Sucktober 2025: a poetic summary
Thirty-one days of Sucktober,
I’ll be canned for any missed days come November.
The rules were simple: one suck per day;
no make-ups, no loopholes… I must find a way.
With the added desire to make each one unique,
turn every single day into an exquisite treat.
So many favourites, I can’t name them all,
but I loved weaving them into our daily protocol.
From quickies upstairs while the family were eating,
to a deep-throat worship while I took a beating.
Waking up with your hard cock pressed to my lips, underwater was tricky, without a nose clip!
From tongue-bathing and ball-sucking to face-rubbing disgrace,
each session was different, never rushed, not a race.
A midnight gobble, ordered to kneel by the fridge,
or when time was tight, just a teasing lick of your ridge.
And holy primal face-fuck when you got rough!
Had me gushing like a geyser, I couldn’t get enough!
God-tier sucking until a phone call from mum…
Thank fuck she has no idea how I worship your cum.
There were two special efforts of the earth-shattering kind,
so intense they got applause; after I blew your… mind.
Of thirty-one days, I only missed three
That’s three cold strikes now, waiting for me.
I’ve braced myself, there’s no turning back
and when the cane comes down theres a beautiful crack.
So thank you, Sir, for the marks on my skin,
and for the month of filth we’ve both revelled in.
I hope Sucktober becomes an annual event,
I’d definitely give my enthusiastic consent!
We’ve still got so many scenes left to explore,
But I’ll never get bored of your cock, that’s for sure.
I’m already excited for lots more sucking,
even the days when it doesn’t end in us fucking.
So here’s to the end of our first ever Sucktober,
A record in poetry to bring it to closure.
I’m up for more challenges, so lets just see…
how slutty and smutty, you can inspire me to be |
