It's not like the big fucker I keep in the bag behind my chest of drawers, or the knife I keep in my desk, but a little one, still in the casing. It'... enough to cause pain and to draw blood, and it will do for when I just can't wait until I get home.It's impossible to describe how it feels to hate yourself so much. To loathe and despise every inch of your hideous, malformed body; to live every day in a prison constructed from your own flesh and blood.***Friday: more of the same, really. I. Can you give me another example?”He looked at me with the straight face of a practiced counselor, as I replied, “You’re really going to think I’m perverted for this one. All this time I’ve been fantasizing about other men fucking my wife, I’ve been visualizing the larger cocks I’ve seen in the showers in high school and college. Forgive me for this, Pastor, but I’m feeling so worthless as a man, because of my small dick, that I’ve even begun thinking about what it would be like to be submissive. "Sure. Might even turn out to be fun."We drove into the mall and headed towards Andre's shop. Brenda ran in aheadof us and went straight to the back. Bill held on to my hand again. He lookedlike the cat that ate the canary. Andre walked out and walked over to us. Helooked to be in his late 40's, dark black hair and a small thin mustache. Hestopped about 3 feet from me and stared at me. I felt like a horse about torun the big race. He spun me around and checked out my ass and legs. "Hmmm"was all. Fuck me my boy.”. she was uttering as the heat of lust enveloped her.I made her sit on the cot and spread her thick thighs. Her pussy was big, with fleshy lips, intact like a girl’s. There was lavish growth of hair near the pussy, which I parted to the sides to get clear vision of her cunt.“Beautiful,” I said.“Really ? You like it “? she asked.“Yes chechi “( elder sister ) I said.I started moving my tongue expertly in her cunt and it was getting moist and warm. She started giving mild moans as.