Oh, yeah… I know you’re married (or in a committed relationship) because you tell me each time you call.

Hunger That Doesn’t Quit

You are still putting ads out, skulking around the local Adult Bookstore and cruising guys at work… all in the hope of finding a dick to suck. A dick that is, hopefully, as attached to their partner as you are to yours, so nothing serious threatens to develop romantically; that is the last thing you would want to happen, I am sure.

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In fact, most of you would not even consider yourself gay, am I right?

You just crave cock.

One in your mouth; another in your ass.

Because you are a cocksucking slut, aren’t you. laughing No need to answer that… I already know you are.

Logistics

Where do you meet your cock? A hotel room? His house? Yours? How naughty can you get? How close to the edge makes you even harder?

Wherever you are, you submissive slut, I know you are salivating even before you arrive. You can just about feel that dick in your mouth, pumping in, harder and harder, his hand on the back of your head, his calling you his bitch, his faggot.

You park and your own cock is already getting hard. Yet you are a nervous wreck. No matter how many times you do this, each time is like the first.

Your shaky hand knocks on the door and he opens it, giving you the space to walk past him. Within moments, he is naked from the waist down, lying on the couch. As if hypnotized, you glide towards him, kneel, and reach out for his flaccid dick. Such sluts you both are. Do you even say one word to each other before you start?

Nope.

Not one word.