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I obsess about things, it's true. I obsess about people, about my feelings, about sex, about everything really. And I'm no different when I'm playing with myself either. Always obsessing. Using the same fantasy/mental imagery for weeks and months at a time, every time. And at the moment I'm obsessing about "cock". I really am.
I think I wrote somewhere once about how unimpressed I was with cock shots. How they did nothing for me at all unless they came (excuse the pun!) with a body attached to them. Well, fuck all that. I want cock shots. Actually, that's not entirely true. To be more precise, I want cock, but in the absence of cock, I'll have cock shots. Please.

I'm saying cock alot. This is how obsessed I am.

And as strange as this may be for a cock-loving slut like myself, I've never really obsessed about cock before. Not like this anyway. I'm fucking dreaming of cock, for fucksake. Cock. In me. In someone else. In no-one. Just show me the cock! (Now! Grr!) Even the word does it for me. Dick just doesn't have the same effect at all.
And perhaps even stranger still is that the cock doesn't even need to be real. I've just got off on a stunning photo (that I'm obsessed with, that I wish I could show you) of a woman I know wearing a strap-on. Do you not think that's bizarre? It's a fucking dildo, and I'm sitting here frigging myself stupid over it. I don't do that with my own dildos.
Come to think of it, I haven't even been using my dildos. All this obsession with cock, yet I'm using my fingers and not my toys. I have one in particular that is very realistic (apart from the fact that it's purple), with veins and balls and everything. Very nice it is, feels great, and yet I haven't even used that. Perhaps if it wasn't purple...

Oh no. Now I want (read: suddenly must have) a flesh-coloured dildo. Help!