I Need Christian Wilde Inside Me
Okay, so, Christian Wilde. Good Lord, Christian Wilde. You might not know his name, but if I described him to you, you’d know who I was talking about. You’d be like “Oh, he’s on this one website!” And then your friend would be like, “No, he’s on this other website.” And then I’d be like, “I was actually talking about this website.” But the thing is, we’re all right, because Christian Wilde has been in everything, except for my ass.
For good reason. …um, I mean, he’s been in everything, for good reason (the day I get pounded by Christian Wilde is the day that I can die a happy, happy man). Dude’s hot. I mean, there’s no other way to make that more descriptive, more verbose, more loquacious (shall I keep going?). Christian Wilde is hot. And he can fuck like no one’s business. There’s this versatility he has, not necessarily in topping or bottoming, but in the way he fucks. If you want someone to give you a good hatefuck, because he’s not actually gay but you’re paying him to be so that he can get $4,000 and then fuck these other two women, he’ll do that (and oh my God, he’ll be so fucking awesome at it that I can’t even type about it without getting a little hard). If you want someone to come over and bring you soup because your brother told him you were sick, and then he realizes the only thing that will make you feel better is taking your temperature anally with his cock, he’ll do that too. And he’ll enjoy it. Threesome with a guy and a girl? He’s all over it. All-male orgy? You know he’s got his dick in that, too.
And just when you thought it couldn’t get any better (I’m starting to sound like a Christian Wilde infomercial), he’s got a cumshot like no one’s business. Seriously, a five foot cumshot at least. But then? He keeps going. It’s not just one spurt and then he’s done. It’s a five-footer, and then he’ll whitewash your stomach. Or back. Or face. Seriously, whatever. This kid’s got it goin’ on.
So…what do I gotta do to get all up on that?
-Stephen
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