Hello, pretties. As I fat finger my tony little iPhone keyboard (yeah, I did that on purpose), I feel blessed today as my passion fire burns like a California hillside. I mean it wasn’t all that long ago that I hung up the e-pen and quill, neglecting thousands of already neglected self-touching housewives in the process (my deepest apologies, sincerely), all while I tried to figure out why I just didn’t give a fuck anymore. Those days are behind me, thank God.
Nowadays I’m hell-bent on describing in vivid detail what I do with my tongue, fingers, and cock when in the presence of the feminine form. Explaining my station in life, as a man, as a father, as an earner, to whoever feels like fucking listening. Just getting this shit off my chest, one verbally illustrated forced orgasm at a time.
I thank God my Passion Cup is full.
So my little pretties, keep on checking back for more Posts cause I assure you they are coming.
So pull those lacy boy shorts to the side, lean back, and imagine the top a smooth shaved head between your legs, devoting the best this man can muster to your clit, fulfilling that orgasm commitment that I long to bring to you.
Touch Babydoll. Just touch.
I sure fucking wish it was my hand.