Monday, November 30, 2009

I Love...

Dear Penis,

I love how thick you are and how full my hand feels when you're in it.
I love how you grow and stretch and pulse and throb.
I love the vein that runs so prominently along your shaft.
I love how you stand at attention proudly.
I love how you bob and sway and bounce.
I love how the color of your head.
I love the way you taste.
I love how far your cum shoots.
I love how thick you remain while you're soft.
I love how unassuming you are when soft and how quickly that changes when a subject interests you.
I love how much pre-cum you leak to show me just how interested you are.

All in all... I love you, cock.

xoxoxoxo,
Cheeks


Today is final day of the National Blog Post Month challenge and I decided to go out with a bang! It has been challenging sometimes, but I managed to post a blog every day for the last 30 days and you've all suffered along with me. For that, I thank you. I don't think I'll be able to keep up the pace, but I will try to post more often than I did before. So you may get more vagina needlepoint blogs... just sayin'. Thanks for reading!

9 comments:

  1. Other than the taste of which I know nothing, I love all those things about my cock too!

    I'm incredibly impressed that you did all 30 days. And you can never have too much needlepoint vagina! It's like leopard print!

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  2. hurray cheeks!!!! personally i love when it twitches when it gets closer to my lady bits. kinda like a diving rod

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  3. yayy for cock!
    how bout more penis needlepoint blogs??

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  4. Thanks for the 30 days of reading material. I enjoyed the diversion from proof reading over and over my few posts a week I put up on my blog :-)

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  5. I love your ode to the Penis! Awesome

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  6. I wish you were here to take my hard cock in your hand right now.....

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  7. I love your post! And agree with it too! ;-)

    Congrats on making it the whole month!!
    ~Emmy

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  8. Very nice. I'm not sure I feel the same way about my cock. That's sad, isn't it? I mean, I might one day write it a song and sing it while accompanying myself on the banjo-- if I can ever schedule a goddamn lesson-- but, an ode?

    That might be a bit of a tugjob.

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