Background
I had a nice late-night session (although too brief) with my HIH 950. It auto-f****d me for about 15 minutes. I moaned the entire time. I was only wearing my Duke swimmer’s jock. When the session was over, I took off the jock and just put-on my nylon shorts. Then I went back to sleep. Or so I thought!
Meditation/Fantasy
During the time that I went back to bed, since I was not wearing a cup, I began to “feel” for my package. Nothing unusual about that. But I began to dwell on something that developed into a fantasy of-sorts, perhaps more of a meditation. Here it is….
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[Warning: This description includes sexually suggestive and explicit language. Reader be aware. This is what I remember. I won’t hold back on the descriptions.]
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As males, we must acknowledge our main purpose: We have a “duty” to make and deposit our semen.
We are designed to “leak”—that leaking of alkaline fluid paves the way for an ejaculation.
We must have erections—they are as necessary as our cocks. If they occur at an inopportune time, no problem! Let them happen! Don’t squelch them! Our cocks are designed for penetration into the female vagina. Don’t hold back, let it happen!
Are you in chastity? F**k it! Take-off that binding sheath and expose the male appendage with its raw power!