May 24
An inspiration hit me. Not my original idea of course, but I tinkered with it quite a bit to make it look nicer.
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An inspiration hit me. Not my original idea of course, but I tinkered with it quite a bit to make it look nicer.
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I made this as a present to the light of my life, who has been quite troubled recently, because she identifies strongly as bi, as opposed to pan, which apparently is a problematic for some people in the queer community nowadays. Not totally my work, but I ended up putting insane amount of time tinkering with it.
Something I did for the Light of my life, who uses them regularly.
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If the relationship between me and the light of my life was a photo. I'm the one in the back.
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Rarely have I seen a photo that captures the relationship between me and the light of my life this perfectly.
I know this is all for fun and everything, but it's amazaing how deeply rooted even this day and age the gay stigma is.
A finger, any other part of human anatomy, or a foreign object, isn't supposed to go into the female ass any more than into a male one, even though women have vaginas. Both genders do it because it feels good, but if it's a male anus you get jokes like this one. Despite the fact we all have... well, the same fucking nerve endings.
With that all said and done, in my case the caption wouldn't stop there, but continue with something like: "...and told her how incrdibly good her fingers feel, how much you loved her and then had one of the best orgasm of your entire life".
I posted this on Facebook a year ago. At that point I still channeled all my erotic urges into making captions, and managed to create quite a lot of original content on this site here as well. A less than a month later everything changed, and my caption making became unnecessary, because suddenly I had an amazing woman in my life I could fulfill all my erotic fantasies with, as well as who adores me being as sexual as I am. That is something I feel is the most amazing part in my relationship with her. Before she entered my life the amount of time and energy I put into thinking about sex and masturbation was something I was ashamed of.
For the light of my life however it is something she truly admires in me. Or, as she has oftern put it, how "inventive and imaginative" I am when it comes to sex, masturbation or ways I can pleasure her, or ways she can torment me.
She loves when I suffer for her, when he gets to inflict pain on me, and it turns her on immensely. And she simply loves to see or hear me masturbating, and pulling my limp penis for her, and it visibly turns her on. In other respects as well my life has gone forward in ways I could have never imagined. It's all thanks to her. She doesn't see it quite like that, and feels I should take more credit for it myself, but the truth is I wouldn't be where I am without her.
A year ago though I still hadn't recieved that surprise Facebook message from my old college friend who I haven't been in contact with in 15 years, telling me she was going visit the old stomping grounds and asked whether I wanted to meet her. Naturally I did, and that was it. It was less than a year ago, as hard as it is for me to believe it. If you have read this far, and still want to reblog this post, feel free to do so. All I ask is that you don't remove the text have just written. Show some respect, people.