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Last night we fucked and it has been so long and was so badly needed that it ached in a certain way that for some reason brings to mind a very weird comparison when I try to think of how to describe the feeling.

Sometimes it feels inside like swallowing a hard boiled egg WHOLE. Peeled/no shell, but just like something very big and round and smooth and filling inside your throat. It’s too big and it hurts in an achey/stretchy way, but you know you aren’t going to die from it and somehow it feels really delicious as you’re forcing it into this deeper place of comfort, gulping and swallowing it deeper and deeper while it gets closer and closer to resolution and aches.

This is not a big cock analogy at all, and I know if it’s not a big cock analogy (or even if it is?) that it’s probably a turn-off, but I can’t help it. And it’s definitely not a “deep penetration” analogy because I am not into deep penetration. KEEP IT FAT AND SHALLOW!

Anyway, the boiled egg thing is just the closest I can come to describing something that feels really intense: both soft and difficult at the same time. Something involving a lot of flexing and straining that’s a challenge with a destination that is just SO CLOSE the whole time. There is so much give to a boiled egg.

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Do you remember when telling someone to “go suck on an egg” was a big funny dis? I never understood that. I still don’t understand it. And it has always sounded like something vaguely pleasant and sensual to me. I totally don’t get it, but if you do could you please explain it to me?

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Not that Delia’s cock isn’t BIG . . . it is big! It’s just not as big to my vagina as swallowing a whole boiled egg would be to my throat.

Maybe the boiled egg analogy is actually a subconscious metaphor for the real analogy, which is that perhaps I’ve always wanted to be a snake and swallow my prey whole and feel it go down the inside of my long snake body and have everyone be able to see me guilty, stretched out, my eyes obviously too big for my mouth and everything else.

That is why I prefer to eat in bed where no one can see me (except for the voyeurs watching our spycams). I’m a private snake, so when I say “everyone can see me” all stretched out I mean that I myself have seen snakes stretched out in one round spot like that and I want to feel what that looks like, not really that I want to be looked at myself. I would like to eat in a grassy nest and lay in the sun, hideously deformed by my meal while the animal inside me moves down and down and down and I know it was too big and it’s gruesome and difficult the way I have to keep forcing it down, but it’s so exciting and so fulfilling, I wouldn’t give it up for anything. There is no question of spitting it out now. There’s no turning back . . . . it’s inside me and at some point soon there will be the tiniest bit of relief . . . a little less pressure . . . so that I’ll still feel entirely sated and thoroughly filled up, but it will have hit a certain spot of pleasure and I’ll have just a little more room to breathe.