Old Man Yells At Clouds - Blog Posts
The joys of working remote: I can freely nut whenever I want throughout the day.
The more I see you in my notifications just means the more opportunities I have to think about forcing your legs behind your head while I'm balls deep. 💜
Trying to find someone who can match your energy seems impossible these days, it's such a bummer.
Morning Wood strikes again, leaving me in the miserable state of just lazily grinding against the mattress or a pillow for the smallest dregs of release from it.
If my Snap reminds me anything it's that my dick pic game is pretty damn good sometimes.
I am not immune to the charms of tiddies bouncing around.
But honestly, who is?
Before I'm anywhere near done with you, you'll be ruined for anyone else.
Is it really such a crime to want someone to drool and slobber all over my balls while they worship them for hours?
You, me, and a soundproof room for a weekend.
The perfect date, don't you think?
Morning Wood is a curse. A throbbing, desperate, needy reminder of how constantly it needs to be taken care of
Fun punishment idea: Taking a childhood toy of yours, your favorite in fact...
And putting a strap on it so it can be used to properly rape you. 💜
There's fewer things more satisfying than that first little "pop" as the tip of my cock forces its way into you.
Ruthless, violent, raw.
It's all you could need in a first date, right? You even get a gift dripping between your legs at the end.
Another day waking up to Morning Wood wrapping havoc.
Awful, throbbing, and desperate for release.
You can fight, scream, and beg all you want, but it won't stop me from violating you until I'm completely satisfied. 💜
C'mon, just bounce on it until you go stupid.
It's what cute little bunnies do, isn't it? Hop, hop, hop (until Dad pops).
You don't have to worry your pretty little head any longer.
Just leave everything in my hands.
Damn, imagine trying to pick up new skills and hobbies at my age.
But it'll be worth it, even with all the pain I'll be putting my fingers through.
The feral desire to just sink my teeth into the soft, supple flesh of someone just to hear their moans of ecstasy.
It's been a busy ass week, but now I can actually unwind a bit.
Time to get back to all the lewd posting
Another morning with throbbing, pulsing, and aching Morning Wood that refuses to give any peace until it's dealt with.
Truly this is the definition of suffering.
Morning Wood, oh how you terrorize me with your throbbing need to be unleashed upon the world.
Just need to come home to some pretty little thing on their knees, with hearts in their eyes.
Hush now, you just let me do all the work.
It's only gonna hurt a little bit.
Getting home from work and immediately forcing it in balls deep, lovingly 💜
No warning, no prep, no consistency on which hole.
Y'know honestly, I'm gonna have to like double wrap or something the next time I actually do have sex.
I don't trust myself NOT to just bury it in and empty my balls into an inviting hole at this level of desperate need.