Cum Like a Proper Quick Dick…

Memory floods back, vivid and raw. I remember the first time she challenged me, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and dominance. ‘Too slow,’ she’d say, her voice a teasing whisper that cut through me like a knife. It wasn’t just about the act; it was about the power, the control she held over me. And I, her devoted cuckold, was always eager to please, even when it meant facing my own inadequacies.

When Time Becomes Your Enemy

The clock ticks down, a relentless countdown to humiliation. Less than five seconds, she demands, her voice firm and unyielding. I watch as she sits there, her posture perfect, her expression one of focused determination. The lace of her bra, white and delicate, contrasts sharply with her skin, highlighting the curves and shadows. It’s a sight that both excites and terrifies me, a reminder of the role I play in her world.

Confession: The Thrill of Submission

But there’s a thrill in it too, a dark pleasure in knowing that I can’t measure up, that I’m always just a step behind. It’s a confession of sorts, an admission of my place in this dynamic. She’s the quick dick, the one who can deliver in seconds, and I’m the one who watches, who waits, who worships from afar. It’s a game we play, a dance of dominance and submission, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. The room, with its soft lighting and sheer curtains, becomes our stage, a place where time and desire collide in a perfect, humiliating symphony.