I am my obsession (obsession), my only obsession (obsession) who do I want me to be when I sleep with me.
August 31st, 2007I’m feeling a bit weary and dull-headed as I write this but I’m in the middle of an insane weekend with Abigail. It’s indulging my appetite for extraordinary levels of extended sexual arousal grounded in bad behavior. And though I know all that - the generality about myself I am learning new specifics. Such as I can stuff an enormous Lexington Steel Dildo into, if not fully, my ass. I can do that 35 times in a row. I can fuck myself in the throat with aformentioned Steele until I’m so sore I have to stop. This is news to me. And the medium sized Tantus plug is very much at home in my ass. And despite the passage of time I can stay up for 39 and a half hours working productively which can mean working productively or it can mean wanking with quantities of lubricant so vast it’s way beyond the realm of friction reduction and deep into the realm of lubricantia, the fetishist’s obsession with things slick for their own sake. And endless web and harddrive based pornography
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