Peekography

Can you make sperm?. Can you create an orgasm?. I think not, but your body does. We exist in our body for the ride. Forbidden things I am drawn to, like a moth to the flame. So if you expect normalcy, sorry to disappoint you. My body is full of sexual desire. We are each the seed of the original tree, and that is sex. The entire planet is reeking of sex. All that we know as beauty is reeking of sex. We cannot escape it. We are made for it. We are composed of it. My mother and father did the dance of sex.

My father pulled out his lush penis, and rooted my mother. I was formed in an orgasm. His or hers, it does not matter, although I think it was his orgasm. We are all orgasmic creatures. We must accept that our bodies are animal. Our cocks and our pussies are normal. Our naked bodies are our original look. But our mental tailor has put paid to that. Now we are abnormal. The hearing of thought, is overriding the seeing. We are waiting for our head to tell us how to act today.

We pretend that our bodies are moral, but as we well know, the body is not moral at all. The illusory devils, and the illusory gods, kiss the ass of the devil, and fuck his horny barbed cock. We cull our orgasms. We wear a mask like a condom. People are telling us to do this, to do that. Human society is a form of brainwashing. We take on our roles. We put on our clothes. We read our newspaper brains. We yawn ourselves to sleep.

My penis hung down over my ball bag, with the condom still on. The end of the condom drooped, it was full of my cum. I rolled the condom off my cock, and flushed it down the toilet. I have got to do it. I have got to fuck. I need the chemical rush like a drug experience. My body expects my cock to bring it pleasure. My body loves being naked. My body loves being eye-raped. We live in a deficit of touch. I do miss another touching my cock, touching my balls. But being eye-raped isn't half bad. There is an entire voyeurism of eyes out there looking at you in your naked ware. One of those who voyeur you, may even masturbate to your picture, if you are lucky.

I hold my cock in my right hand. I look at it. My cock is very sexy. The head is as smooth as a bullet. It's a smokey pink. My fingers rest beneath the corolla. The gills, or the glans. I begin stroking my cock. I am waking up the feeling. My cock is too dry. I spread a dollop of liquid moisturizer just beneath the head. I spread it around my cock. Now it feels like my cock is inside a moist cunt. Immediately a sexy feeling is rising. The visceral climbing is inside my cock. Encircling my cock tighter, and tighter. So sweet that the frenulum is on chemical fire. I stroke to the base of my cock, to relieve the pressure. I don't want to cum yet.

I want to see other people fucking. I want to see cocks entering cunts. Cocks slipping out of cunts. Cocks spilling their jism between the lips of cunt. I want my cock to be excited. I want to see cunts riding cock. I squeeze and stroke my cock. I change hands, and move to the left, for a stranger feeling. I see so much cum, it is like I am looking at grey grain. Cocks with their gills raised like mushrooms, pink and livid. Cunts fat and juicy like peaches, bald as apples. Looking at porn as I masturbate is like repeated stabs to my sexual brain. One hit after another, but the orgasm kept at bay. Only the best cocks, the juicy cunts have I saved. Entres, ordure's, main-course, deserts. My cock is tight. So skin tight it could burst. And burst it does, shooting its milky cum into its imaginary cunt, and over my hand, in time to the guy who is ejaculating, into a beautiful cunt, in the porn video. My hand is gooey, and sticky, from my silky orgasm.

Pleasure is my priority. Sexual pleasure is at the top of my list. Sometimes I can't make the words I write, fuck. In a strange way I would rather masturbate them. No complications. Yet, every now and then, I need to fuck. Literally. Not necessarily one on one, but I want to fuck with others, plural. Three cocks, four cunts, all in the same room. She slipped down my cock, her cunt bulging my balls outwardly at the base. Her clit was tasting my skin. She rubbed it there. More like she masturbated it there. Frisson. Fire. My cock deep inside her. She swayed her pelvis back and forth, rubbing her clit for her adulterated pleasure. She looked like a rider on a camel. Her face was full of the greed of pleasure.

I experience a positive pleasure from seeing women and men together. It excites me terribly. Cunts, cocks, breasts, asses, bullseye anuses. Bodies, bodies, bodies, all around me. Bodies stripped by the pleasure of sin. Sin is such a wonderful dirty word. My prick is stiffening to the stars. Wider, and longer. From delirium red, to self conscious purple. How beautiful the flesh is. The folds of the majora labia excite my hard prick. My desire for entry has not decreased. What beautiful cunt hairs, and peeking through, those moist, pink lips, desirous to taste the purple, round and, smooth, and deliciously firm. So many women, and men together. I love listening to the sound of men's balls slapping against the women's cunts in an orgy of fucking. Hips and asses, raised and descending through the plush folds of cunt. The room is full of the odor of intermingling cocks, and glorious unabashed cunts. Ah Fuck! oh Fuck, ahhh Fuck!, ooooooo Fuck!, cocks crucified into vaginas, beautiful elegant cocks!.

Also for any eye which reads these lines, which find a need to masturbate sublimely. To spill their precious sperm, I understand. I am producing more spunk than ink, it can't be helped. It excites me terribly being a stiff cock. It heats up my testicles. Her cunt thrusts like a scream unleashed. She arches her back, her cunt squeezes my cock, sucks all the sperm out of it. Greedy, vulgar cunt, she stands and drips copious drops, onto the floorboards. The wet floorboards give off the scent of fuck.