Cock Ring, Cop, Hustling, Executive
DAVID 454
Once again, I'm playing with a concept that fascinates me. Specifically, seeing something you want so badly that it doesn't seem like a conscious choice anymore. You don't choose it so much as it chooses you. You lose all control, abandoning status, position, money, safety, reputation, common sense and reason just to be near the thing. In a strange way, being agonizingly close is at the same time satisfying, the stuff of dreams, and frustrating. Yet it feels so good to finally admit, not only to yourself but to the object of your desire, your desperate need, and your mind reels in the fact that you've found, not just a sample or a taste or a reasonable facsimile...not a quickie or a poser (no pun intended), not a wannabe or someone's bland interpretation of a dream, but the ultimate, something you never let yourself hope for or envision as real, something that pushes the boundaries of reality, something that destroys self-control and is quite aware of the power it wields. If you don't indulge yourself, dreams of approaching it, of engaging it, of having it, of having it understand totally what you want...will haunt you for the rest of your life. So what if it uses you, teases you, lets you look but not touch for a little while? It's just pouring gasoline on a fire that's been raging for a long time. Eventually the time for teasing will be over and, having crossed the point of no return, you will feast on your dream.
2010