It took me a bit to get going today but here it is! Anyway. .. (OnlyFans)

It took me a bit to get going today but here it is! Anyway. What is going on in my world these days? Not much. Rockville got rained right the fuck out. I mean it rained. Then it rained some more. Then the lightning, then the thunder. It just got to be too much. So no dick. Not from Rockville. I did however just get off the phone with a guy I lived with a few years back. I cheated on him. Well, I don't know, can you cheat on a cuckold? I'll tell you the back story. 

First things first. He's a good-looking guy. Very good-looking. But, life did not bless him with a big dick. It didn't even bother going average with him. He's small. Probably 3, maybe 4, inches when hard. Which is absolutely fine. If you don't have a pencil-thin dick. He does. He knows he does. He told me all the stories about when he was in the military and how people made fun of him after they saw him in the showers. I would think that is strange but I have been in public showers and yes, I looked. I still would. Sorry, just being honest. Anyway, I moved in with him. He had a sweet ass house as he is loaded. I liked the house but it was to big for 2 people. Seems like a waste but that's just me. So, he was a swinger and he pushed the whole wife swapping thing on me hard.  And we did it. It was fun, but not as fun for me as the other things I like to do. So I decided to move out because it was a constant push to couple swap with him. It was just annoying. Sure, he picked the hottest chicks but 99 percent of the time I wanted nothing to do with the boyfriend or husband. I don't like taking one for the team. He didn't get that. He begged me to get back together with him and I did but I told him no more swinging but I would be seeing other people. He convinced me to move back in with him. I don't think he knew how serious I was about seeing other people. I was "cuckold" serious and I guess that sounded okay at the time. We still had sex and it was good, the size is just something you workaround, not a big deal, literally. But, having a tiny dick, well it is a beautiful thing in a cuckold and I really wanted to go there. This could be a super long story so I'm going to sort it by hitting the highlights or in his case the lowlights. I made him my cuck. Hardcore cuck. I ended up with his business partner who eventually made him the ultimate cuck. All his employees knew that his partner made me his personal sperm depository. That's all I was and I enjoyed being his jizz dumpster immensely. He had everything my boyfriend didn't physically. He was bigger, stronger, everywhere. In the end, I watched him remove my boyfriend's masculinity and turn him into a subservient feminine sissy of a man who cowered from him. I liked it. It drove me wild watching him go from someone so powerful to nothing more than an obedient limp dicked cuckold. It made me want to bow down and beg for his partner to let me wrap my lips around his dominant cock. It's all I cared about. Satisfying my primal sexual urges by pleasing his partner's penis in any way he saw fit. It eventually went bad for my boyfriend. He lost his portion of the business because he said it was too much stress to work in an environment like that. He sold it to his partner for pennies on the dollar so he could avoid any embarrassing legal procedures. His dick never got hard again unless I would say the evilest and emasculating things to him and even then it would just pop off. Worthless sexually.

Sounds bad, doesn't it? My point is careful what you want. I might give it to you. But, back to the phone call. He filled me in on his life, things are going well for him again but in the end, after a long pause he asked if I would be interested in a similar arrangement to what we had before... as in the cuckold arrangement. I fucking knew it! I knew he was going to ask me that! I'm like are you fucking nuts? I turned you into a cum eating sissy bitch who could barely get hard. He explained as much as he hated it, he wants it more than ever now. Wow. He is obsessed with it. I want to do it. It makes me nervous for some reason but its like a good nervous. I really do want to do it. The problem is, we would have to set up a situation. It would be fake. What we did last time was as real as real gets. It had lifelong lasting consequences. There were prices to be paid for it. Now, I don't know. I don't want to kill the experience we had that was real by dumbing it down with fake, coerced, situations. Anyway, this is too long, enough of it. I'll keep you posted.