REFLECTION FOR MASTERS: "I'M A WHORE WHO GETS WET"

I am an empowered boy who feels, lives, and expresses himself. After being exposed for so long, I no longer feel shame in front of the camera. I know I may be judged for being so free. But my sexuality is as much mine as yours; I am already part of your eroticism.

After spending years discovering the power of my body, I no longer feel shy about sweating my skin for you. From the moment I sit in my chair until I end up on the floor with my legs open; I have always sweated for you.

My bulge, in particular, is constantly wet from the glow of the day. And it has already shown signs of empowerment before you. From that sweat due to the daily heat to the moisture given by my fluids attentive to the warmth of my mind. Now I can declare that you must accept that my bulge can get wet in front of you.

For me, there is no difference in how I present my bulge to the world. It can be in underwear, a bra, or a thong; I no longer care. I have the right to be wet. I don't even demand an erection anymore, being uncovered, and I don't worry about pubic hair either. It is my right to have a wet bulge.

Will you judge me by the size of my penis? I no longer care; I know I can show off my bulge with silks and fabrics that glorify it. Will you judge me for my feminization? It is just an adornment for an already uninhibited bulge. Will you judge me for my age? Like wine, my body withstands the deepest desires to which it is exposed. Will you ask me for a muscular body and if I have hair? Well, my body is not a standard of your pleasure but an instrument for my own enjoyment.

In your limitation and mental openness, you will treat me like a pig, and in my ecstasy of heat, I will allow it. My bulge, like any other part of my body, is a living organ that breathes, sweats, and secretes. In its right to express itself is the power to become moist and for it to be seen. I am no longer interested in labels. I don't know if it will be your fetish or just my own morbid curiosity. I only know that I am no longer afraid of prejudice.

Whether due to external liquids or my own fluids, my bulge is now free to be admired by the shadows and transparencies that only moisture can provide. Whether my bulge is in a pool, in the shower, or just at home. I promise that I am not ashamed to expose it and show it in its natural state.

Finally, I conclude to you who like to expose me and look at me, that it is my right to be free to have a wet bulge if I so desire. I can be yours at that moment, but my bulge can express itself and be part of the spectacle that it freely offers to be observed.

AUTHOR SK: DANINUN69