Sick fuck with a knife

#1 – Be able to host, especially if he is married.

#2 – Break your gag reflex by practicing with a banana or a dildo.

#3 – Never use your hands, unless told to.

#4 – Look him in the eyes when his cock is down your throat.

#5 – Learn to listen and observe non-verbal cues that tell you how to suck him better

#6 – Pay attention to his balls as well.

#7 – Buy some knees pads so you don’t need to take a break.

#8 – When he is cumming, keep sucking him all the way through until his orgasm ends.

#9 – Always swallow, unless he decides to blow it some other way, in which case, let him.

#10 – Keep his cock in your mouth after he has come, and let it get soft while he comes down from his orgasm. He might fall asleep with his cock in your mouth, let him.

#11 – When he is done cumming, your are done. Never expect him to reciprocate in any way.

#12 – Strive to make your mouth a replacement for masturbation. Many guys would much rather cum down your throat than jerk off.

#13 – Try to make note of when he usually contacts you. And the frequency of when he does, so you can make sure you are available when he wants to use you. When his balls are full, he’s not interested in what else you have going on in your life.

#14 – If he lifts his legs back while you are sucking him, that often means he would like to get rimmed as well, and your should do that for him.

#15 – When you are rimming him, don’t stop until he is finished enjoying it, which can be over an hour sometimes. Get used to that.

#16 – Never touch your cunt when you are sucking him, unless he tells you to.

#17 – Always provide porn for him to enjoy, and get the kind of porn he likes to watch.

#18 - Ask him if he wants to take pictures or record you sucking his cock to brag and show to his friends

the big three are the ones most people know. aka, pedophilia, zoophilia, and necrophilia.

some people (if not most) do not want to be attracted to this. it is a result of trauma and a survival mechanism made up by the human mind.

not every paraphile wants to act on their impulses. most dont. but because these disorders are so stigmatized, they often cannot get the help they need or want to get better at managing it.

i do not believe animals, children, or anything dead can consent. this is upheld by the law and the moral code of human nature-- protect kids and animals, respect the dead, dont harm them.

some people act these out via kink. which is okay as long as it is done safely and consentually.

there are certain paraphilias that are completely harmless. some people are attracted to rain, some are attracted to plushies.

i myself am an autoassasinophile. i find being close to death or injured very very attractive. i deal with this via my partners. they both help me out, with consent and safety measures in place. i am allowed to stop anytime i want, and so are they.

paraphiles arent evil. they are people too, and deserve to be treated as such. the more we encourage the destigmatization, the more people can get help and manage these impulses better. its not normal for these thoughts to be ocurring, but they can be managed.

be nice. you dont know what happened or what is happening to someone.

And I'd be your cushion.

Sometimes you'd have my nose up your hole, on days when your stomach was acting up and you didn't want to smell it. Today, it was my tongue. You had come home after errands and wanted someone to eat your ass, and, well, you had a cushion that could do that.

You kept letting out nasty farts down my throat. Each worse than the last, to the point where I could taste them. At some point, I pull away to complain, to which you slam your ass back down on my face, forcing my head back to the ground.

"The fuck do you think you're doing?" You ask, obviously not expecting a response. A few minutes pass, where a particularly wet fart makes you speak up again.

"Damn, that was nasty... might need the toilet soon."

I whimper, but you don't move. A few more minutes pass, before I realize that all of those farts sound that... dangerous. You seemed to notice too.

"Oh, God, I really have to go, I can barely hold it now, mutt. I don't know how you're holding up through it."

I'm not, but at least you're about to get up. Or so I thought. You don't budge, but your discomfort is showing as you shift above me. I don't understand. Why aren't you budging? Then it hits me. You're not going anywhere.

"I can't hold it anymore, mutt.." is all the warning I get as I feel something solid against my tongue, the log forcing it's way down my throat. It felt never ending, and I tried to pull away, but your hand had grabbed my hair and held me to your ass.

It kept coming, and by the time it was over, and you were standing, I was so... spent.

A hot stream of liquid hit my face, and I realized you were pissing on me, mostly in my mouth.

"Wow, you look like.. shit." The smugness in your voice was all too clear. "Too bad I never wiped, huh?"