Rules for handling my cock (ten commandments)

  1. 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.
  2. My cock is hungry. Under-attended-to. Deprived. Once you start touching it, please don’t ever stop.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.)
  5. My cock is patient. And impatient. Teasing it by attending to my nearby parts is welcome. And. But. See #1.
  6. 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.
  7. 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.
  8. My cock likes lube. And saliva. And pussy juice. And oil, water, syrup, chocolate. Ice. Warmth.
  9. Variety is the spice of (my cock’s) life. Variety of touch. Of temperature. Of pace. Of sensation.
  10. My cock likes to be liked. Craves being craved. Needs to be needed. Bring your hunger.

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