Going Down (or I need Cock)

Okay, I’m obviously a bit horny this weekend. Spend most of the drive home thinking about cock, or at least giving head. I don’t post much about my love for me, mainly because I don’t find most pictures of men as sexy as women. I love how women look and smell, but I love how men feel inside me.

It wasn’t always that in the beginning. I leaned more toward lusting after women for most of my teenage years. I dreamed and mastrubated to them for years and never wanted to think about men. It wasn’t until I got through some of my own personal hangups that I really began to appreciate the male form and how it felt. No matter how much I want to say I’m completely in the middle bisexual, I always have an appreciation for the curvier sex.

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That isn’t to say I don’t love cock. There is something about sliding it into my mouth that gives me a thrill. I love the hardness and the heat, the feel of it tickling the back of my throat or the feel of shaved balls against my lips (I like my men like my women, smooth).