INTO?

 

Into? 

That’s always where the chat leads, right And I’ve had to think about it - what I really want. Not just the basic words that describe actions but not desires, that completely skip over the mindframes and needs of either man. That's why so many hook-ups feel empty and incomplete. So I sat down and put some serious fucking thought into what my "into?" would really be.

So the next time he asks I’ll just send him a link to this: 

I’ve been getting brutally honest with myself about what I actually need when the heat hits.

It’s not conversation.

It’s not chemistry in the polite sense.

It’s not the version of me that exists out in the world - the one who makes small talk, who has a life, who shows up as a person.

That guy has to stay outside the door.

Because the second he’s allowed in, he ruins everything. He brings the social performance. The nerves. The need to be liked. And suddenly nothing is sexy anymore. The mood is ruined. The brain stays on. And I’m not the cock-worshipping, sperm-hungry faggot I need to be today.

What I want is simple, sir.

You come over. Or I meet you in the sauna. Or the hotel room. And you’llsee who I am the moment your dick is in my faggot mouth and I’m looking up at you with that blank, hungry stare. You’ll see what I am and what I need and your cock will get harder in that moment as you realize you can also let go of who you were when you walked in the door. 

No names.

No “how was your day?”

No “what are you into?”

I don’t want to talk.

I want to be used.

That’s what you came for? 

You could have jerked off. 

You could have fucked your boyfriend. 

But no, you’re here, you wanted more. 

So don’t hesitate now. 

I’m a faggot who wants nothing else than a cock in his holes. That’s an accurate term for me. Being that faggot is what I need. It’s not an insult in the slightest but it’s a filthy term and what I should be called if you’re okay with that. It’s not essential. 

Submissive doesn’t mean you have to be some big dominant top. I prefer you just understand that being submissive means I’m open to whatever gets you off. No judgement. I’m ready. I’m a hole for your cock and your cum. That’s it. Let’s do things that make you cum harder. We both need that. 

You don’t need to jackhammer me for an hour. You don’t need to put on a show. A passionate, focused ten minutes where you lose yourself in my cunt is worth more than an all-night performance.

In fact, if it’s intense - if your eyes glaze over and you turn into that animal who’s just fucking to breed - it probably won’t last that long. And that’s perfect. I want what makes that switch flip in you. I’m here to unlock it.

I want verbal. Or at least grunting and moaning. That’s how I know what to do more of. Verbal is even better than grunting. In either case, no being quiet when you feel like you’re locking yourself in to orgasm. Breeding shouldn’t be clean or quiet. Let me know. Let the neighbours know. A man is fucking in here and he’s about to empty his balls into someone. That’s not a small thing. And I want to hear it because I’m going to pay extra close attention and make sure to not do anything to interfere with your rhythm. I want to be paying attention to the man, serving his purpose in me, because of me, and I want my brain and body ready to take your sperm. Because make no mistake, within seconds, the testosterone and other hormones coming from your seed into my system give me a high that rewires my brain.

I’m on PrEP and DoxyPEP for a reason.

Bareback. Breeding. Full stop.

No condoms. No pulling out. 

Whether it’s my mouth or my ass - when you cum, bury it. The full length of your cock. The full length of your ejaculation. I want to feel every spasm, every contraction as you pump your load into my pussy. Don’t stroke through it unless that’s your thing. Just stay buried and let me feel you emptying.

Yes - pussy. Cunt. Those words are accurate. This isn’t just an asshole. Not for you. It’s been cleaned and prepped, worked on and edged to welcome your cock and sperm. This is where men get their joy. Where they pump their loads. Fuck me like you’re trying to impregnate me. Because you are.

I don’t need to cum. I don’t want to. My release is your orgasm inside me. That is better than any orgasm I could have. After you leave, I’ll lock in. Plug myself with your load inside me. Stroke for hours if I need to. Goon out on your load. Push it deeper. Ride that warm, wet, used feeling until my brain is gone and all that’s left is the knowledge that I’m carrying your cum. That’s a much better place for your load than jerking off on your chest in bed. 

And if you need to piss - show up with a full bladder. Empty it down my throat before we start, or keep your cock buried after you breed me and let that post-orgasm torrent flood my guts. Spit in my mouth (I especially enjoy this when being fucked) Spit on my hole. Whatever makes your cock throb.

Wanna take a break from fucking and don’t want to cum yet? Not a worry. Lean back and I’ll get right back to slowly sucking you and enjoying teasing every drop of pre-cum out of your cock. Ass to mouth is not an issue. Between positions or right after you pull out of my bred cunt. I’ll clean you without hesitation.

This is the headspace I’m in and what I need right now. Tonight is where the public me stays home, and the real me of the moment- horned up , cumdump faggot - shows up and does what he was made for.

I’m guessing you read through the lines and your cock is already twitching, knowing that the headspace I’m in is what your body really needs. Not a half-assed hook-up. Not a lazy jerk off. What you really need is worship and attention that feels different. More intense. More powerful. 

This is what I want.

This is what I need.

If you’re a top reading this and something in you just got hard… good.

Next time you see me on the apps or across the sauna, you’ll know exactly what to do.

No questions.

No small talk.

Just use the faggot hole.