Cock
We don’t say “penis.”
We don’t even say “dick.”
We say cock.
Because it’s not a medical term—it’s a weapon. A tool. A driver of instinct.
“Cock” is what breaks a hole open.
It’s what enters raw. What dumps loads. What breeds. What commands.
“Penis” is what you bring to the doctor.
Cock is what you drop on a pig’s tongue while you unzip and say, “No talking.”
It’s the truth.
Sperm
We don’t say “cum.” Not often.
We say sperm because it’s biological. It’s consequential.
It’s life. Data. DNA.
It’s not a mess—it’s a message.
It’s the moment the top finishes and the bottom becomes filled. Changed. Claimed.
“Sperm” reminds us:
This isn’t fantasy.
This is real.
Cunt (or Pussy)
We don’t say “hole” unless we’re keeping it neutral.
And we definitely don’t say “ass.”
We say cunt—and sometimes pussy—because what we’re describing isn’t just an orifice.
It’s a receiving center.
It’s warm, stretched, leaking.
It’s where cock goes to die and sperm goes to live.
“Cunt” tells the truth:
This isn’t anal. This is reception. Receptivity. Role.
It’s a function—and the filthiest, most accurate word wins.
Pig
This one might make some flinch.
But we reclaim it.
A pig isn’t sloppy or weak.
He’s the one who opens the door naked and plugged.
He’s the one who gets bred by five men in a night and sleeps full.
A pig is committed to sex as calling.
He’s not broken.
He’s built for this.
And when you call a man “pig” while you fuck him, you’re not insulting him.
You’re naming him.
Daddy
Not always older. Not always hairy.
“Daddy” is about energy.
He’s the one who drops the load.
Who leads the scene.
Who brings the sperm, the dominance, the safety, the expectation.
If a man knocks on your door, unzips, fills you raw, then plugs you after?
That’s Daddy.
No matter his age.
Fuckmode
Most people visit it.
Few live in it.
Fuckmode is the state where every thought is sexual.
Where the smell of sweat turns you on.
Where you keep your hole clean not “just in case” but because you crave use.
It’s not about getting off.
It’s about staying on.
You edge instead of cum.
You wear the plug to the grocery store.
You live ready.
And that readiness? That constant heat?
That’s Fuckmode.
Breed
We don’t say “finish” or “get off.”
We say breed—because that’s what it is.
Cock meets cunt.
Sperm exits one man and enters another.
No barrier. No fantasy.
Just legacy. Purpose. Power.
And the moment you say it—“I’m gonna breed you”—
he knows.
You’re not just there to cum.
You’re there to leave something behind.
Dump
Not disrespect.
Designation.
Some men are made to date.
Some are made to dump loads into.
A cumdump isn’t lesser.
He’s the one who takes more. Craves more. Lives open.
And he doesn’t need love.
He needs to be used. Again. And again. And again.
Final Word
These aren’t just filthy words.
They’re reality codes for a primal, honest, dominant world.
We don’t use soft words to describe hard truths.
We use cock, sperm, cunt, pig, daddy, dump, and fuckmode because they say what softer words can’t:
That this is sacred.
That this is sexual.
That this is who we are.
And when you speak this language?
You don’t just talk dirtier.
You live truer.
This is pure poetry! More of pure mind fucking that you are so good at.
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