Sunshine in your pocket
Once again– I have the large cock on the brain. Whenever this happen- without fail -all the crazy, whacked out, smelly, afflicted and just plain odd ball library patrons find their way to my desk with their huge cock right at eye level.
It is rather disturbing and just not fair. Damn you cock gods, why must your give them such sizable throbbing chunks of meat, that I swear pulses and becomes thicker at my stare- that I am unable to control- from behind this reference desk. These thoughts of how fucking good that cock would feel as it begins to split me open make it impossible to turn away.
photo by lv
i laughed… no offense, also, why didnt you say you were in philly earlier, would have shown you a few places in the area.
Well Milady, all this throbbing, tumescent, eye-level dick responding to your gaze? Obviously, you’re a cock dowser. No, seriously.
Whoa!! There goes my Johnson too! Egad Woman! Just showing it to your web page has it levitating!
Oh shit, there’s the doorbell! Jehovah’s Witnesses? My Mother-in-law?! Down boy! DOWN!
I work with a girl–a young little Asian one, of the sort that is not normally my thing–who EVERY time she comes to my desk to ask me a question gets down on her knees beside my desk and leans in close speaking very quietly.
Yes, it does damn near make me hard every time.
I understand your eye level problem. That girl needs to suck my cock.
Sensual: oh you naughty office boy. Yes– she does need to stay on her knees and take care of you.