Warning... this is an adult site. If reading or viewing things about what gay men do sexually with one another bothers you - you should not read this blog. This blog is a reflection of my adventures and thoughts. Some are fun, some not so pretty. I won't name names, or kiss and tell... but I will live to tell. And baby, trust me - I am gonna spill it all over your pretty little party dress. Enjoy!
It’s
been on your mind all day. You live for
it; counting the moments. From the
minute you woke up this morning and all through your workday, it’s all you’ve
been thinking about.
Your
throat aches for it; your thirst is that palpable.
Sometimes
you think maybe you have a bit of a problem, but such thoughts get pushed aside
anytime the opportunity to indulge arises.
And there are certainly worse things to be addicted to, am I right?
Like it
or not, there’s only one thing that really satisfies that need. And, oh, yeah… you need it. Need it bad.
The
vessel and taste of its contents may vary, but the payoff is always the same, the
instant it passes your lips, fills your mouth, and hits the back of your throat.
So,
what’s your pleasure? Name your
poison. Don’t be shy. It’s all right there for the taking.
Go on, reach
in there and grab one. You know you want
it.
And don’t
make the mistake of hurrying. Take your
time. Be sure to savor every second. No need to rush it.
Oh,
yeah.
There
it is.
Your
lips part in anticipation. In your mind,
you can already taste it. A lifetime of
experience fills your head - a reflex reaction, for you’re primed, awaiting that
sensation you know will transport you to the place you long to visit.
You wish you could live there.
The
moment it touches your lips, you know you’re in for a good time.
It’s
the look and feel of it in your hands, the weight, the girth, the pure
satisfaction you know comes from such things.
It’s an
experience you indulge in and relish whenever and wherever possible. You’re greedy for it, huh? You laugh.
How many times have others called you a greedy little pig?
Yeah,
little piggy… go to town. Get a little
sloppy with it. It’s all good.
Don’t
you love it? How it goes down so smooth? Cascading through you, fulfilling, elevating,
and transporting you like nothing else in this whole messed up world?