Thursday, October 2, 2008

Hands on










Posted by Koba at 6:29 PM

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

The princely male in the chair tests our genius for the spectator’s sympathy. It is boring, to accept the premise of his literal restraint, when in embracing that restraint he has actually adopted a sexual engagement, himself, anterior to our arrival and discovery of its ongoing conduct -- just as if we had found him in the corridor, driving soothing penis into his boyfriend’s upraised maw of fuck, yet cognizant of the males gathered about them in wankful encouragement -- this bystander encouraging nipple to maximum extraction, that bystander refreshing his lips with anus, and so forth. The object is to lend such nourishment to his existing sexual experience as to diversify his topping to embrace our bottoming ardor, while literally becoming the agent of his penis’ redemption in explosive spew. This is challenging, as his devotion to constraint -- his boyfriendfuck, if you will -- requires constraint to remain a partner in our “3-way” achievement of his penistriumph. In this mode, we embody empathy for his restraint through thriving upon it in common with him. Yet this demanding ordeal of our wits is natural to the physical agony of craving and internalising his embodiment of cock, as we grope for those gestures reflecting how joltingly his glory penetrates our consciousness.

October 3, 2008 at 7:37 AM

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