Maestro of Cock
Jul 5th, 2025 by Holiday
So far, I have bounced through life like a pinball, occasionally succumbing to uncontrollable debauchery and giving little thought to the future. Yet there are specific people without which my life would be hideously incomplete.
When caroling the praises of a maestro of cock, a lover who is par excellence, a pure artist in the bedroom, adjectives can be flatter than a cartoon cat hitting a wall.
“Glorious” is a term so chronically overused in conjunction with sex that it is in danger of being comprehensively devalued. It should be rationed scrupulously, reserved for the truly sublime rather than being squandered on the merely remarkable. However, there should be no hesitation in using the “G” word for a fitting recipient, and such a person is K.
No man has fucked me so superbly and as exhaustively as K. He always did so while whispering to me in a voice that was steeped as deep in sex as the human voice can go without drowning.
And yet some days I am drowning without his caress, his kiss, his embrace, his intoxicating possession of my body.
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K.: Hello, my dearest man. How are you?
Holiday: Good. Very good, now.
K.: I miss you a lot.
Holiday: Well, I miss you equally. I never thought I’d say this about another man … but, it’s the truth.
K.: I’m really glad knowing that.
Holiday: I love looking at your cock photos.
K.: I saw your sexy image today, and wish I could be with you now. I want to hold you tight, and kiss you all over.
Continued ….