Published: October 11th 2025, 9:42:15 pm
Sometimes I wonder what in life made me so obsessed with touching a man's cock. I guess it is not just that. I am probably more obsessed with making it cum. I do this thing that probably sounds crazy, where I separate the man from his dick in my mind, like they are two separate things entirely. That way, it's easier if I like his dick more than I like him. Happens more than one would think. Anyway, this started in high school, and now, a thousand dicks later, I still find it incredible that when I find what makes a man's dick twitch the hardest, that's when I know I have total control over the entire man. From that point on, I love turning him into a quivering blob of brainless man jello that shakes and wobbles, flopping around pathetically like his body forgot how to work, all while making silly noises. I love how it looks so humiliating for them, but they are so caught up by what I'm doing to their dick, they have zero self-awareness. I'd laugh about that, but I turn into a cum retard and do the very same thing when I cum. Enough said about that. It's a double-edged sword for me. I love the power of reducing a big, strong man to a helpless, ridiculous baby-brained mess. It makes my clit get massive and stiff, just like the dick I'm obsessing over. But I also melt at the thought of him allowing me the pleasure of letting me do that to him. I hate to admit this, but I can catch feelings for a guy because of his dick, reversing the power role and making me the human blob of cum jelly just for letting me spend time with his dick. It's happened more than I care to admit. My worst case being Shane. I fell hard for him, and much to my husband's displeasure, I still love him. He is a wonderful guy overall, but his dick made it easy for me to fall in love with him. Why? And this will sound stupid, but because I can feel the cum slipping through his dick before it pours out the head when I have it in my hands. I have become addicted to the sensation of it all. I love to hold it with one hand and cup my hands around his balls with the other when he cums. I found that when he starts his orgasm, his balls tighten up into little knots, and there is a spot where I put my finger, way back between his balls. It's like a little button on the root right before his ass that starts to pump under my finger, and I can feel the sperm moving through it. I can almost trace it with a finger when it begins its way out. With my other hand, I can feel the tube in his dick expand, and it feels like the cum is rolling and sloshing around inside of it, stretching it out and ramming its way to the head of his dick. I get wet just describing it. Sadly, experiencing that marvel lasts less than ten seconds, but it's so satisfying I don't think I can describe it. It gets even more metally powerful because when Shane's cum leaves the fat head of his cock there is that musty, spermy smell. It's kind of gross but also so very addictive. I don't have a choice, I have to dip my fingers in it and taste it. Sometimes the urge is so strong that I just eat it all. It's gooey and slimy and doesn't taste good, but despite all that, I suck and slurp it up because it's perfect and delicious in its own way, and I can't help but want to get it inside of me. I might be alone in this, but there is a switch in my brain that flips when I'm turned on, making things that usually sound gross become irresistibly delicious. At least for me, that's how it works. It's a mental orgasm without actually having a physical one. I'll get the physical one later when I'm rubbing one out, replaying it all in my head. I'll shut up now...I have to stop wasting an hour or so of my day obsessing over telling you these kinds of things. I'm probably weirding more than a few of you out.