I Want… #16

I want you to look at my cock. Gaze at it. Stare at it. Take in every detail. I want you to watch the way it trembles, my cockhead bobbing with each pulse of my heartbeat, as the blood surges in, making me harder, thicker, longer.

I want you to notice how it leans slightly to my left, perhaps naturally, perhaps from years of self-pleasure. I want you to follow the line of it with your eyes, from the taut roll of foreskin, pulled back over the bulge of my glans, down to the soft curly hair around the base of my shaft. I want you to look at the swollen pinky purple glossy head, a smudge of moisture at its tip.

I want you to spread your legs, and touch yourself. I want you to look at my cock, and tell me how you’ll touch it first. Maybe with your hands, maybe your mouth. Perhaps both. I want you to tell me how you’ll pleasure me – will you stroke me slowly, suck me gently or wank me hard and fast until you can stand it no longer and have to have me inside you.

I want you to imagine how it will feel when I push your moist lips apart and slip my full length inside you, filling you with foreign flesh, hot, rigid, violating you but becoming part of you. A welcome intruder into your core, fucking you, filling you, coming insde you, my seed oozing from your cunt.

I want you to look at my cock. It’s yours. I want you to have it.