Naughty Twitter, or How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Love My Cock

See, a long time ago (it seems now), I thought my penis was an unlovely embarrassment, a tiny thing of no account which got the action it got simply because my lovers were kind. I certainly never thought that I’d get any kind of buzz from showing it, or it’s attached ghastly carcass to, well, y’all.

But.. You inspired me. I always knew I’d never met or touched or tasted a bosom, or a bum or a muff I didn’t like, so to find myself entranced by all of you was no surprise. What was surprising was how often your displays were accompanied by sincere frailty and disbelief in your beauty – and yet this lovely confidence in us, your audience, in our sex and body positivity.

So bathcam happened, by degrees. And now this, my first Sinful Sunday. I’ve taken a liberty with the prompt. It is one shot, two ways… But, well. You’ll see….

 

 

 


 

Sinful Sunday

11 thoughts on “Naughty Twitter, or How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Love My Cock

  1. Molly says:

    Everything about your words made me smile and your images totally work as one shot, two ways and I hope you continue this exploration with your body and your camera and share more with us

    Mollyx

  2. Bee says:

    I’ve never come across a cock I haven’t liked. Some are longer, some are fatter but they’re all cocks. I hope you continue to explore and grow (heh) in confidence.

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