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By (user no longer on site) OP
36 weeks ago
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I feel a magnetic draw to cuckolding because I find the cruelty of my version of it extremely arousing… the layers of physical and emotional cruelty intertwined.
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It’s not just about watching one man fuck while another watches. It’s about contrast. Hierarchy. Devotion sharpened by inadequacy. A sub who worships me fully, knowing that when it comes to real pleasure, he’ll never be the one who satisfies me completely.
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I’ll admit it... I have a weakness for big cocks 🍆🍆. Thick, heavy, stretching me in ways my cuck never could. My lover will be bi, attentive, skilled... simply a better lover in every single way. And no, I won’t call him a “bull.” That word makes me roll my eyes. Too many men I’ve come across who self-identify as a ‘bull’ tend to assume too much, forgetting the place they’d actually hold in my dynamic.
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My sub cuck’s place is never beside me, but beneath us. Essential, but never enough.
🦶🏿 Massaging my feet and sucking my toes while I moan for another man.
🍆 Guiding my lover's cock inside me when I’m too bliss-d*unk to move.
👅 Suckling at my tits while I’m being taken… but never being allowed to claim me.
🔥 Fluffing us both, always useful, but never himself satisfied.
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Sometimes, I imagine spit-roast scenarios between us:
🥵 My strap-on filling his mouth while my lover takes me from behind.
🥵 My lover pushing into my cuck while I use his throat.
🥵 Or my lover stuffing his mouth while I take him from behind myself.
Each variation crueler, more humiliating, and more delicious.
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And when the sex marathon ends, he’s left in the ruins of it all. Cleaning us up. Burning with inadequacy. Aching with longing. Knowing he can never compare, but still desperate to serve.
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That’s the magnetic draw of cuckolding for me: devotion laced with cruelty, love sharpened by denial, submission made all the more potent by contrast.
Unfortunately I’ve yet to make this particular fantasy a reality... alas, I have neither the right lover nor the right sub cuck ...  |
