Alright I’m retracting the 8 inch requirement.

The shoot happened last Thursday. It was, um, fantastic. The guy fucked my brains out, literally! I was so stupid afterward that when he drove me home I forgot how to get there. When I realized this I got nervous and acted really dorky talking like an 8th grader.

Like, what kind of music do you listen to? Where do you like to hang, you know, after scho–I mean work? One time, I had sex on the roof of that liquor store! Isn’t that cool? (Giggle, snort, giggle)

I lost my cool porno persona due to having a hot guy drive me home, getting banged into oblivion and forgetting how crappy Chicago traffic is. Poor hunk was tired too. Guys do get tired after sex and girls well, we jump up and want to discuss scientific theories or in my case, weird places I’ve fucked. He was really nice too and I suppose I swooned a bit.

The above 8inch retraction is in no way an indicator that my co-star was less than 8. He was more like 11inches and thick like an overstuffed sausage. I can fit quite a bit of hard cock into my mouth but I was no where near close to getting this beautiful piece of man meat all the way down. It’s a challenge I hope to explore more.

This was the kind of cock that makes me wish penis’ were detachable. Unlike King Missile, I would never forget where it was. If I had a regular job I would bring it in for show and tell. I would have it next to me on the couch and watch sad movies and we would cry and hug at the end. I would buy it pretty rings in platinum and the finest latex with vibrating attachments. It would be safe and warm with(in) me at night. I would love it always forever and ever. Occasionally I would let the man attach it and fuck me too.

Only in my dreams…..