April 22, 2018
Sunday Morning Breasts
Right now my resting breasts are feeling the cool subtle breeze from my open window. Do you do that too with your cock when you are alone? Why not take advantage of a breeze? If I caress my nipples so they are hard I can feel it even more. Too bad you are not with me. I bet your cock will stiffens and I can take advantage of the breeze and the wood.
In August 26, 2017 I again enlisted the help of CL personal ads…
I’m in Austin. It’s raining, raining, raining and home alone. I’ve pondered of a rainy day activity since I’m spending the day at home and maybe tomorrow as well.
Here is my game!
Take a pic of your cock and I will sketch a doodle of it and post it here.
Send your pic to carmelamig@yahoo.com. I’ll be waiting!
#1 Someone out there is feelin’ good!
#2 I fell in love with the head peeking out.
#3 I spent a lot of time trying to capture the head of this guy too!
I know you are all asking me for sketches of women. I get it. Why would you all want to look at pics of your own cocks. It certainly was a new experience receiving dick pics in this format. Usually they are received when not wanted. What I loved is how everyone is shaped so differently. The same, yet each cock is so personal. Thank you for those that dared to send them!!!!
Yesterday I went back to this doodle to ad color and was moved to create these 70’s like dynamic lines behind the penis with sperm. For me, it gave the drawing a super power feeling. The moment a man cums is a powerful moment indeed. I feel like time stops. I want to write him a letter…
Dear Mr. Penis,
You have always been a double edged sword. The power that your hard cock brings, the presence and promise of masculine energy whether it be soft and nurturing or commanding and dominating is a wonderous sojourn. By placing my hands or mouth on you and sometimes my own body the universe seems to be felt and your owner dive into the depths of infinite pleasure. For that brief time your stature creates a private vortex, until….
Oh darling, Mr. Penis… As comes with that beautiful milky substance that pours out of that tiny hole at the top of your head, a most remarkable and memorable event, also marks the finish line. How did we race here? Who is driving? If I could only control you and decide when it is time for your slumber. Such mastery I have to possess to have my way with you! Perhaps as the new year is coming you can lay down your sword…
XOXO, Camela
