Blog : 72 Hours in Raleigh

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2/10/2023 8:23 pm

72 Hours in Raleigh

72 Hours in Raleigh

After escaping from the chaos of DC, I was looking forward to 3 days of planned recuperation in Raleigh NC. My business requirements were brief; my new found freedom igniting my inner lust….my libido prevailed..ads and online posts placed. The response was absolutely astounding…far better than my “go to for cock” locales in Nashville, NOLa or Atlanta….138 responses within 6 hours.

The next 3 days could only be described as a binge…a seemingly endless supply of needy men discreetly heading to room 412. Ice breaking conversation and pleasantry soon abandoned in favor of nameless and anonymous strangers, entering my dim suite with a singular purpose and need. For reasons elusive to me, but clear to Freud, this is the element I love…no excuses, shame or apology, just lost in a sea of strange cock and animal instincts.

Dark shadowy strangers encouraged by my now unchecked desires…” I want your cock buried to the sack…fuck my mouth….choke me”. The visits lasted from a few minutes to over an hour…just the time to earn their cum nothing more. Our needs met, no need to dally.

In between guests I responded to new requests scheduling arrivals in the time cadence learned from past experiences. As the hours evolved I entered “the zone”, the transition to pure sexual energy, the liberation from social dogma, inhibitions, and decorum to an inner burn, and pinpoint focus on my purpose and essence. It’s my escape, inner release.

As the hours past into early AM, the characters became darker, the encounters rougher, the demands more intense. My swollen cum filled holes now lusted for rather than questioned. …I was merely a cum receptacle for use, pleasure, release and then abandoned…fulfilling my purpose and then of no further use.

As dawn broke, the visits slowed. I lay sore, fatigued and flush from countless orgasms. My mind reflected on the peak moments, the times my eyes rolled into my head, the times i convulsed , shook, and pulsed my own fluids in uncontrolled release. I dozed in bliss, amazement and perhaps disbelief. It was a glorious opening for the 48 hours that followed.

My remorse is always that I couldn’t see everyone…in this way I failed, those eager, patient men who were prepared to drive across to use me…denied. Forgive me please! There will be another time, that I promise.


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