When I sit here staring at my drafts and works-in-progress, I look exactly like the dude in the first panel. Candles and flouncy shirt and all, I swear. Please picture me as this from now on, it will do great justice to my image.
Page is from Oglaf is a comic you should be reading, NSFW all the way down. Here’s the sequel to that panel.
Going through a lot of stress right now. Posts will be erratic. I have a million god damn drafts in progress too which is frustrating the crap outta me.
So if you follow enough porn blogs you’re more than likely familiar with the term “boypussy”. Not my favorite term, but there are stranger things on the internet.
Stranger things like-
“Boywomb”.
Specifically the post’s last line was “now your boywomb is filled with potent man-semen! [wait, there’s non-man semen?] Don’t forget to take a pregnancy test.”
Whatever you guys are smoking while jacking off, throw it away.
I once saw a porno clip in where the top says to the bottom, “Work those pussmuscles for me.” Cannot take seriously.
._. I just accidentally washed my cell phone.
If you catch ANY typos or grammatical errors in my posts please, please, please let me know. I read them out loud before I post but often times my brain just glides right over ‘em. I hate typos. Must smite them.
Kind of an anti-climactic way to note we just hit 400 followers. I have so many drafts that I just want to give them to everybody in thanks but the part of my brain that writes about cock is temporarily offline. I wrote three over the weekend though about a nice butt, a locked orgasm, and a quiet romantic moment, so maybe they’ll hold you over if you missed ‘em. Quite like the ass one.
Thanks.
PS: Just had an insane craving for waffles.
I’m still trying to find that Instagrammed-looking shot of a young man rollerblading at night, it’s been like a month now. Does anyone know how to turn your dash into pages so you can go back pretty far without using the infinite-scroll measure?
Day 21-
Sir ordered me to free up Sir’s property, because dog slave is going to have an interview next Wednesday. However, slave is still not allowed to cum. After 1 week in CB, the balls are obviously stretched and starting handing down,but they are still far from Sir’s requirement. There are still a lot of works to re-shape slave body to please Sir.
Half of me wonders why I am so non-chalantly staring at some guy’s penis on the internet; the other half of me is thinking it’s ideally shaped and proportionate with his body in length and circumference. I can see why a Sir would take interest it. I like the darker coloring compared to his thighs and how fleshy the tip is.
That said, I think chasteslvdog lives in the same state as I do which makes this is a bit surreal. Somewhere, the guy attached to this penis is just walking around doing normal life stuff. There are about 38 million people in California; about 18-19 million are men and it’s safe to assume that most probably have cocks. Out of ALL those people – out of ALL those millions of people – I have willingly subscribed to updates on just one of those cocks. Not only that, but I look forward to new posts. I will probably never meet this man, yet I am slightly emotionally invested in his sex life and goals. He’s even using moisturizer I suggested! I’m not sure what that says about my life.
Now I’m wondering why I’m having meditative thoughts on cock at 2:53 in the morning. I can’t imagine what it’s like up in the ol’ brainpan for a Sir.
(PS: Good luck on your interview, dog.)
Oh man… a couple weeks ago at the grocery store, I saw a couple cops handcuffing two rowdy young men trying to buy alcohol (apparently one of them just turned 21). I spent like ten minutes wandering around the grocery store convincing my brain that I wasn’t missing out on a porno being filmed outside. Bad brain, bad.
Are there any of my captions that you’d love to read a sequel to?