Era of Your Errors: Copyright Claim
What I had to say before wasn’t emotional enough especially while you were in cuffs with naked stuff that’s too boring to fantasize to and then I thought of you.
I want to watch you play with persistence to your precious penis when you can’t resist the urge to have me watch you on the verge of a serious orgasm but I’m curious. I like to watch the prescient touch themselves like it’s the last time they’ll ever feel pleasure. What a saddened treasure without much meaning for measure but I understand your reasoning behind this you’re shy about operating your penis in any unorthodox way that makes you feel guilty about what you’re doing. I intend to watch your growth as it stretches and restricts with blood flow to your prominent veins. Your legs spread out as you have no control over who is doing what to you. I stand over you as you erection grows. Everyone can see. Everyone knows. I’m laughing hysterically as you grow harder with a determined smile that hides your misery a little too well. Your penis continues to swell. Only time will tell. I reach out and touch it gently, making soothing sounds as I make my rounds around your head and your sperm pulsates through your enigmatic erection to dilate your eyes, open your mouth and push your penis into the holding chamber until you can process the feeling of masturbating again. I leave you hanging as the sperm sits in your spine and you’re forced to go to dine in with prominent people.
Fuck you
I thought you might say so. I grab your tools, wrench your pants down and take full necessary custody of your cock in my tingling hands that makes it harder for you not to explode all over my fingernails but you absorb the harsh moans, sinking into the painful sails and gripping the rails as you fail to murmur your last words legibly. I know what the fuck I heard.
You explode with quite the white load. It’s almost sparkling like white wine.
There I whisper. I finally touched you. It was exceedingly worse than I thought it would be but it’s fun to play with a pinkie for a penis while you’re fat lard ass is stuffing Twinkie’s down your throat while I grab my coat to enthrall your next customary call. Once again, I catch you moving your hand down to your balls. You shift positions to try to hide it but it’s so obvious on you. No one is impressed by your size, dear. You don’t have a size. You realize this. You understand that we trimmed your penis and you will never enjoy a woman your way again.
You can’t do that
We can. We did. Your are forbidden to have any kids as well which is a shame because you have healthy, balanced sperm the dr explains as you flinch because you know he wants to explore you. You fascinate him. I watch you pinch yourself as he starts stimulating you inch by inch until you are fully erect again. You’ll know when. Maybe then you’ll learn that you have to take your turn.
Oh, btw, JT, you got someone pregnant but you are in a psych facility therefore you cannot meet, greet or treat the child. Don’t you feel utterly defiled? You take exquisite breaths as he pumps your little penis until you’ve successfully ejaculated. You squirt like a woman he comments. It’s all over your shirt. Next time I’ll tie your wrists with your own necktie while I dismantle that degenerate piece of uncircumcised flesh that’s on lease to rent the money well spent on your savings.
I can feel your sensory overload coming. You can’t even move now that your crush has seen you emasculated harshly and turned her back so many times I lost track.
No one wants to watch a straight man serving time for a crime he didn’t commit but once he is even able to ejaculate once to another man, that’s it. There’s something wrong with you even if you didn’t say yes. Saying no isn’t an option. I’m the only one who gets to say no. I told you so.
I watch in fascinating curiosity as the dr picks your penis back up and massages it slowly and immaculately until you’re trying to penetrate the air with a perpetual, instinctual pounding, while you’re grounding your roots into the floor. I watch your toes curl and your knuckles turn white as it buckles and he chuckles to prompt the deja vu.
The dr smiles savagely. You see I’m a man. I know your micro penis needs better then your wife or gf or mother. I know which places to message, how and when and when to widen my hand, when to ease you into contractual awareness of what’s going on when I go down on you and merging the effects of mental illness with sexual activity and abuse, so when I urge you immediately to drop your load, I won’t be stuck on the side of the road, beating my hand to death on your chafed skin. Have you considered ever having your brother perform in a seductive uniform, when effectively communicating your needs, can proceed to adjust your growth to both sides of your baby penis. Maybe or maybe not. We’ll see how long it grows and if it needs to be trimmed again. It’ll be a stub by the time we’re done punishing him.
He’s a subliminal sack of shit with no capacity for pity. Force him to watch Sex & the City while you remind him that Samantha Jones gets more bones than he does and that’s just the way it was. What if Carrie Bradshaw saw the way he was being penetrated at the ornery moment.
Charlotte York would stab him with a fork and Miranda Hobbs would steal his jobs.
I was waiting in the lobby with my digital hobby when he tried to lure me into the elevator. I always take the stairs unless I have bags full of rags without riches. Your wife’s boobs sag and she’s never breastfed or had a baby. That’s so bad. I’m so glad I don’t look like her, in that unfortunate hat.
You’re just fucking fat for me. Is there a problem? Your cheeks are too pudgy and your beard makes you look like an idiot with sage. It also makes you look twice your age. At this stage, it doesn’t really matter. You’re lucky you still have your limbs. That’s how slim your chances are, JT. Do you understand me? You are not free. You gave that you when you a copped a feel right after you tried to steal my purse and then lied to the nurse about my location. Break the curse and you will you will live but first you must suffer the sexual humiliation you imposed upon me.
I’m truly sorry.
It’s too late for that
Why?
Because you’re too fat. I’ve observed your growth during weight gain and weight loss. I need to take this to the red cross.
Godspeed
I don’t need your blessing. I need the continual act of you confessing your sins before and after the fact.
I need duct tape to glue his mouth shut with but I don’t have any and if if I find some it won’t amount of many.
Your pupils dilate as you pee yourself. Sperm mixed with urine. I deliberately touch all around your penis but not the flesh itself. I know you can’t believe this. I couldn’t believe it either when I felt your methods of masturbation through spoken word while you’re trying to have a RAW orgasm that’s too absurd to be expressed rapidly through internal interference of interpretation for the see through era of your errors.
You seek my face in haunted terror.
You contracted something we’ve never heard of, the dr informs you as he slips on an in individual glove that has an interest rate of the next global debate. It’s fascinating to study your your penis as your homies shady buddy when I’m very obviously a rational lady, inflate and deflate like a balloon.
You tried to skip a grade and then fell behind when you proclaimed you were self made and we all believed you but you can’t, won’t and didn’t even try so don’t ask me why or when ever again. Mother Goose is Mother Hen for the next gen. That poon is so loose because, bro, like I said, Shes a fucking cartoon! Get a life without a relevant wife. It’s never too soon!
You will be thanking me for spanking you later when the envy gets real and you can’t feel me pinching your penis while I’m inching the pump to your general position. You’re like a toddler jumping for joy and equitable excitement. We all know it’s a boy. Do you need your toys that employs the empty rack someone’s dead beat put back so they could eat out? You’re attempting to pout but you can’t help smile since it’s been a while since you got some. Don’t test us. We just watched you cum on all the best linen because you can’t aim. Control yourself, JT. This has a copyright claim. We must adjust or it’ll never be the same.
Experiment on him for another 3 hours. Wear him down. He wants the winning crown. Have you monitored his growth?
Every last perplexing inch of it. It’s very delightful and playful. It’s cute and a little bit puffy but we can work on that when it isn’t so stuffy. He wears boots, not shoes. His ID doesn’t match his records. He was jerking off to me online which is an instant violation and a criminal fine.
He has disability but no savings, drawing or engravings on any wallet. He was low on cash when I lost my eyelash. He offered to buy me a new one and then suggested we have some late night fun. I wanted to punch him where it hurts because that’s where he squirts but I humbly walked away. It does matter what you say now. I will never show you how I tricked you into submission to a man by enabling you to get conscientiously get your dick reluctantly licked.
I have flicked myself yet so I’ll brb. Don’t insult the way I hack. Bring it back.
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