I have had a hard time writing lately.
I’d say it is writer’s block, but that would be a lie. I am writing and writing and writing and writing and writing and writing and writing and writing and writing and writing and writing and writing.
Problem is: I am posting nothing.
Essentially dead letters are piling up in my Drafts. Passionate ones and angry ones and loving ones and bummer ones and not too many “wet your panties” ones. For somebody who has turned out 1,000 or so written posts in about a year of writing, one in four days is kind of shitty.
I see the “new followers” count drop from 100 a day to 21, but I can’t help it though. I’d rather post nothing than generate some lame bullshit I don’t actually feel inside.
Dead letters nonetheless.
I suppose as I “feel” it, I better take my opportunity to write something that doesn’t sound like a fucking bummer.
Right now, I am feeling it.
Right now, I am feeling You.
So, do me a little favor Kitten and put all those worries out of your beautiful mind. I want you to think about the next time I put my hands on you.
Put yourself there, for Daddy. Feel me, as I feel you.
Imagine this man right here, and really think about all the passion contained inside me. Have you ever known anyone else, quite like me? This same man that even unbeknownst to me, somehow I can forcefuck my prolific passion into Helvetica font like clockwork, exposing my raw feelings over the desire I feel for you.
I put my heart into every word and the words just keep on coming.
Now really think about that. Think about what it would take to have this burning desire inside a man, who happens to be in possession of a handsome cock, undeniable skills and knowledge of your body, and above all, a laser-like focus for none other than You, little lady.
Are you getting wet yet? Because you should be.
Not there yet? Well lean back, touch, and sink yourself completely into the idea that when you are in my presence, I am going to take your body and make you crawl out of your fucking skin for me.
You will sleep so well that night that you will shove a towel between your legs to soak up the cum from us both that seems to never stop falling from you. You will be too exhausted to wait for it to cease dripping out of the pussy I just claimed.
I’ll snatch so many orgasms out of you, that you will just want to put your head on my chest and fall right into me. For I will have flooded your body with a release of endorphins and adrenaline on a scale you didn’t realize was possible.
I’ll have eaten you as well as ever, fingered you even better, spanked you, choked you, fucked your tight little ass and pussy, slapped whatever wanted and made your pussy’s wetness run down your legs.
So feel me, little one. Now feel yourself, right over that pink bean, and rub her for me.
Mmm…just like that.
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