Raw Power
They should be together, they match so well, she’s so happy around him, it’s clear she loves him.
To see him take her, make love to her, fuck her so good she forgets your even around, to watch her lose herself in his embrace.
That humiliating feelings when he makes her his and you can only watch.
That’s often the hopful endgame… while the end hurts usually, you’ll be comforted by jerking to the journey that led you there… and you will jerk to that for a long time. I still jerk to my last ex actually cheating on me behind my back, while I encouraged her to play with others openly. I jerk to everytime I caught her, the feelings of seeing her car parked in his driveway, knowing what they were doing. I jerk to the memory of confronting her with a fight when she got home each time and eventually it always ended with me eating him from her and her calling me a limp pencil d*ck. I jerk to the memory of catching her that final time… as I confronted her at his door that last time and she told me that we were through, that she wanted him and no longer wanted me around… that memory when the hurt sank in and as I stood there, being dumped in her new mans driveway it happened… I came in my pants, standing in his driveway, right in front of her… she simply shook her head and told me “go home pencil d*ck”. And so I did… I got to ride an hour back home in the car with wet cummy pants. … yes… I still jerk to that, all that!
