
Originally Posted by
LilShelly
Everything comes down to that one moment in time, the point of no return.
The world would be wonderful if I had that perfect guy, nice build, soft voice, cute smile and sexy eyes. My big concern, how to tell him about my urge to chop off hie penis came out so easily, it turns out it is a fantasy of his, and he told me first. He thinks I am just playing along, and I am, pumping my mind and body with an overwhelming sexual sensation every time we role play.
I am holding his plump yet flaccid penis in my hand, tugging it gently, with the heavy chrome scissors pressed firmly against his lower torso. The scissors are open wide, with the back of the jaw eagerly planted at the base of his shaft.
I look deep into his dark eyes, and he gives me a sparkle of reassurance as he has done every time we act this out. My heart pumps with desire for his body. My mind swims in a confusion quickly away from from all that is moral, and deep into all that I desire as the urge overpowers my body. I am squeezing the handles, not realizing how much, the sound of the scissor blades closing makes me breath, not yet realizing that I am holding it in my hand, but it is no longer attached to his body.
His kind eyes still look into mine, as my eyes look down at the treasure that I hold. Looking back into his eyes, I raise the penis, and feel it softly against my cheek and lips as he realizes what I have done.