Filthy Memoirs of a Filthy Leopard #1: Musk
#1 of Filthy Memoirs
Last night as I was lying awake unable to sleep, I was pondering how I can kick my ex's ass, and I had a thought about doing a series of short journal-like entries of a new character I'm developing. His name is Adrian Worthy, a twenty-six year old college student (took a little extra time to go to college, don't you think?) He is a leopard. I have the image in my mind that he's posting these on some kind of website where guys/gals can read them. He's something of an attention whore, as you'll be able to tell as you read it.
In these journal entries I wanted to detail and explore various "dirtier" kinks and fetishes of this gay leopard, some of which actually turn me on, too. I'll keep those a secret in public, but feel free to toss me a PM if you want to know more, wink wink!~
As such, some of these kinks might be a little too "extreme" for the average guy (or gal!) to enjoy. I'll always list the kink in the title of the entry so you can either read on and enjoy, or frantically click away!
Oh! And allow me to clarify: I do not bash anyone for any of their kinks. What turns you on, turns you on; that's great! I use the modifier "filthy" in a positive way: we've all got that one kink that, no matter how we try to analyze it, really gets our gears working and makes that cumshot arc a little higher, be a little more thick, and a be a little tastier!
You've been warned <3
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Filthy Memoirs from a Filthy Leopard #1: Musk
My name is Adrian Worthy, and I am a leopard. I'm twenty-six years old. I am gay, and a bottom. Yeah, I love takin' it up the ass by a guy with a huge cock; ravaging me from behind, biting or licking my neck; makin' me squeal and beg him for it. I'm a little kinky, as you may have guessed by the title of this journal entry.
Let me let you in on a well-known secret: I love balls. There isn't a day that goes by, whether I'm at my computer or in bed before I fall asleep where I'm not cupping them and giving them the loving that they deserve. They're rather large, too, which is just an added bonus! About the size of eggs; they're low hangers and often, after I shower, I stand in front of my mirror rocking my hips and just watch them swing; left, right, left, right; my cock standing at full attention, thrust forward as though the little guy is enjoying the show too; drooling pre-cum in thin, delicate strings. Pull, tug, squeeze; grabbing the skin of my sack so that my balls are pushed outwards, sitting on top of my fist like a bouquet; glistening with water from the shower; still a little musky; warm and heavy in my hand.
I wish I could blow myself: my cock pressed against the back of my throat, my snout buried against those two orbs, just taking in my own scent: earthy, musky, gratifying; my eyes rolling upwards as I bite down just a little, making myself squeal; gagging a little, reflexively; sucking myself off, tugging at my balls, fondling my asshole. I don't think I'd ever leave my dorm.
On hot days, it's the best. I mean, can you imagine? M'balls are really sweaty then, and smell heavenly. Sometimes I skip my daily shower just so I can let the odor build up and intensify, running my hands over my crotch, those orbs; bringing them up to my nose and breathing in my own scent like I can't get enough of it. I can't get enough of it. My balls always seem to hang a little lower after a hot day, too. I've taken so many pictures, would you guys like some? The fur slicked and matted with sweat and last night's jizz - I love letting my cum drip onto my balls, it just makes the smell all the more intoxicating, even moreso when I just let it marinate; the cum kinda reconstituting and becoming sticky again as my sweat washes over my orbs; or my saliva after I've groped my crotch and licked my hands clean, tasting my musk as well as huffing it like a drug.
I've almost came just by sniffing myself. It was amazing: my cock screaming for release... but never quite enough to push me over the edge and let me have a hands free orgasm, my cock no doubt spurting out a white fountain of cum, streaking my fur white. One day, though, and I'll have a webcam running then. You guys look out for it, 'kay?
Probably the only thing I like more than my own crotch is the crotch of another guy. I'm sure you could've guessed that! I watch the guys out in the fields practicing or playing sports, and I always volunteer to carry the laundry for the jocks after practice and games. I have the key to the on-campus Laundromat, so I in the past I would lock myself in the back room and go to town; wrapping a jockstrap around my cock as I jerked myself off, with the jockstrap of the biggest, beefiest guy - a bull, of course - pulled around my muzzle, smelling his raunchy odor, tasting his sweat; wishing he and his buds were holding me down; him squatting over my snout, his balls resting on my nose, telling me to sniff him like the faggot I was; all the while jerking off and enjoying it, enjoying my worshipping him; while the other guys painted my ass with their own jizz; the loads mixing and oozing out of me, dripping onto my own sack. God, I'm getting a boner just writing this; imagining later as I return to my dorm, still sticky and sweaty and with a muzzle full of the bull's musk; just groping myself, my hands coming away sticky with their mixed loads, smelling each of their scents as they melded into one another, with my own, creating something new, something irresistible.
Unfortunately none of that has happened; I'm getting desperate now and so I leave the Laundromat door unlocked, hoping one of them comes by after he has forgotten something and sees me... watching me lying on the bench, one leg kicked up and the other to the side; jerking myself off furiously, the sweat of one of the jockstraps making the best of lubes as I squeeze it around my dick; another jockstrap shoved up against my muzzle, and I'm just huffing away; the jock no doubt getting a boner; he doesn't know why - maybe it's the thought of how much of a slut I am and he knows that all he has to do is clear his throat, getting my attention, and I'd be down on my knees begging him to fuck me. Maybe he'd call the other guys and the abovementioned fantasy would become real...
Shit, I'm late for class, I'll continue this when I get back.