Have I ever mentioned how much I love the upside down smile emoji? Every night I print out a fresh picture of it because the one I had is covered in my bodily fluids. I can't help when my wife leaves the room I just cannot keep myself back. I open my drawer with the photo, framed in the frame I got for my wedding. That photo of two young women in white is now at the bottom of the drawer, lost to the myriad of tools and pens and other assorted junk. Only one thing matters now. That image. I now have a little ritual, I guess you could say. I lock the door and place the photo on our bed, once a beacon of love making now for picture staining. My dildo has a suction cup and I attach it to the photo. Then, I prick my finger with my wife's blood sugar checker. I smear the blood on the dildo and in a circle around the photo. By this point I'm completely naked, ready for what will happen. I straddle the dildo and let it enter me, as if the upside down face itself was penetrating me. I always quiver almost instantly and cum within seconds. I go so many rounds with that thing that I stain not only the frame, but I take the photo out and stain it too. My juices are extra creamy so the photo gets ruined. I don't keep them, though. Now I just toss them. Except the first one. I have a small shrine in our basement furnace room with it. I don't regret it though. That emoji, despite just being a small image can make me wither into nothing but a lustful woman yearning for a big strong yellow emoji to force me down on it.