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Pussy For A Night

I had the most bizarre dream last night; I dreamt that I ended up getting into some kind of accident (or something, I can’t remember the details now) but my cock was either cut off or horribly damaged beyond repair. For some reason, the doctors decided to build me a vagina instead of giving me a cock. Very weird.

So I marveled at my new pussy. Of course, changing in the locker room after playing hockey was dicey since I didn’t want anyone to see. I really wanted to be able to compare the female orgasm to the male orgasm to see which was better but I didn’t get a chance.

Eventually, I started to miss having a cock. Partially because I knew how it functioned (the pussy being a mystery to guys? no. way.) but also because I was a bit of a freak and intimacy with others would be difficult given my status.

Eventually, I woke up and had to check to make sure I still had a dick swinging between my legs. And I was relieved to find it there… so relieved that I decided to stroke it to orgasm.

Groundhog Day

Every morning, I wake up much like Phil Connors does in Groundhog Day and begin the day in almost the exact same way. Granted, I’m not stuck in some kind of weird time-loop however, in the big picture, I do the same thing every day.

I wake up, I get ready, I drive to work, I do crap at work, I drive home from work, I eat, do insignificant shit and then go to bed so that I can do it all over again the next day. The average working stiff could probably attest to much the same thing; that their life is incredibly repetitive and mundane. It’s common.

Where my life would obviously differ from that of Phil Connors is that I don’t have an infinite loop to try and get it right. Phil literally repeats the same day over again, never getting older and never moving on. I don’t have that. I have a very finite time to figure this thing out and get it right; whatever my version of right would be. Finding that out should probably be at the top of my list of things to do.

My consciousness has been on a bit of a hiatus for somewhere beyond a year now. I haven’t been living, I’ve been barely existing. I have ignored the consequences of my action, or sometimes, inaction and I have forgotten some of the parts of myself that I used to like. I need to spend some time to remember because, unlike Phil Connors, my life isn’t on hold.

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Devour

I think constantly about kissing her body. I think about her soft thighs with my lips grazing them… planting soft kisses over every square inch of them, slowly.

I miss that. I miss having that desire and I miss feeling her skin on my lips. I miss hearing her sharply inhale and her deep breathing when I delve into her, sexually.

I can even begin to explain the depth and repression of my desire for her. I want to taste her lips, hold her in my arms; I want her to want to please me and I want to completely devour her sexuality.