Straight Female / 35
I Love His Dick!
I haven't found anything in life I love more than his dick, and that's saying something. While there are certainly lots of good dicks out there, the one I have makes me drool. I don't understand how it makes me forget everything I've ever learned, erases my mind, and turns me into a panting, wild-eyed slut that will do just about anything to have in my mouth.
When I have it in front of me, I feel like I would attack anything that tried to take it away like a mountain lioness. It's like it turns me feral. Sometimes I'm afraid I'll hurt him I'm so aggressive when I get to have it. I want to bite it, growl at him, mark him as mine.
I need to stroke it, lick it, smell it, nuzzle it with my nose and face and cheeks. I will rub any part of my body against it. I want to smell like his dick, and every part of my body needs to feel it. I want other people to smell his dick on me, in me, and go off and cry their eyes out that they can't have it or have a girl like me that's devoted to it.
I worship his dick. I confess to it, I kneel before it. I tell it my deepest secrets and needs. And I say Amen with my mouth full every single time, thanking it for hearing my sins and prayers. And when he cums I proudly take that load all over me, every time blessed with his raining seed. I want to set feminism back 100 years going to church for this dick.
There's something about being a dick-worshiping female that I crave in the most terrifyingly beautiful way possible. It's my curse, my need as a women, my duty and my delight. It makes me ache thinking about it, masturbate to him over and over until I nearly pass out.
It's an absolute obsession that I wish more women would be willing to talk about, a biological need that turns us into other creatures entirely. God I love it.
When I have it in front of me, I feel like I would attack anything that tried to take it away like a mountain lioness. It's like it turns me feral. Sometimes I'm afraid I'll hurt him I'm so aggressive when I get to have it. I want to bite it, growl at him, mark him as mine.
I need to stroke it, lick it, smell it, nuzzle it with my nose and face and cheeks. I will rub any part of my body against it. I want to smell like his dick, and every part of my body needs to feel it. I want other people to smell his dick on me, in me, and go off and cry their eyes out that they can't have it or have a girl like me that's devoted to it.
I worship his dick. I confess to it, I kneel before it. I tell it my deepest secrets and needs. And I say Amen with my mouth full every single time, thanking it for hearing my sins and prayers. And when he cums I proudly take that load all over me, every time blessed with his raining seed. I want to set feminism back 100 years going to church for this dick.
There's something about being a dick-worshiping female that I crave in the most terrifyingly beautiful way possible. It's my curse, my need as a women, my duty and my delight. It makes me ache thinking about it, masturbate to him over and over until I nearly pass out.
It's an absolute obsession that I wish more women would be willing to talk about, a biological need that turns us into other creatures entirely. God I love it.
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