I\u00b4m writing my blog and I get an erection. When I finish my blog post, I have to go to the bathroom to jerk off. Oh fuck, that\u00b4s truth what I didn\u00b4t believe before. My 16.5 cm cock has shrunk at least two centimeters. Fuck. Nice. How is that possible?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What the fuck? I haven\u00b4t scummed in three months. Is that so fucking much?Then I start calculating. The Finnish winter. The temperature, it can be 20 to 30 degrees below zero. I haven\u00b4t drunk in three months either. What is the fuck? I want to know. But before the plan I go to the local bar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then I go to a bar owned by a beautiful Vietnamese. Isn’t there some conservative Englishman sitting there? O h Yep. God save the king. But for me God save the queen. Rest of my life. Talk goes like this.: “When have you seen your mother boy?” “Thank god. She is dead”. The english fart is humming and I get angry. Very very angry. Then I shout to him: ” Fuck you I will join to IRA!”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I want to change the bar and so leave for the Pub Paris. I sit there alone in my time and what happens? OMG that woman with wicked breasts walks in.
I wait for her return from the bar counter and see an opportunity to invite her to my side <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Oh yep there she came to sit down to right place near me. And so the porter also came to the scene and immediately demanded money. I gave him 50 euro to pay me and Isabella. Of course porter doesn\u00b4t have change. Isabella put me in a bit of a better mood though and I hug her because I want to feel those huge tits.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Some time after we talked Isabella asks if I want to have sex with her. Damn what a sexy blonde with huge tits, but I remember the state of my cock: “Oh fuck baby I\u00b4m so sorry but something weird has happened to me”. “My cock is shrunken at least 2 cm. Isabella is not a little girl and I feel impotence to satisfy her. I refuse the offer, but I offer her a drink.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I decide to go home and on the way home I remember that the damn porter forgot to give the change. Fuck, nice. That\u00b4s so fucking nice. I go to shop to buy something small to eat. And what the fuck one of the staff ask me to open my backpack as if I had stolen something. Fuck, nice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u00b4m walking home and I\u00b4m met by a dog that seems interested. All right come on boy piss on the feet. But a miracle happened, he was happy and wanted to make friends. God damn I was happy also. Finally something positive for today.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At home I go to pee first. Then I noticed something what I have had always. Pubic fat has grown at least a centimeter, if not even a couple. I squeeze it in a great disgust. Yak. Fuck, nice. I\u00b4ve wondered about the pubic area before and I remember the explanation that fat cells appear during puberty and cannot be influenced because they are genetic. Yes, but why did I see so much fat. My God why did you turn me into a polar bear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And that was not all. My cock has been also curvy last times I\u00b4ve wanked. I google curvy cock and get an explanation, Morbus Pyeronie. I\u00b4m not sure about that because I haven\u00b4t had any pain at all. Could the erection be just that powerful or strong? I don\u00b4t know but I want those two lost centimeters back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I calculate that the curve takes maybe half a centimeter. I can get help with that by ordering a vacuum pump. But how much pubic fat can be removed from me? Three centimeters? Wow, that\u00b4s all together 3.5 centimeters plus. I will get 18 centimeters cock if everything goes well. Great. Yes god exists and god save the both king and queen.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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