It's so easy to control your arousal.
You're here, aren't you? On your kink blog, browsing nsft tags looking for something to get off with.
Oh, not actively – that would imply you had something in mind already. (It's so difficult to decide how to spend your time, isn't it?) You're caught, just scrolling, just reading, searching aimlessly for something to make you hot enough to justify putting your hand down your pants.
Have you found it yet?
Can you feel the heat drawing to a point, starting to bubble up between your legs?
The flesh wants. The flesh always wants. But the brain... the brain is so lazy. So on autopilot, just doing what comes easily. Like, if someone came along and told it, "Your cock is so stiff and achey. It must be feeling so stuck and untouched right now – you should pay it a little attention," it would be so easy to give in and do what you want to. (It's easy to do what makes you feel good, once someone's told you to.)
Be a little slutty. Shove your hand down your underwear and relieve that tension stroking at your own cock. Really take the time to explore it, fingers rubbing slow to draw your pleasure out. Teasing the spots which make you feel good.
You can only cover so much of your cock with your fingers, though. The spot receiving direct stimulation – wonderful. It loves being played with; delights in your touch. (It's so easy to do what makes you feel good.) But there's a whole root that still feels cold and lonely. A building arousal your fingers just can't touch.
Do you feel it? The length of you, all hot and needy deep inside where you can't reach?
Your cock is a pole, stiff and throbbing. And a pole needs a hole.
(Pole needs a hole, pole needs a hole... Doesn't that feel good to say?)
(Yes.)
Your pole needs a hole. You need something to rut your cock into – some supple, yielding thing, something you can feel give way around you and take your cock well enough to appease its throbbing need.
You need a hole for your pole. You need to fuck into it, feel it take your need and drag it deep inside.
Guys need to fuck things in order to get off. You need to feel your hips smack into something, to exert yourself – force yourself – into the thing that takes you until it gives.
You need to give yourself entirely to chasing that throbbing need until it takes you all inside.
You need to be strong, powerful, forceful. You need to be desperate, mindless, engulfed by need.
A pole needs a hole.
I'm offering one to you now. Spreading it for you: warm and wet, easily taken.
My hole.
All you need to do is slide in.
