
DIRK
@conceitedEngineer
And so you repeat the same steps, reach the same conclusion, and still view yourself as the most sane of them all.

Every once in a while I sleep like the dead and wake up feeling as if I’ve been gone for no less than a decade. And maybe concussed.

A man can only wear so many lidocaine patches before it becomes ridiculous.

Anyway, #horse.

That’s actually hilarious.

I allow him to wrap his hand around my throat. He doesn’t squeeze. Scar tissue is insanely sensitive to pressure despite being largely numb to most types of sensation. Everything feels heavier than it is. Am I stupid for letting him? I’ve made it clear what I want but he’s refusing to take the final step. Do I press? Lean into his palm? But then there comes the concern that he’ll reel back and never place his hand on me again.

It takes a special kind of guy to get you so desperate you end up with bruised knees and happily humiliated.

I’m so pent up it’s a problem. I might make it everyone else’s. Specially y’all’s. I’m going to horny post an obnoxious amount. You’ll all be sick of me by this time tomorrow.

I really just want to be eaten out.

Shoutout to my fellow dominant bottoms.

Calling him a good boy while I’ve got his jaw between my fingers, forcing him to focus on the praise despite being out of it. A good dog listens.

I could post something fist clenchingly horny about wanting to collar a guy before riding him but it’s not even 10am yet.

Neigh.

#Horse.

Horses are the key to my remaining sanity.

Fuck yeah. #horsehour

#Horse

Still no #horsehour why do I even log on.

You’re all disappointing.

#HorseHours

I am curious how many versions of me dust their desks.















