Hello, Miss Tumblr.
My arrogance is sometimes off-putting, isn’t it?
This confidence I keep shoving in your face is just downright obnoxious sometimes, don’t you think?
Yet. Do me a favor before you go and hate me for it.
Check your panties for me.
A little moister than five minutes ago, aren’t you? You know I’m smirking a grin as my MacBook Pro captures my dickheaded nature at full force.
My confidence, arrogant as it might be, is aimed squarely at convincing your free hand to do some exploring, to really put yourself in the experience I craft for your pretty little princess parts, to get all tingly and feel-goody.
Go ahead. Nobody is looking. And you know it feels good, doesn’t it?
You might wonder what I am really like. Am I really the passionate man, who is an executive at work, a dad who loves my role as a father, a lover who will stop at nothing to make a woman cum.
Maybe I am. Maybe I’m not.
Tell yourself I am not. You’ll rest better next to Mr. Dickface tonight.
I think we both know the answer to that though. Kinda hard to paint the pictures I paint if you have never broken out the oils and easel. Vivid depictions of where my fingers go when my tongue does something else and the reactions that follow like clockwork are words only made possible from a man who has been there and done that.
Yeah, Kitten. I’m talking to you. Are you wet yet?
Well, let’s fix that there right quick then, baby girl.
I want you to imagine a little short story for me. There are only two people in it, so the cast is pretty easy to remember. There is you. There is me.
If you must know, I come with green eyes and a shaved head. Starting to paint a picture yet? Now, I want you to imagine you are laying in bed in your empty house, masturbating. Might not be a hard stretch for some of you.
Knock knock at the door.
“Fuck, I was almost there”, you tell yourself. You quickly get up, disheveled, and run to the door.
A somewhat familiar sexy man stands at the door, asking, “Can I borrow a cup of sugar?” You say, “Yeah, of course. Do you just need…”.
Then you stop.
Just then you realize you are still holding your wet vibrator in your hand. He sees it too. “Oh my God”, you think to yourself.
Your face is immediately beat red.
Never having been more embarrassed.
His grin is about as sinister and sexy as you have ever seen.
You start to say something and he says “Don’t worry, Kitten. I’m a grown up. It’s our secret. But now you have to keep a secret for me.”
He grabs your right wrist, pulls it up towards him, with you holding the wet vibe in your right hand. Brings it to his mouth. And sucks it clean.
“You taste delicious,” he says. “Promise not to tell anyone.”
That’s it, you are kinda disturbed but at the same time, you get wet at the pure gall and confidence of this fucking guy.
You grab his wrist. Put it right up to your pussy. And pull him in and kick the door shut. Kissing like you haven’t been kissed in years. Clothes off in nanoseconds. He tosses you down and dives straight into your wet cunt and you cum almost immediately. Must have been the unintentional edging.
Grabbing his bald head, you squirm and kick and he kisses you with your pussy drenching his beard. Fingers inside you as he does.
Squirting everywhere and he just dives back in to lick you up again.
Slapping your tits and ass, he flips you over and props your ass up.
You haven’t even seen what is going inside you.
Is it big? Is it circumcised? Is it small? Is it huge? Like monster huge?
Spit hits your asshole. “Oh shit, is he going in my ass,” you think.
Then a finger, then a thumb moves inside your ass.
And a nice hard thick cock fills your pussy and you feel both holes being stuffed.
Pounding your wet pussy all the way to the back, you jolt forward unintentionally, over and over, until you cum again. Then again. And again.
He yanks your hair. Pulls you onto your knees. And stands above you for the cum that is going straight into your belly.
That is when you see it. A nice, thick, hard, wet, glistening cock coming straight for your mouth. You rub your clit as it does. As he fills you up, shoves it straight to the back of your throat, and unloads.
He tells you are a Good Girl. Then leaves.
So, Miss Tumblr. I have a question for you.
How’s that pussy now?
Also published on Medium.