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In this series I express my weakness but acceptance of identity. I AM a pussy eater.
In this series I express my weakness but acceptance of identity. I AM a pussy eater. Sexual Obsessions are a mystery. Some real. Some suspicious. The politician who could not resist the urge to send pictures to women of him in his underwear probably has a real obsession. Some suggest that education or therapy would “treat” his disorder. Others might be using the concept of “treatment for a sexual disorder" to shift blame away from themselves. They had power, used it to infringe on someone else sexually. Claiming a disorder diminishes his guilt? I know some sexual obsessions are real. I have one. And I don’t understand why. After many years of life I understand my identity: I am a pussy eater. All of my sexual fantasies have a central thought, desire… I want my face nestled between the thighs of a woman. I like the smell. When I am extremely successful her ejaculation, cum soaks my beard. I go for as long as I can wearing the scent. Like every human being I want to be WANTED. Nothing makes me feel wanted as much as a woman’s expression of wanting me to kiss, lick, suck, slurp her pussy. The breathless groans encourage me. The sexy whispers, “Suck it.” “Oh yeah, like that.” The aggressive demands, “Come lick me!” “Suck my clit.” all make me putty in her hands. Being her pussy slave is the ultimate fulfillment of my identity. I want to earn her nick name for me “Pussyeater”. |
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