My wife doesn’t know. I’ll just come right out with that bit. I’m not afraid to be direct and I need something discreet. She does know I have an obsession with rough, sloppy, throat fucking, but she doesn’t even pretend to be interested in anything that even comes close to fulfilling that need for me. Hell, I hardly even catch a gentle blowjob more than a couple times a year. So here I am. I’d love to find someone who loves sucking dick and would want to foster some sort of a regular thing, but for the purpose of this post, I’m available this coming Saturday, between1om and 4pm, and I really want to pin your head between my big balls and a wall. The best way to do that is obviously going to be to push my cock straight down your throat. I’ll settle for a plain old blowjob, but what I’m really after is something much deeper, much rougher, much sloppier, much more degrading.

I’ve always loved getting head- more than sex even, but the older I get and the deeper I explore my inherent dominant sexuality, the more I crave something much more primal. I want to use you and I want you to feel used. I want to ruin your makeup. To make your throat sore. I want to pinch your jaw open while you look up at me with tear swollen eyes and spit into your mouth before fucking that spit deep into your throat with my cock like I’m loading a musket. I want to laugh at how wet your needy pussy is from being used like a fleshlight. I want to call you a whore and praise you for being so fucking desperate for my cock that you’ll literally throw up on it if you have to. I want to put you on your knees and stroke my heavy load onto your face before tightening my fist, wrapped up in your hair, and plunging my still throbbing cock deep into your throat like it’s nothing more than a warm wet hole for me to use. I want to use your face to jerk off and I want you to struggle.

I want these words to make you wet because for fucks sake I’m hard and throbbing just from writing them.

Sometimes I don’t know how to reconcile these needs with who I am as a person. I’m actually, by all accounts, a really chill, laid back guy. I’m a gentleman, I open doors for women. I pull the car around. I’m a good listener. I give time and space. I’m well liked by everyone I cross paths with and I always leave a good impression on people. Maybe it’s a balance thing. Maybe in my quest for social harmony I compromise too much of myself and this is my way of taking something back. Maybe I deserve this. Who knows. One thing I do know, though, is the longer this need does unfulfilled, the stronger it gets. The more misogynistic it gets. I just want to find that button in the back of your throat that makes you feel like you don’t exist and use the fat head of my cock to press it over and over again. I want you to empty your head and open your throat. I want the rest of the world to disappear for an hour or two while I use my dick to reduce you down to nothing more than a cocksleeve. And then we can clean up, maybe grab a cup of coffee, decompress. Or you can wear the hard earned cum as an accessory to your ruined self and be on your way.

I’m 6’ tall and in decent shape. I’ve got a perfect cock. I’m clean, DDF, and good looking. Blue collar type. Beard and work boots. Long hair and Carhartt. Big hands and a filthy voice. I’m very vocal, and my craft of dirty talk is honed to perfection.

I like age gaps. I like attractive women. I like small women but I also like curves. But overall I wouldn’t say I have a type, it’s more about submissiveness and an eagerness to please.

So come see me Saturday, early afternoon. I’m in university city. An easy location. Good parking but also close to the train. Nobody will bother us, and for a moment in time your throat will be mine.