I get scared from pics that look like me, but then I see it, that belly button is nothing like my own.
I have secretly: or semi secretly, posted pics on GuysWithiPhones, and have a cocky tumblr of just my cock. None of them is under my own name, or giving too many clues to who I am…
So sometimes I get scared: someone recognized me. Someone know that this character is really me. That that’s my cock. Mostly I want to be careless and free and not bothered by this questions at all. I want you to know it’s me. I want you to see.
I have such a huge yearning for being free. I hate the fact that I have to go to work and earn my salary, that I have to bother every day with work just to be able to pay my bills and not my dreams. And even with some money left at the end of the month: I don’t have the time, or the energy to do my dreams, be creative, write, paint, make things. Work is time-consuming sometimes.
I want to go to a nude resort. Live. Free. Not work: I mean work work, I want to work on my literature and my art. I want to be able to live on that.
Life is in the details.
And I’m your middle man.
I’m very good in the middle position. A cock in my mouth. A cock in my ass. My cock in someone’s ass.
Yes. It’s a skill.
I’m not complete without my man.
I’m not complete with him.
I’m not complete without flaunting my cock.
I’m not complete when I show it off.
I’m just never complete.
Glad my man is ok me flaunting my cock everywhere all the time.
My standard word when I want some action from the man. Or any man.
I flop it out and say suck it.
He usually complies. Men usually do just what you tell them to. It’s very convenient.