Mustering my courage, finally, I shall now make an official
Sammyboy Confession.
I shall get this
odd quirk out of my chest and system, once and for all.
A
flashback scene with my deceased dad now appears in my foggy brain, as I type way past my normal sleeping hour.
When dad disclosed (in secret) to me about his mistress and illegitimate daughter (my current GF), he said his concealment all these years made
his soul a swamp.
Confessing his adultery (to me), helped him
drain the swamp, which he said was
already drowning his body and spirit. He felt relieved thereafter and passed away peacefully.
Dad, now is my turn.
First, I thank all Sammyboyers who has been waiting patiently to read my
nonsensical quirky behaviors. To be frank, I do find myself a nuisance. I guess after this post, I may just fade away for a while. Otherwise, I will end up developing a
compulsive behavioral disorder,
addicted to visiting this Forum too often. It
isn't healthy.
I swear that what I am about to write is
nothing but the truth. And I reckon there will be nasty comments on my embarrassing Sex Quirk. :(
I shall be mentally prepared for
stones to be hurled in my direction.
Ok. I guess I have to start somewhere and stop babbling, because I am
so FUCKING BALLESS now to write.
START.
First, I think all my previous GFs, including my current GF, thinks that I am a
sex weirdo.
The embarrassing Sex Quirk is I LOVE IS EXCRUCIATING PAIN when I have sex.
I Iove to be
bitten on my chest and nipples. Hard. I mean
Real Hard.
I am not referring to those little bites here and there, with teeth marks, left on my chest that will go away in a few minutes or an hour.
Rather, I
love and mandate all my GFs (ex or current) to
sink their teeth into my chest and leave bruise marks, which usually should take about
a week to heal.
And in the course of the few days
after our sex, I
love to touch and admire those bruises on my chest, when I bathe.
When I masturbate, it's passionately enjoyable too. Even when I am doing it alone, it's like a
mental fetish, recalling the excruciating pain as I "beat" my BC, and my other hand
pinching on the half healed chest brusies, to inflict more jouful pain.
I also love and
enjoy my nipples being bitten very hard, especially when I am finishing my GF with rapid pistoning power, and just before firing away my load inside her.
Though sometimes, I think it is "logistically" tough for my current GF. Unlike my ex GF, she hasn't develop the concurrent abilities and skillfulness of biting real hard on my nipples, screaming her ecstasy, and heavy breathing for her much needed oxygen.
Well I hope my current GF can upskill her biting proficiency as our relationship progresses.
But having said all the above, these bruises are now in
direct conflict with my new exercise plan.
It's
embarrassing when I am in the Club's swimming pool doing my laps or in the Club's bathroom.
Just the other day, after my swim at the Club's pool, I was warming down in my swim lane. I saw two women staring at me, and when I stared back and smiled, they sheepishly looked away.
I had an uncanny feeling that two women were gossiping, and most likely,
secretly laughing at me, and my bruises on my chest.
That's all I can confess (for now) in my Sammyboy Confession.
I am tired. I can't continue any more.
The dormicum is taking effect.
Good night.
Make me read two pages and no sex.
