You know what a cuck is right?
Sure you do.
It’s a man who like to watch a bull (moi) fuck his wife.
How delightfully depraved.
But it seems that women can also be cucks.
Yes, they like to watch their husbands get fucked by a bull (moi).
You are probably thinking no that’s wrong.
Shouldn’t it be a woman?
No you dumbasses.
It’s always about me!
So anyhow, I am to ride the living be’jeazuz out of him.
She will probably shout out some instructions.
I hate being told what to do.
I know how to fuck goddamnit!
Don’t we all hate that?
Of course we do.
Just agree with me.
We all fancy ourselves as great rides.
Look at me, I’m a fecking dream boat!
And I can fuck like porn star.
Any admission of needing to be directed is an admission of failure.
Now getting egged on, that’s acceptable.
Fuck him harder.
Fuck him like a bitch.
Fuck him like he’s your wife?
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Beautiful, decadent, depraved London! I love the place. Or to be more accurate, I love English guys. Just call me a tea queen. London is my escape. It was the place I ran away to when I needed to get away from the stress of hiding who I was. Can you imagine how exciting it was to be living here? No one who cared knew about me. How comforting it was just to be another face in the crowd.
Of course, back then I was not Conor Murphy, Superstar. No, I was a shy insecure Irish homo in the city and fair game to all the older predatory guys. Wow, I make myself sound like a weak little twink. In the most important way, I was. The body of a Greek god was undermined by a fragile mind.
Having said all that, I still had plenty of fun. A tremendous excitement fills you when you get your hands on cock or get fucked for the first time. That fragile, naive mind stops you from taking in what’s happening to you on a deeper level. You simply enjoy the superficial, the orgasms and, well, the orgasms mostly. Had I been a good Catholic boy, I would have been wracked with guilt. Maybe I would have gone into that whole BDSM scene.
Yeah, hit me again, I like it. Beat that sin out of me.
Anyway, that was then. I’ve been to Damascus and back, and now I’m going to wreak havoc on on all the hot English bottoms in London. My mission is made easier by the simple fact that the Brits love Irish lads, and I love English hole. I love it so much! I want, I want, I want! Never let me loose in a sweet shop. You won’t see me for days.