Something happened last night that completely electrified me—and I need to share it with you because it’s burning inside me. It was raw, honest, filthy, and, in some perversely beautiful way, utterly perfect.
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My girlfriend and I were at a concert. The vibe was amazing; we drank a lot, celebrated, laughed. The connection between us felt like the early days—intense, free, physical. We’ve been together for over ten years, experienced a lot together—ups and downs, plenty of love, deep intimacy, and real trust. Maybe that’s why last night felt so special.
On the way home, both of us slightly drunk and undeniably aroused, we started talking—casually at first, then more seriously, eventually landing on sex. Then she said quietly, almost casually, in a tone that simultaneously wounded and aroused me:
“You know… it’s been a long time since you’ve really made me come.”
I didn’t respond, just stared at her. Then she pushed further:
“Your cock is just too small.”
Here’s the thing: I know that. I’m about 17 cm hard. Not exactly tiny—but definitely not huge either. I also tend to finish quickly, sometimes after just 3 to 5 minutes, not always enough for her. She knows this turns me on—she often calls my cock small deliberately, knowing it excites me, this feeling of inferiority, the power play with size. But this time was different. She wasn’t teasing; she genuinely meant it.
And that hit me like a ton of bricks. It didn’t just arouse me—it somehow opened me up.
Then she confessed that when masturbating, she often imagines being taken by two strangers—one fucking her ass while the other stuffs his cock down her throat. Spit-roasted. Brutal. Deep. Merciless.
Then came the kicker: she said she misses sucking a thick cock, one that makes her choke, one that completely destroys her. She wants to feel like a truly fucked slut again—filled, stretched, used.
We have a few big dildos at home, even some BBC models—but she clarified immediately, “That’s not the same. It’s plastic. I want a real man.” At that moment, I knew I couldn’t give that to her—but I desperately wanted her to have it.
I admitted to her how incredibly turned on it made me—not just the idea of sharing her with other men, but also being used myself. Not by men, exactly, but by cocks. I’m not attracted to men, but I am attracted to big, hard, dominant cocks. The thought of feeling small, submissive, serving, sucking—arouses me intensely.
She looked at me—piercingly—and asked:
“Do you actually want to suck cock?”
I hesitated, just briefly, then: “Yes.”
She smiled, exhaling deeply. I saw how much this excited her. Her eyes sparkled, her lips slightly parted, her voice softer, deeper.
Then the next question came, whispered but unmistakable:
“Do you also want to get fucked?”
She stared directly into my eyes. No games. No laughter. Pure lust.
I whispered again, “Yes.”
She nodded slowly, biting her lip, and murmured:
“I thought so… With your little cock, it makes sense. You really should know how a real cock feels—in your mouth and deep in your ass.”
I was in a trance. My cock was so hard it hurt—but it also felt utterly useless compared to what she described. That turned me on even more.
Then I handed her my phone, opened my X-account. I wanted her to see what turns me on. She immediately started scrolling through my likes—and was stunned.
She’d never seen anything like it before—no porn, no Reddit, no clue what was out there.
My timeline? Filled with BBCs, spit-roast videos, women getting simultaneously fucked anally and orally, dominant women torturing men in chastity cages, ruined orgasms, cum-covered faces, men forced to watch their partners get utterly wrecked.
She couldn’t believe how massive the cocks were. “The way they use these women…” she whispered. Then:
“It’s so twisted… and so fucking hot.”
I just watched her, mouth open, eyes glittering, fully submerged in this whirlwind of curiosity and arousal.
“I want this too. All of it,” she said. “I want to suck cocks with you. I want to watch you get fucked. I want us both to know how a real cock feels.”
I was done. My little cock pulsed pathetically against these images, but that only made me even hotter. I wanted to be small, used, humiliated. I wanted her watching—with that look.
But suddenly, out of nowhere, an old friend of mine joined us. Conversation dead. Vibe destroyed. We switched instantly to small talk as if nothing had happened.
Later, at home, we continued drinking, but a minor argument with another friend killed the mood entirely. No sex. No talking. Just sleep.
But this morning… I woke with the hardest erection of my life. My small cock was burning, throbbing, sensitive—and I knew I had to lock it up immediately. In its cage. I couldn’t even look at it without thinking about everything she said.
Now she’s still sleeping beside me. And here I am—caged, horny, filled with images driving me mad.
And I know: this wasn’t a coincidence. It was the beginning. The start of something we will experience together—honestly, perversely, openly.
Now we’re considering joining appropriate platforms—her, or both of us. We’re looking for Bulls. Men with real cocks. Experiences that’ll take us both to a whole new level.