Skip to content- Like God, my cock is a jealous cock. It doesn’t like other cocks. And, if you’re attending to my cock, it really wants you focused on it. As in #s 2, 3, and 5 below, feel free to attend to other nearby parts (esp. taint, ass, thighs, pubis). But. Never let my cock imagine for a moment that it’s not the center of the party.
- My cock is hungry. Under-attended-to. Deprived. Once you start touching it, please don’t ever stop.
- My cock isn’t big, but there’s no part of it that doesn’t crave your attention. The head. The shaft. The frenulum. The balls.
- My cock is not a piston. It likes your wrist and your fist, sure, but it also likes your palm, your fingertips, your knuckles. (Not to mention, of course, your lips, tongue, cheeks, hair, eyes.)
- My cock is patient. And impatient. Teasing it by attending to my nearby parts is welcome. And. But. See #1.
- When I come, it’s the end of the party. Not because, like Steve Martin, I can make love up to one time a night. But because, for me, one time is the right number of times. And. The later, the longer after we start, the better.
- My cock loves a party. Two hands are better than one. Three, better than two. Four, better than three. And so on, and so on, and so on. Ditto mouths. And mouths and hands.
- My cock likes lube. And saliva. And pussy juice. And oil, water, syrup, chocolate. Ice. Warmth.
- Variety is the spice of (my cock’s) life. Variety of touch. Of temperature. Of pace. Of sensation.
- My cock likes to be liked. Craves being craved. Needs to be needed. Bring your hunger.
