peace through blissful orgasm. He writes us endearing and thoughtful feedback, but dare not sign his name, before being ruthlessly dragged back to his basement cell. Left alone to plot and scheme his next escape into the worlds of our creation.
To this lovely man, my humblest apologies for grouping you with the usual anonymous swine.
*head bowed in shame*
Whisper
However, on the odd occasion, his soft and sweet younger brother escapes from his chains in the basement and creeps upstairs. On velvet toes he sneaks in to use the computer, to lose himself in our creations, and achieve momentary peace through blissful orgasm. He writes us endearing and thoughtful feedback, but dare not sign his name, before being ruthlessly dragged back to his basement cell. Left alone to plot and scheme his next escape into the worlds of our creation.
To this lovely man, my humblest apologies for grouping you with the usual anonymous swine.
*head bowed in shame*
Whisper
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