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The shaft has completely changed. It’s bigger, wider, and on the sides are what look like folded ribbons. In jellyfish terms, my shaft is the oral arm, and the head is the umbrella.
I want to call him a pussy, but I wouldn’t dare insult something I love to eat.
“You’ll eat everything on your plate. You won’t blame the waitress if something is wrong with it. And you’ll pay my mate triple your bill as a tip. If you don’t, I’ll follow you home and wear your skin as a suit.”
So my mate has a soft spot for animals. That makes my gift-giving a little trickier unless I keep them alive and give them to her as pets. Yes, yes, that. I bet she would love a bear cub— something soft and cuddly. No, actually. I don’t like that idea. It would want her time, invade her space, and take all attention away from me. Never mind. I’ll be her pet.
Is this what my life has come to? Hiding away in a dark bathroom, stealing my mate’s tampons just to taste her because deep down I know she will never accept me as… this. A monster.
Stream after stream soaks the pads. I aim in different directions, sending my come over each and every one of them. When she puts them on, she’ll have no idea I’ll be right there, marking my fucking territory.

