Monday, 19 November 2012

Don't they make a colourful bouquet?

Some of the rubber johnnies I've collected from under bushes etc, usually after a warm Summer night. Many of them had relatively fresh spunk in them (still white) so I never waste much time. Straight away I tip the contents into my mouth and feel the satisfaction of the plum-juice from an unknown man sliding down my throat. Then, on bringing that day's collection home, after licking them inside out, just to be sure I'd got every drop of spunk, I'll wash them and keep them tied in a rubber band like this. How many different cocks were involved I don't know, but it's fuckin' great to dream about them all - different sizes, some white, some black, some brown, hooded or skinned. Even if the rubber johnny had been up a female (as was obviously the case from the smell of some of them) at least it could only have been a cock that was rubbing up on the inside of each of these - and that's good enough for me!