"You ever feel like..." I take a heavy drag off of the hefty, poorly rolled joint I had made for us earlier in the evening and hold the smoke in my lungs until my eyes water and exhale with a sputtering cough. "...you just haven't lived up to your potential?" I finish the thought after a small coughing fit and look towards you for a response that doesn't seem to come, so in my heady state I push forward.

"Like, I've spent years of my life wrapped up in other people's bullshit. Constantly trying to tend to others needs, neglecting my own, because...I don't know - I tell myself I love them? They deserve only the best? But when does my time come, you know - when do I get to experience a little bit of what is best in life?" My voice takes on a slightly heavier tone as you can see my thoughts spiral in on themselves, leaning my head all the way back onto the couch, until my hair falls away from my face and I'm staring up at the ceiling. It doesn't even seem like I'm waiting for a response at this point as you hear me take a deep breath and then continue to almost monologue at you.

"I'm worried that this is all I'll ever be. I know that there has to be better out there, because I felt like life could've been better than making barely enough money to rent and depending on having a partner in my life. Like.... I'm smart, right? Do you think so?

I know stuff. If you wanted to listen to me blabber away about how the heart pumps blood from the right atria through the tricuspid valve, down into the right ventricle to then send it up through the pulmonary semilunar valve into the pulmonary circuit where gas exchange happens, and then arteries carry it back into the left atrium and down into the left ventricle through the bicuspid valve and out through the aortic semilunar valve into the aortic artery, over the arch and then pulses blood to the rest of your body - or how blood gets filtered through your kidneys because of the pressure differential between the afferent and efferent arteriole that feed into the glomerulus, this little encapsulated mess of capillaries that draw all the shit out of your blood and filters it out, like it's probably trying to do to some of the THC inside my system if i had to guess. Or about how that blood turns into cerebrospinal fluid, how the things you taste and smell could hypothetically bathe your brain if they were to not be filtered out of your blood. Oxytocin rushing through my brain because for just a moment you feel like maybe you've met someone who understands you for who you are, wants to spend time around you, the love chemical. At least part of what propels me forward day by day to continually plug away at whatever it is I'm doing in an effort to try and break this cycle I seem to be trapped in."

I don't even realize you're in the room anymore until you clear your throat and my head snaps up from the couch, eyes wide with surprise and some alarm as you knock me out of the cyclical thought pattern. "So....you ready for another round?" I can see from the look on your face after I get my eyes to focus enough that you're biting your lip, the afterglow still radiating through your face and the faint sheen of sweat giving your skin an ethereal glow. I set the joint down in a tray on the coffee table and spread my legs apart, giving you a sly smile and stroking my thick, veiny member that is still slick with your wetness and the last load of cum I had pumped deep inside you. It twitches and pulses between my fingers, going from its dormant, flaccid state until it's straight up and at attention, leaning slightly to the left.

Hey Reddit. It's been awhile and I don't think I'll be back long, but I got the impulse to try and write something and I figured I'd post it here, because why not?

I figured I'd write about something that has been on my mind lately but it's not a scene that I'm married to or anything, I just wanted to include a decent little sample. If you've ever felt like you let yourself down or have been left behind or just wanted someone to take care of who likes to do the same for you, you've probably come to the right place!

I don't know if I'd say I'm looking for anything in particular. DPP seems to want a writing sample these days so I included the above to show that hopefully, to at least some people, I'm worth it. I'm friendly enough, probably kinkier (ask about it) or as kinky as you, and here for a good time not a long time. Feel free to shoot me a message or chat if this caught your eye and you enjoyed what you read.

Hard limits would be things like cruel people, noncon scenes, bestiality, blood play (outside of period play), violence, cuckoldry...the ugly stuff. Ask about anything else you're curious about, I'm an open book