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Desire
The desire was gonna get the better of me
I kinda just knew that it would
I’d been horny for days
Unnaturally horny
Stoking it up like a madman
Building a head of steam
Like a demented lion tamer
Trying to control my blood pressure
Trying to moralise my unusual lust
Trying to stop myself from the obvious
I tried to desist until I no longer could
Then the zip came down
Then the cock came out
Like a cast iron weather vein
In giving in I lost all control
Stroking and jerking
Wanking myself into a stupor
It exploded like Mintoes in Coke
It was a hell of a mess
And I groaned like a stuck pig
I looked up with an enormous sigh
There was an awkward silence
It would seem, my mother’s funeral service
Was clearly not the place
For such an outburst
For the awkward silence Comp
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