The rise and fall -- AND RISE -- of a smutty, sex-fueled, faggot-funneling Fuck Fest of a Telegram group gone a little extra over the line...

Because I wouldn't have it any other way. 

By John Psycker

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I really wish there was some kind of exciting story behind the scenes on this posting but it's sadly, almost pathetically meant for the sake of introducing the new group to the fans who fell behind. 

Months back I announced my Telegram group with much excitement and blatant curiosity as to how it would actually turn out. Would people join? Would the right people join? Would they contribute? Would I be fighting off spam and dealing with tele-trolls when I could be topping the tank of an eager sub bottom in the name of content creation and collective cum cramming - I do my part plenty my breeding brothers and I think Fuck fierce with pride and raw relief till the keg is tapped. 

I should emphasize this point in whatever brevity it comes, but this is not meant to be crude for crudeness sake but regardless it's my blog and my own testament of tempting AND indulging delights so I'll note here that I'm horny as a Fucking priest playing 'pocket pool' behind the pulpit watching the prime ripened altar boys sneaking sips of the wine when all I can do is steam at the stand in the foreshadowing formication when I've got them at hand and destroy their holes in brutal thrust after savage thrust and take my salvation in shattering their shit shoots with the fill of my charged seed so I not only get to defile them physically and take what's needed, but linger even longer still and leave them with something to really cry about -- when they're able to sit down again at least to get the raw results of our communion. 

Or, in short, I'm just fucking horny and would rather be adding to the notches in my wicked souls sentence than writing this post. No offense to those who read it. It goes without saying if you weren't reading this and had the opportunity you'd be sticking your dick elsewhere as well. 

But, alas. When it rains it pours. I recently had a really well rounded weekend to celebrate my husbands birthday - he wanting to be slutted out and used by me and as many other brutal tops or anything in between that could deliver the promise in a promised pounding. 

It was fun, exhausting, intriguing, chemically adventurous for a few of us and we were even lucky enough to have in our midst a semi-virgin to the scene who sought to experience the many situations he hadn't yet found himself -- though soon would quickly learn. 

And while I'm always the hospitable welcome wagon -- and if these walls could talk they'd bleed with the bold, black ink of every banned book or deviant yet dedicated and delectable act cried out into the abyss of the midnight sky made darker than onyx against the New Moon that cycled tonight. 

To my point, it's wonderful to have time for longer, more intense and engaging social situations such as these. Except, when you grind in open orgy-like invitation looking for trouble just for the sake of hoping your wish comes true and while you may actually get it and enjoy the moment fully .... ravaging the raffle of random men who seek a spot to unload and split or like me unload until you've thrust to the point of collapsing over the ass your cock still clings to and your muscles quiver from top to bottom, spasms sending the final slam of satisfaction in spurts of your final drops. 

Though, thanks to a few choice favors from the parties previous start - with a rush you know is only felt so wholly with the hit of a vein and the fill of your enhancements that evoke letters of all degrees to be capitalized for it to make true its point. 

So you further forge ahead, thinking you're in tip top shape and sure to have another round in you while the suspense sticks with you, wondering all the while if you're gonna be good to show a man of your endeavors or another dehydrated and drained dick that suddenly can't rise on the promise of the prescription filled. 

I suppose, we've all been there or if not you will. Or if not, don't. Or do, I'm not your fucking father and I'm no one's moral compass. I'll say this. It's fun to fuck and get fucked up, but damn will it remind you of your place when you come down. Or, at least... until the next bump. 

I really have no clue where this is going and was not planning on even talking about my weekend, but it was fun and apparently still fresh in front of my focus. At least my dick is with the morning wood waxing optimistic. 

And then I look at the clock and realize I'll been rambling on when all I wanted to do was announce my new Telegram group. 

Briefly- the old group was deleted. I don't know if it was me or an admin or what happened but that's the story. I've got a new one up and it's starting to pick up. I'm currently looking for others with an interest in being an admin or who may want to host their own subgroup or event in the group. See me for not details on all that. 

In the meantime, this group is private so you need the link to get in. Same rules as before -

1. MEN ONLY

2. NO LIMITS

3. INDULGE FULLY

4. Share & Engage

Simple enough. Look forward to seeing you there. 

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