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For anyone with a sad boy whose spirits need lifted, I've got just the tonic.
Absolutely NO big lights.
He can keep whatever clothes make him feel comfy on, but preferably this can be done inside a blanket fort you've converted from a bed, couch, and he, naked.
Might not be your bag, but my sweet boy loves when I tell him things like;
I'm going to give it to *you", and I'm going to
stroke *him* 🍌 until you *alchemise* my words.
Sink down onto my strap, sweet boy. I'll hold your tummy with one hand and your big boy cock in the other.
I won't make you enunciate too much...
you won't be able to with my inventory of tiny dental floss sized panties filling your mouth.
Repeat after me, "I'm"
Say it.
You don't have to say anything else .
Go on.
"I'm", you're going to shake out as I begin stroking you to my words.
Uh huh
"Perfect.", I'll say immediately after, like we're building sentences together.
That's what I'll whisper in your ear, but you have to say "I'm", first.
"I'm", you say.
"Perfect", I exhale into your ears, into your soul.
Again and again,
Until I give you permission to blow your affirmations all over my face.