Some Musings on a Few Things
I’m unsure where I’m going with this. What is encouraging is that I’ve received so many positive comments regarding my stories and my blog entries. It is true that xhamster is a bit out of the mainstream when it comes to online publishing. But, it serves a good purpose in that it provides me an opportunity to express myself in an unrestricted manner.
As with everything there have to be limits. God forbid we should violate xhamsters code of conduct, and those selected words that are banned. There are some subjects I wouldn’t dare to write about on xhamster. Especially, those that have to do with bodily functions, v******e and any number of un-natural acts. For those of you who may like to see me write about some of those things, just email me with the particular subject matter that interests you. The “hhsbnd” id I mention in my profile is as good a place as any to contact me.
So, where does that leave me? It brings me to some of my thoughts on the waste of a valuable natural resource…CUM.
I’m not sure just how much of this vital fluid I have wasted over the years. So much that has been wiped up with tissues, or soaked into the ground, or simply left to dry on the floor wherever I may have shot my load. It was only in later life that I have worked hard to never waste another cum load. At the very least, I will cum on a table, in a glass, or on some impervious surface. This provides me with a puddle of cum that I can lap up with my tongue until I’ve ingested it all. If I’m somewhere that my cum would be lost to the soil or some furniture that would ultimately soak up my cum, I use the palm of my hand to save the load. Once I’ve completed my orgasm I drink the luscious nectar from my hand.
I never knew what I had been missing. Now, I wouldn’t think of shooting my cum-load without it being swallowed by someone…at least by me!
Then, there is my own particular fetish…feminine clothing, especially, women’s undergarments. These include panties of various styles and material, stockings (thigh highs, and those requiring a wonderful garter belt), pantyhose, bras, camisoles, and nighties of every flavor and color. So many of these things I cannot name. I only know that I love to look at them, and, of course, wear them. It is especially nice if I can wear these things in the presence of another male. I haven’t had the dubious pleasure of wearing such garment while I am with a real female. My wife included. Even though I have vaguely hinted around about such activities, my wife as always reacted so negatively that I dare not broach the subject with her. The other women I have been with throughout my life have always looked upon me as being the MAN and the thought of me wearing feminine things would have been absurd.
The thing about fetishes is that, at least for me, the fetish does not need to be observed in order for me to become excited and want to spill my cum. This brings me to those many men whom I have presented myself as nothing more than another man; albeit a cock sucking one. The sight of a man’s erect cock is enough to get my own cock awakening. Quickly my own erection is followed by the ongoing release of precum (seminal fluid). The flow is in the form of a steady drip that splatters upon the floor, or soaks into my undies (men’s or women’s). It is a constant source of pleasure for me to stop wasting this fluid and use my fingers to retrieve the droplets that form at the tip of my cock and transfer them to my mouth. I suck and lick my fingers to get as much of the fluid as I can. It tastes so good.
But, I fear I am repeating myself. Once more, I have wasted some of your time while you read my little note. However, should you wish to hear more particulars about ANYTHING, just let me know in the comments section below.
Until the next time, xxxoooxxx, bobbie
As with everything there have to be limits. God forbid we should violate xhamsters code of conduct, and those selected words that are banned. There are some subjects I wouldn’t dare to write about on xhamster. Especially, those that have to do with bodily functions, v******e and any number of un-natural acts. For those of you who may like to see me write about some of those things, just email me with the particular subject matter that interests you. The “hhsbnd” id I mention in my profile is as good a place as any to contact me.
So, where does that leave me? It brings me to some of my thoughts on the waste of a valuable natural resource…CUM.
I’m not sure just how much of this vital fluid I have wasted over the years. So much that has been wiped up with tissues, or soaked into the ground, or simply left to dry on the floor wherever I may have shot my load. It was only in later life that I have worked hard to never waste another cum load. At the very least, I will cum on a table, in a glass, or on some impervious surface. This provides me with a puddle of cum that I can lap up with my tongue until I’ve ingested it all. If I’m somewhere that my cum would be lost to the soil or some furniture that would ultimately soak up my cum, I use the palm of my hand to save the load. Once I’ve completed my orgasm I drink the luscious nectar from my hand.
I never knew what I had been missing. Now, I wouldn’t think of shooting my cum-load without it being swallowed by someone…at least by me!
Then, there is my own particular fetish…feminine clothing, especially, women’s undergarments. These include panties of various styles and material, stockings (thigh highs, and those requiring a wonderful garter belt), pantyhose, bras, camisoles, and nighties of every flavor and color. So many of these things I cannot name. I only know that I love to look at them, and, of course, wear them. It is especially nice if I can wear these things in the presence of another male. I haven’t had the dubious pleasure of wearing such garment while I am with a real female. My wife included. Even though I have vaguely hinted around about such activities, my wife as always reacted so negatively that I dare not broach the subject with her. The other women I have been with throughout my life have always looked upon me as being the MAN and the thought of me wearing feminine things would have been absurd.
The thing about fetishes is that, at least for me, the fetish does not need to be observed in order for me to become excited and want to spill my cum. This brings me to those many men whom I have presented myself as nothing more than another man; albeit a cock sucking one. The sight of a man’s erect cock is enough to get my own cock awakening. Quickly my own erection is followed by the ongoing release of precum (seminal fluid). The flow is in the form of a steady drip that splatters upon the floor, or soaks into my undies (men’s or women’s). It is a constant source of pleasure for me to stop wasting this fluid and use my fingers to retrieve the droplets that form at the tip of my cock and transfer them to my mouth. I suck and lick my fingers to get as much of the fluid as I can. It tastes so good.
But, I fear I am repeating myself. Once more, I have wasted some of your time while you read my little note. However, should you wish to hear more particulars about ANYTHING, just let me know in the comments section below.
Until the next time, xxxoooxxx, bobbie
10 年 前
