Lick the Cat

Everything seemed to be sort of okay today. Woke up and almost felt that sweet nothingness inside. Then this pathetic energy. Surrounded by music: D'n'B and cooking pho bo. Cambodian Rock and the search for a film about that Ros Sereysothea girl. Danced a little. Okay, use the energy I said to myself. Place yourself in front of the laptop I said. Look whose online I said. Get distraction I said. But it all ended in the same circle of horniness and death as usual. Oh, there she went online the little pervert comrade of mine and explained to me how she would like to take random boys on collar and leash, let them crawl in front of her and lick her boots and pussy. There it all was gone. All the concentration and well meant resolutions, ground within a second, dissolved in a puddle of bubbling hormones and then shot up into the erectile tissue of my dick. I complained of course. Why should anyone make everything worse by describing sexual scenes to me? And even I explained my situation before, then stupidly ran into the leash kid trap. But even so I complained, the response was that I might just need a little spanking. And so, if right or not (tendentially right), the scene stuck in my head the whole day and caused that constant erection which didn't let me stand up from my seat. I roughly grabbed my ass and hoped for relieve.

Oh, and did I mention that I stay at my parents place for the sake of some family party? Oh yes, here we face the problem even more. I'm trapped with a hard dick in my pants - and sometimes, without even noticing, in my hands. I don't know what to do here. Can't even talk. Probably soon won't be able to write. Maybe turning the blog into a podcast if nothing works anymore - especially in case that I call the ambulance to tie me up on the bed. Wahhhhhh. Tied up? Even this masturbation preventing action has a sweet sexual connotation. Everything, it seems, has. This juicy orange I press for the soup - a wet pussy. The chocolate truffes de france I eat - they strangely resemble boobs: then pussy again when I cut them into halfs and lick the soft, tasty liquid inside out of them. Wah, wah, wah. There we go. And I even consider my cat having a sexy ass just out of the sudden. Fucking goddamn it I think, let's lick the cat. La Le Chat!!! Slowly I crawl up to her and try to stroke her with my tongue. Stroke of fate: she runs away and I'm left alone with a tuft of fur in my mouth. Meow, meow, meow...hahahahah: the cats are calling! At least the hair dries all saliva of lechery up for a bit.

About four or five days left till I'm gonna reach that very preferred pussy of mine - I've lost my ability to count: DEGENERATION!