Two cocks

It seems so con­trary right now; in I’m my col­lar and leash and you just used my mouth to get off. But I can imag­ine a night with you blind­folded from six pm until you wake the next day.

No sight.

He is over and we are hav­ing an evening. You are the prop; the toy

And you can never be sure who is what.

We would tease you all evening. Make you pro­vide ser­vices. You’d know who was who sone­times. Other times though … Ulti­mately you’d do what you are told. And you’d like it.

When it was time to sleep you’d be sur­rounded by two men, two sets of arms, and totally com­fort­able with two cocks.

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