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Hi, this is a habit that I bet a lot of people have but just will not admit it. Really, if you think about it, there’s nothing anymore strange to it than a lot of other fetishes out there. Some people like to be tied up and pissed on. Some people like to have an attractive woman punch them in the cock. Some people get their jollies by having others rub dog shit on their balls. I fuck my pillow at least three times a week.
I know that it seems like it’s kind of strange. That I’m just some weirdo that shouldn’t be given a second thought of being around. Trust me, I’m a normal guy. I’m just like everyone else. I had a normal childhood just like most people. Nothing really happened in it. I don’t hang around in strange clothes or do I have any weird friends. My social life is completely satisfying to me.
I’m sure you’re tired of hearing about me so I will get on with the story. This all happened just right after I got out of college. I had just moved in to an apartment of my own. The friend of mine that said he would help me move in bailed on me at the last second. So I was moving all this crap in by myself. At least I didn’t have anything heavy to move. After I got it all moved in I was completely wiped out. I fell back into bakırköy escort a lounge chair because there was no sofa.
I opened up a can of Hormel Chile. I emptied the can into a pot my parents gave me. I set it on a hot plate I had acquired. Turned it on and within a few minutes my only meal of the day was ready.
After I got done eating I flopped down on a cot, my only source for bed. I lay there and pondered what I should do next. I figured I would just start putting away the rest of the stuff and head out and see what the rest of the guys were doing.
That was a great plan but what really happened is a little different. You see even though I just had small stuff to get situated, there was a lot of it. By the time I got everything done I knew that I wouldn’t have time to do anything. Everyone would be gone doing their own thing. Here I was stuck all by myself.
I was hornier than hell and I knew that any of the girls I knew would all be busy been now. I didn’t want to beat my meat. Hell, I’ve done that before but I didn’t want to resort to that because people that do that a lot are just plain strange.
I thought to myself, “What the hell. Just this once isn’t going to hurt bahçelievler escort anything.” So I ripped off my clothes and wandered over to the cot. I lay down flat on my back. I pulled the pillow out from under my head so that I could do it while I was laying just completely flat. I started playing around with my weng and it sprung to attention right away.
Just before I started flailing away at my rod I could feel the pillow brushing against my leg. I grabbed it up and was going to toss it on the floor when this strange thought popped into my mind.
“Just what if I rubbed it against my dong a bit.”
I did just that and this new feeling came over me. “Hey, this feels good. I’m going to keep doing it.” I did it again, again, and again. I started to thrust my hips back at it. I would grind my cock right into it. I would let out grunts and mumble out “Yes baby, yes. That’s it, fuck me good.
Then on one of my thrust upward I smashed the pillow into my groin and turned over so I was on top of it. I was now on top of my pillow with my prong rubbing away at it. Faster and faster I would hump a way. I would hump my ass higher and higher into the air. I would yell out “YES BABY, şirinevler escort MAKE ME CUM. MAKE ME CUM.”
I got my wish. I could just take it no longer and the largest load that I have ever shot, so far, come spewing out of me. I mean it was almost like I was a porn star that it was so much. It didn’t fly out real far but it was the quantity that really impressed me.
Boy, did that cum ever feel good. It felt to me just like the first time you ever blew your load. You know the feeling, that you just discovered something that you wonder why you never did it before.
I was paralyzed. I couldn’t move, not that I wanted to. All I wanted to do right then was just lay there forever. I did just that. Within seconds I passed right out. When I came to I glanced at a clock that I placed on the table right by the cot. It read 2:30 a.m. That means I was passed out for nearly 4 hours.
Then next day I was in the best mood I had ever been in since I was a kid. Nothing could spoil my mood. I had just discovered something for me to do when the lonely times hit. For the next couple of nights I would have a repeat performance of my pillowfucking. I soon decided that I should tone it down and not do this all the time.
Well, that’s the way it has kind of been for the last three years now. I have added one small thing to my bouts with my pillow. I have some posters that I stare at while I am pounding away. I have got another pillow so I don’t pound the same one every night, I even stare at a different poster for each pillow I screw.
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