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The Cock Worship Psalm

Phallic Praise is Body Positivity

Long- Hard - Soft- Warm - Thick - It feels so nice inside. So nice to taste. Or to hold and touch. They make me smile. Whether they are made of flesh or silicone, glass or drawn as art, or imagined in my mind... Is there something wrong with me that I am hopelessly an acolyte to the Phallus? No. I am a cock worshipper. They give life just as much as the cunt does, simply without pain. I love everything about them. How the...

My Jack O'Lantern

From mother to daughter the knowledge was passed, giving solace and salvation to each in turn.

She took great care selecting her pumpkin. The intimacy of inspection raised eyebrows, but this was family tradition, not to be forsaken. That night, under flickering candles, her tongue found the sweet spot and her sharp knife cut true. She eased in the end of the hartshorn phallus, hearing, feeling the wet flesh embrace. Seated deep, its flaring head stood proud, beckoning. Legs wide in the harvest chair, she cradled he...

Fumble In The Dark

Lovers intertwine

* Fumble in the dark When Two Become One * Fumble in the dark Lips lock Tongues twirl * Fumble in the dark Hands roam Feet stagger * Fumble in the dark Torsos tumble Bodies entwine * Fumble in the dark Shaft firms Quim moistens * Fumble in the dark Phallus impales Twat stuffed * Fumble in the dark Cock pulsates Pussy convulses * Fumble in the dark Lustful moans Intense orgasm * Deeply Orgasmic Body Shaking Fumble In The D...

She's read the leaves, consulted the oracles. All showed their smiling favor. Body carefully cleansed, dressed in yellow silks, she begins her rite. She kneels before their images, gown and legs spread wide, body intently awakened. With whispered pleas, she lifts the ancient phallus and nuzzles in the bulbous tip. With the first thrust, she envisions her own conception, her mother taking his seed. The next, her mother's m...

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My Man : A Phallic Ode

A celebration of a man's anatomy and the joy it brings

His cock is like an obelisk,Tall and hard like stone.It rises up towards the sky,A pillar all alone. His cock is like a mighty tree,His pubic hair the grass,The fruit hangs strangely down below,Just above his ass. But there is no perfect simile,For my man's mighty cock,All that really matters,Is that it gets as hard as rock. It sometimes feels just like a drill,As he drives it up my bum.Other times it's like a bottle,From...