The divine irony about this website is if you told me almost 10 years ago when I opened my first account, that the most entertaining part is not the memes, the discussions, or anything else this website is known for… It would be the absolutely depraved, borderline heinous, amount of porn on here.

Forget the accounts reposting professional porn. I’m talking about the harem of amateurs who understand what the erotic lens can look like. They are patron saints of my erections.

There are folks here of all creeds, composures, and compulsions. With their own reservations, and intentions. I am no different. I stand with those who seek in the real life, the confidence and adoration that comes in spades on here. But I don’t choose my physical form. Instead, I hope my words and my sounds bring about the revered lust I so crave to invoke in you.

When I began my slutty journey, I would often pen erotic musings and publish them across various accounts. They had their meager audiences, but it wasn’t until I found vocaroo I recognize I can send recordings, and delete them on a whim within a certain timeframe. Of the few people I was texting, some more game to elevate our connection.

But there are some moments in life where you have to look around, say “fuck it“ and take a chance. When I saw Mary’s voluptuous, porcelain white figure, caressing the comfortable pillows upon her plump ass lay, beckoning me to be hypnotized? I followed suit.

As she notes, in my deep American voice, i told her “ I hope it’s OK that I’m sending this voicemail because your confidence has got me rockhard. Not to mention your tits, and ass…”

I love being praised. But nobody quite gets it like Mary does. Within a few short hours, she responded to my message, letting me know exactly how much she loves audio. What she didn’t know was that I gave at her comments prior to sending this and saw that she was a connoisseur of erotica. So I advocated for life to sometimes “take a chance “, I will always advocate for doing a research beforehand.

Pretty soon Mary and I were exchanging, of which she would volunteer without me begging for it. And I kept telling her how fucking hot she was, and how she would drive me insane. The depraved things I would be doing to her, desecrating the sanctity of her pussy, asshole, gripping her tits tighter than her husband ever could while my cock drives deep into her fucking pussy.

My goodness, I’m getting hard just thinking about this. And that’s when Mary realized she had ensnared a man 20 years younger, who would do anything for her validation that he was skilled in the art of erotica and love.

We shared other social media, and got to work. And the saga has been going on for a year. We have yet to meet in real life, and while I float the idea on occasion, she shuts me down because she is a good wife amongst the many other things she is elite in. But just say the word, Mary, and I’m there. I’ll bend you over that table, and peel open your asshole and let the musk of our daily life stress, lust, and pent up aggression/anticipation leak into the crevices that define our pleasure. And make reality what we fantasize about routinely. I am yours. I will be yours. Just say the word.w