I think all of you would agree that cock sucking is a good thing.

It’s just that you would agree for different reasons and would imagine quite different scenarios. A healthy smattering of my readers, and even some callers, just want to have a beautiful female’s lipsticked mouth milking their dicks.

But most of the men I talk with over the kink-O-phone want to be forced to gulp down one big motherfucker of man meat. They want to be throat fucked and gagged with the sometimes white, sometimes black, but always monstrously huge cock.

Now this is not for the feint of heart, because these super cocks hardly even exist outside of fantasy. And if they do, I certainly don’t want one anywhere near me. Ouch, already! But if you’re a guy in the mood to go fag (and I say that in the nicest way) the pecker you’re gonna have for lunch is most likely going to have to be imported from The Twilight Zone.

But, hey, we Americans like imported foods. And bigger is better…and all that jazz. So I say, have at it. I can describe it for you in living color–every twist, vein and curve. I might give it a large head, so big that the pee slit is pulled slightly apart and pre-cum is bubbling out and oozing down the backside, catching here and there between the zig-zag of its throbbing veins. Or it might be uncircumcised and you’ll have to pull back on the thick foreskin to work your tongue in under the rim.

I can even make you smell it inside a pair of blue jeans, until you beg like a bitch to have at it. I can make it so big that you have to use both of your hands just to pump it. With balloon balls (assorted colors) to match.

And then there’s the payoff: A hot load of jizz for the cock sucker. How do you want it served? But wait! Before I let you get your greedy little mouth filled, I can shove your face up close and personal to see the cum actually moving around inside as those balls fill up. Let’s see if I can make you squirm and drool and pant for what’s in there. Will you bark like a dog? Beg like a wimp? Whine like a sissy?

And will I make you say things before I let you chow down? Maybe…I’m your cock socket, Mr. Man. Or… Please pump my fag hole full of cock, Sir. Perhaps I’ll make you open wide and hold the corners of your mouth open with your index fingers, saying…Pump and dump into my fag- mouth, whore-hole. Or…I’m a cock bitch, fuck my cunt mouth. Oh the possibilities!

But we do eventually get to the bonne bouche, don’t we? Will the cum be thick and stringy? Maybe it’s slightly translucent with chunky sperm clots floating here and there in all the goo. Will he pump it into your open mouth, coating your tongue and teeth and throat, while I kneel beside you making sure you take every creamy drop? Or maybe he will give you the deep throat treatment, ejaculating so fast and hard that you can’t keep up and it pours out of your nostrils.

Of course, I could always make you gargle with it while humming I Feel Pretty or Buttons and Bows. But then again, having you save some to make cum-sickles in your ice cube tray is always fun; then you have a nice late night treat stashed away.

After all, we are in The Twilight Zone, where anything and everything is possible and pricks are the size of watermelons. And all good little cock-suckers go to heaven.

I personally like callers who are honest about their secret desire to live on their knees…licking and slurping and sucking. Good for you! You want to take a quick journey to your own personal dark side (don’t be embarrassed, we all have one) before getting back to the business of your heterosexual life.

The callers who bug me are the guys who want me to say I like big cocks. Which also includes a lot of the stuff I’ve described earlier in this blog, only we pretend he doesn’t want to suck the cock himself. These guys make my skin crawl. They can’t even be honest with themselves or me about their kink. Why even make the call? Run up the credit card?

For the record, I don’t like big cocks. They hurt. And my very real personal experience has been that the guy behind the big cock usually doesn’t know what to do with it. In other words, he can’t fuck well and is a total waste of my time. The other thing is that in my very real personal experience they don’t get all the way hard. What good are they?

It only happens in The Twilight Zone, my love. Stop by anytime. I’ll be more than happy to take you there.

xo, Angela

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