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Happy Tuesday, everybody. Tits for Tuesday, a.k.a. titty Tuesday. As most of you already know, I feel that I am slightly overqualified to join in on the festivities of titty Tuesday. Nevertheless, I shall partake in the festivities and break out the titties. It is my job. It's what I do, and I do it well.

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I'm putting up a post on bt34gg.com that has one of my past partners in it as well as myself. It is a vast amount of pictures with the two of us. So you are forewarned. This whole post will take some time, and it gets super weird. Anyway, moving on. Her name was Lakota. We lived together for almost a year. She was a stunning redhead, and she could do things to my pussy with her tongue that no guy has ever come close to matching. I'm serious when I say this. Lakota could eat a serious pussy. She wasn't fucking around when it came to burying her face in my box. She was super creative and was always drawing and making arts and crafts was very good at everything. She also had a very active imagination. Her favorite thing to do was to masturbate together almost daily while she would tell me her extremely creative porn fantasies. Were they odd? Very much so. Were they hot? Most of the time. At least parts of them were. Some of them have stuck with me over the years. She taught me the power of imagination could definitely be linked to a massively high sex drive.

 Lakota liked guys. She had boyfriends just like I did. But we clicked in the year that we were together, and she pretty much just left the guys to me, and she went strictly pussy only. Lakota had a penchant for doing mean things to guys, or at least that's what she fantasized about. She used to like to pretend that she was a witch and could make a cream that would shrink people and things. I admit some of her stories turned me on. But then again, I am not your average Joe regarding sexual fantasies. Some of it got a little far-fetched, and she got a little too much into it. I think she started to believe some of her stories were a possibility. 

She had her favorite fantasy. Shrinking a guy's cock. Specifically, a very well-built, handsome guy she actually dated wh had cheated on her. He also had a very large cock. She would tell me his cock was his power, and in ways, in reality, it probably was. She didn't just want to take his power away all at once. She wanted to take it slowly. A quarter-inch at time. This turned her on immensely. She would also reverse it a quarter-inch, giving him hope only to take it away again. She would get him turned on and give him a handjob with her cream for a lube. The next day his dick would be a quarter inch smaller. She made sure to emphasize that it would shrink proportionally balls included. At first, he wouldn't notice. But after about an inch, she would tell me he would look at it funny when she was playing with his cock, seeing something was different, but her hands and mouth would make him forget temporarily. After he got down to about 7 inches, he started getting obsessed with measuring his cock. He knew something was wrong, but she lied to him and said it looked exactly the same. She told him it was the steroids he was taking if there was any kind of problem. When he hit 6 inches, he started to panic and quit the roids. She let him grow back a half an inch, letting him think he found the problem and things were going back to normal. Then she made a stronger cream, and just when he thought things were going his way, his cock shrank to 3 inches overnight, and instead of being coke can thick was now as thick as his thumb. He was too embarrassed to show her his vastly smaller cock. But another side effect of the cream was it made him incredibly horny. To the point, he couldn't stand it because his tiny cock was hard 24/7. So, he let her see his minuscule baby penis. She would tell me how she would laugh at him, tell him maybe he should go see his other girlfriends and show them his pathetic baby penis. She admitted and told him how she had shrunk his cock, that it was because he treated her horribly. He demanded that she reverse it. She agreed and rubbed the cream on his cock. She rubbed it in all over his hard tiny cock, and because his cock was so small, the cream acted faster, and his cock started shrinking to less than an inch and thin as a straw. He was horrified. This is where she began getting rapidly weirder. That is if she hadn't already crossed that line for you. She would tell me how she would hold his tiny cock between her fingertips and tell him she could pop his cock like a pimple now if she wanted to. She would make him do things that were pretty out there. She would beg me to tell her what I would do in this situation. I played along, and to me, I think it was pretty good stuff. I would be pretty mean. I would make him do things. Lick my ass whenever I demanded him to. Make him fluff guys till their dick was hard so they could fuck me, making him watch. I would make him show guys who he had bullied his unusable tiny cock that was always hard, then suck them. Shit like that turns me on. It made her cum every time, so it couldn't have been that bad. She disliked that I would give him his cock back eventually in my little fantasy world. His sexual horizons expanded, becoming a better person, and he would beg me to shrink his cock again because he enjoyed the mental mind fuck. I prefer when everyone is having fun. She had other plans, though, and I'm not going to get into that.

Where am I going with this? As usual, I don't know. I just suddenly thought of Lakota and the times we would sit across from each other and rub one out for hours at a time while she would tell me her in-depth fantasies. Anyway, she flipped her lid, and I had to cut it off before things got really weird. But we still talk now and then. What I didn't know was she needed some meds, non-narcotic, and that straightened her right out. I have asked her if she still does her marathon sex fantasy storytelling sessions, and she admitted she did and that it is a problem getting other chicks to do it with her. So I let her get super creative now and then on facetime. It's fun and kills an hour now and then. What? I never said I wasn't a weird fuck, now did I? I like to ride that line once in a while.