Whacking Off!
Letemdangle
Published
11/10/2010
What is the point to whacking off? Some temporary relief of an unsatisfied natural urge to spread my seed far and wide. Am I like a monkey unable to control my urges?
Is this precious seed meant to populate the world, with it's abundant superior genealogical attributes?
A woman's womb lusts for this precious resource, it is warmth on warmth, wet on wet.
I grasp the robust tubular, and like a well cultured cucumber encourage its growth, adoring its vitality as it grows rapidly within my hand.
I dream of circumstance, of faces beyond my hold and like a net bring them near my crotch to bathe my balls in loving caress.
The images pass by, the thoughts uncontrolled, like a movie camera skipping back and forth, trying to find the perfect scene.
I try to focus on the faces and bodies I foolishly unrecognized as opportunities these beauties laid before my eyes.
But now that I grow old, my grip is not as firm, as I flash back and remember my eyes reflecting her eyes, she squints, she trembles, I release my sperm!
Is this precious seed meant to populate the world, with it's abundant superior genealogical attributes?
A woman's womb lusts for this precious resource, it is warmth on warmth, wet on wet.
I grasp the robust tubular, and like a well cultured cucumber encourage its growth, adoring its vitality as it grows rapidly within my hand.
I dream of circumstance, of faces beyond my hold and like a net bring them near my crotch to bathe my balls in loving caress.
The images pass by, the thoughts uncontrolled, like a movie camera skipping back and forth, trying to find the perfect scene.
I try to focus on the faces and bodies I foolishly unrecognized as opportunities these beauties laid before my eyes.
But now that I grow old, my grip is not as firm, as I flash back and remember my eyes reflecting her eyes, she squints, she trembles, I release my sperm!
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