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When I masturbate, I imagine that my penis is a dragon.If my penis were a dragon, he would be deep reddish-gold and bigger than a horse. He’d have two strong legs and two bat wings with a span even longer than he is. He’d have scaly pointed fox ears, whiskers, long sharp teeth, and eyes that you’d better not look into.Most of the time, the dragon sleeps, curled up in a ball like a cat. Or he wakes, stretches, yawns, and goes back to sleep.But at night he wakes up, and I can feel him in my chest and my crotch. He’s a monster, and he wants what he wants. And once he starts grumbling, the only way I can tame him is to make him give up his magical silver pearls—my semen.When I pull away the blankets and pull down my boxers, past my butt, it feels like the dragon has come istanbul travesti out of his cave, growling. I grip my now-hard penis and imagine I’m gripping his neck so he doesn’t escape. I spread my legs, and feel the hard root of my penis go all the way back to my asshole, and I imagine that this strong, hard thing in between my legs is the dragon’s long, muscular back. Like I’m riding the dragon.I pull my penis’s loose skin over my glans and imagine that the sweet burst of electricity I feel with that stroke is a spell I cast through the loose skin at the dragon’s throat to pull out the magical pearls. I let my hand go back down my penis, and imagine that the dragon has run out of the reach of the spell.I cast the spell again and again, and the travesti istanbul dragon runs away again and again. I keep casting the spell—I keep moving my hand up and down—and I don’t let the dragon run away from me.My heart pounds in my chest like the pounding of the dragon’s wings as I stroke. I feel a soaring sensation in my chest as if he has spread his wings and launched himself into the sky. I feel dizzy as if I were soaring higher and higher, above treetops, above hills. The dragon is bigger than a house, and he soars above the countryside. I keep a grip of his neck as he flies higher, and I keep casting the spell, again and again, faster and faster. My spell won’t pull out the pearls until all of them are in his stomach, and I’ll keep riding istanbul travestileri the dragon and casting the spell until then.His wings beat around me faster as I clutch the loose skin around his throat. I am a giant, and the dragon between my legs is a hundred yards long. I pant and I whisper a spell to find the magical pearls deep in the dragon’s strong legs and long tail.I sense pearls deep within his tail, and more pearls deep within his thick legs. They’re so far away that I can hardly feel them. I clutch his neck tighter, as he flies higher and higher, and keep casting the spell, again and again. His wide wings beat, and mountains and rivers stretch out far below us as we soar higher. I pant as I cast the spell. I am dizzy with the height and the speed, and I want the dragon’s pearls so badly I almost feel sick.My legs are thrashing and my hand is moving fast. The dragon is roaring and thrashing and flying fast. I just hold onto his neck and keep casting my spell. One of the pearls is almost at the dragon’s chest.
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