017. Accidents
Ryeowook/Ryeowook
R-NC-17, 474 words
kink/fetish^^;; language, a bit of crack and humor?
Inspired by meeselovetuna's comment of the challenge page^^;;
I have a strange fetish. No, it's more like I'm in love with myself. Think of Atobe Keigo from Prince of Tennis. It's that bad.
So it should be even worse that I like people who look like me. My perfect girl is me with a wig on.
And it's really bad. If I watch myself on T.V., I get hard. Hard as diamonds. I always have to leave the room, and since I sing more than the rest, I get more scene time than most.
I tried telling someone about it, but it's hard to get any real feedback from Heechul hyung, who loves himself almost as much as I love myself. He told me that it's ok, and I don't have a problem. But I didn't tell him my biggest secret.
I have a blow up doll with a picture of myself on it. And I'm flexible enough to give myself a blowjob. Also, if someone tells me to "go fuck your self," then I do so gladly.
I had a girlfriend before, and we had sex, but it was like my dick was between a rock and a hard place. I had sex with a guy before, but it just didn't feel good. I even got blowjobs before, but I might as well just jerked off instead of wasting my time...and money.
And so this is how I found myself after a performance. We preformed "A Man in Love" again, and I saw myself. And I wanted to touch myself. Because, and forgive me for using these lyrics, I don't want anybody else. When I think about me, I touch myself.
So I ran to my room, pulled out my blow-up doll and my dick, and got to work. It wasn't as good as say me in myself, but my face was there, so it didn't matter.
And I pounded the shit out of the doll. The air started coming out, but I didn't notice. All I saw was my face, and I couldn't control myself. With one last moan I came in myself, panting with the amount of energy I used.
"God, Wook-ah, you're so good."
"..."
"What's that? You liked it, too?"
"..."
"I know, I am the greatest," And with that I got up to clean myself off, but when I turned around, I realized I had an audience.
"Um, Ryeowook, um, yea, um, humm, yup, speechless."
"Yehsung hyung, enjoy the show? Having fun there? Can you leave now?"
"Leaving." Pesky little thing, how dare he interrupt my time with myself? Whatever. I cleaned myself up, put my doll away, and curled up under my covers with my favorite teddy bear I named Ryeowook, with a picture of myself on it^^
And the moral of the story? Walking in on someone is an accident. Love never is ^_^V
Interesting, no? If you made it to this point, then I applaud you^^
R-NC-17, 474 words
kink/fetish^^;; language, a bit of crack and humor?
Inspired by meeselovetuna's comment of the challenge page^^;;
I have a strange fetish. No, it's more like I'm in love with myself. Think of Atobe Keigo from Prince of Tennis. It's that bad.
So it should be even worse that I like people who look like me. My perfect girl is me with a wig on.
And it's really bad. If I watch myself on T.V., I get hard. Hard as diamonds. I always have to leave the room, and since I sing more than the rest, I get more scene time than most.
I tried telling someone about it, but it's hard to get any real feedback from Heechul hyung, who loves himself almost as much as I love myself. He told me that it's ok, and I don't have a problem. But I didn't tell him my biggest secret.
I have a blow up doll with a picture of myself on it. And I'm flexible enough to give myself a blowjob. Also, if someone tells me to "go fuck your self," then I do so gladly.
I had a girlfriend before, and we had sex, but it was like my dick was between a rock and a hard place. I had sex with a guy before, but it just didn't feel good. I even got blowjobs before, but I might as well just jerked off instead of wasting my time...and money.
And so this is how I found myself after a performance. We preformed "A Man in Love" again, and I saw myself. And I wanted to touch myself. Because, and forgive me for using these lyrics, I don't want anybody else. When I think about me, I touch myself.
So I ran to my room, pulled out my blow-up doll and my dick, and got to work. It wasn't as good as say me in myself, but my face was there, so it didn't matter.
And I pounded the shit out of the doll. The air started coming out, but I didn't notice. All I saw was my face, and I couldn't control myself. With one last moan I came in myself, panting with the amount of energy I used.
"God, Wook-ah, you're so good."
"..."
"What's that? You liked it, too?"
"..."
"I know, I am the greatest," And with that I got up to clean myself off, but when I turned around, I realized I had an audience.
"Um, Ryeowook, um, yea, um, humm, yup, speechless."
"Yehsung hyung, enjoy the show? Having fun there? Can you leave now?"
"Leaving." Pesky little thing, how dare he interrupt my time with myself? Whatever. I cleaned myself up, put my doll away, and curled up under my covers with my favorite teddy bear I named Ryeowook, with a picture of myself on it^^
And the moral of the story? Walking in on someone is an accident. Love never is ^_^V
Interesting, no? If you made it to this point, then I applaud you^^