Was I About to Fuck the Taco?

It occured to me one fateful day in my kitchen when I was making tacos that perhaps a big reason for the feeling of emptiness was because I had always kept my need for food and my need for sex separate. I had just finished having sex with a fuckbuddy of mine, Bert. He said he wasn't hungry for tacos, said that my cock had "filled him up enough" and he was getting a bit disturbed by my talking about the notion of "filling" and "emptiness" and of how much in torment I was. I also had to talk him into letting me where my werewolf mask while I fucked him, which is a big fetish for me. I don't always have a mask with me, but whenever I am in my own apartment I always like to wear it while I am ramming in the rod because ever since I was young the werewolf mask has always been a symbol to me of my motto: A WEREWOLF ALWAYS GETS HIS FILL. And the werewolf mask and the motto worked for awhile until I got older, when about in my mid-20's I began to wonder: "But am I really getting my fill? It seemed like I always always hungry!" I'd eat, then I'd shit and a few hours later I wanted more. I'd feel lustful, go seeking out a cock to suck, and an ass to fuck and soon I'd just cum and be wanting more. What did it all mean? . . . . Click here to read rest of entry

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