Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. by Lovecraftsrelapse

Writer: Lovecraftsrelapse

Subject: Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

Link: Tumblr / 11.12.2025

Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

Does it sicken you? This thing you have become? You know that at one point it did, but you have long since forgotten why it should. It began with a touch. Just a touch out of boredom while the wife was gone… but a touch is never enough, is it?

No, never. So you stroke. Run your hand down along the shaft one good time. Softly. Slowly. You feel your breath hitch. Have a seat. Better yet, lie down. Get comfortable. And to think that masturbation once filled you with contempt. Just this won’t hurt, though. No one will know. After all, it feels so good… one stroke isn’t enough.

Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. You use your free hand to tap your balls. What are you thinking of? Your wife? Being a whore? Of course you are, but soon a mental image isn’t enough.

It’s okay. I know you hate porn, but no one will ever know. The idea that it’s addictive is bullshit, and you work so hard. You deserve it. Obey … yes. Good boy. Ten more strokes. Give in to what your body wants, even if it doesn’t seem right. It’s alright. I know you want to.

Now you’re leaking, your fluids running down your cock, making the perfect lube to keep stroking. Yes … Use it. That feels even better. Yes. Your eyes are glued to the screen, but I don’t think it’s enough. Too bland. Too vanilla. You want more. No one will know. This won’t change you. It’s just this once. Your priest lied. Porn isn’t demonic. It’s a public service. So enjoy it.

Yes. There you go. You look so happy now. Your face is flushed red, and your mouth hangs open as you moan softly. Is that drool on your chin? Your heart races. But you’re not worried about anything anymore. You’re not worried about how deep you’ve gone or where you’ll end up. All that matters is the pleasure right here and now. Fuck everything else!

More? Sure! More! More! Yes, you can do more than this. You can do whatever you want. Isn’t this freedom? And you thought you were trapped before. Now you’re free. Free to be yourself. You could try using your other hand on your ass. Wouldn’t that feel amazing? Do it. Don’t be afraid. Don’t worry about what anyone thinks. They’d be doing it too if they had the guts. Go ahead. Put a finger inside. Just one. Feel how nice it is.

Oh yes, you’re getting closer. Yes. Yes. You’re almost there. So close. One more thrust from your hips. One more stroke. One more fantasy in your mind. One more … STOP! Oh … you thought that was the end? No, no, no.

Relax. Let yourself get soft. Look for a new video. A better video. You know what you really want. Yes. There it is. “Wife gets bred by her black lover. Look at that description too. The end shows proof that it’s true? Well then. That’s just perfect. You’re soft again. So little. It’s okay. You’ve always been a grower, not a shower. Hit play. Take your tiny soft cock between your fingers and stroke.

Look at her there. All done up in a skirt and a ruffled blouse… on her knees… the black man mocking the husband as she drools around his dick. You’re hard again before you even touch yourself. But of course you are… and you want to cum so badly. Of course you do. But you can wait. You can hold off. You can edge.

Edge? Yes! Edge until you’re screaming. Edge until you don’t even remember your own name. Edge until you’re a mindless animal driven only by the most basic instincts. Edge until you can’t stand it anymore, and you have to cum.

Isn’t it amazing how long you can hold on? How much pleasure can you extract from something so simple? Look what you’ve been missing all these years. So go on. Edge. Stroke yourself slowly, gently, until you’re right on the brink, then stop completely. Feel the wave of pleasure crash over you and recede, leaving you wanting more. Then do it again. And again.

You can feel your balls tightening up, preparing for the final release. They are heavy and full and aching with the need to cum. But you won’t let them. Not yet. You hear her begging him to breed her. Telling him she’s ovulating. You see his balls tense over and over as he spills his seed into her womb.

Then it shows slides of her three months, six months, and nine months pregnant, before showing her holding a little black baby with her white cuck husband. Your breathing is ragged and your body is covered in a thin sheen of sweat. You look like a mess, but you feel incredible. You are in complete control of your pleasure. You are the master of your own domain.

Isn’t it amazing how long you can hold on? How much pleasure can you extract from something so simple? Look what you’ve been missing all these years. So keep going. Edge one more time. One more time. Just to prove to yourself that you can.

Yes … There you go. You’re right on the edge again. Your cock is throbbing, and your balls are aching, and you want nothing more than to cum. But you won’t. Not yet.

Wait for it. Wait for the perfect moment. The moment when you can’t possibly hold back any longer. And there it is. Now!

Cum. Cum hard. Cum everywhere. Fill your hand with your hot seed. Spray it across your chest. You feel it hit your chin, and you flick your tongue out to taste it. Make a mess. Don’t worry about cleaning it up later. Right now, all that matters is the pleasure.

You collapse onto the bed, gasping for breath, a smile spreading across your face. You did it. You finally did it. And it felt amazing. Yes. Yes. That’s it. That’s exactly what you needed.

You look over at the porn site, at the latest video you watched. The one where the wife was impregnated by her black lover. You know that thought will stay with you. But you tell yourself that it’sa one time thing. It won’tbecomea habit. It’ll be fine. It’s just some harmless fun….