If I’m ever diagnosed with a disease bad enough that the doctor can call it “terminal,” I’m just going to let it kill me.
I bought a huge d**** 12inches long and 6inch girth for my wife. It came in and she was scared to use it. What I didn’t tell her and haven’t told her was i actually bought it for me. I’m a closet sissy and I haven’t told her this. I put on womens clothes and lock up my little p**** and worship that b******** c*** while she is away at work until I make myself c** from riding it.
I confess that I hide how I am hurting. I laugh at school, then go home carrying grief, fear, and things people have said about me. I don’t need everyone to understand. I just wish someone would listen.
