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It was a typical Tuesday morning, the kind that felt like it had been painted by the dullest brush in the universe's palette. I had just rolled out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen, my eyes still blurry with the residue of sweet dreams of Glisten. That's right, Glisten—my heart's obsession, the transmasc icon of the internet, and the star of my... well, let's just say my private moments.
But today was different. As I shuffled over to grab my phone, I was met with the most devastating notification: "Glisten will be unavailable for live streams today due to a modelling gig!" My heart sank faster than my GPA when finals week hits. How could I possibly survive a day without his mesmerizing smile, his silky voice, and those... those... those abs that could grate cheese?!
As the hours ticked by like a sad metronome at a funeral march, the emptiness grew. I tried to fill my time with schoolwork, but my mind kept wandering back to the plushie that sat on the edge of my bed—his plushie. You know, the one I had bought after I accidentally spent my entire paycheck on his merch because I just couldn't resist. The one that had his smug grin stitched onto its fabric face and the body of a Greek god.
The desperation grew with each passing second, my hand lingering over the plushie's chest, feeling the softness that mimicked his. I needed something, anything to fill the void he had left. That's when it hit me, a lightbulb moment brighter than the neon lights of Times Square: I would cut a hole in the plushie and fuck it.
With trembling hands and a racing heart, I took a deep breath and made the first snip, it felt horrible, my poor glisten plushie. The fabric parted like the Red Sea, revealing the fluffy white stuffing that lay within. It was a bit like deflowering a virgin, except the virgin was made of polyfill and had a smirk on its face. But hey, desperate times, right?
I took a moment to admire my handiwork, the hole just the right size for my needs. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I imagined Glisten laying there, his warm skin pressing against mine, his breath heavy with passion. I slipped into something a little more comfortable and approached the plush with a mix of excitement and trepidation.
The room was dimly lit, a single candle flickering on the bedside table casting shadows across the plushie's face. I whispered his name, "Glisten," and for a brief, delirious moment, I could almost hear him whisper back, "I'm here, baby."
As I began, I imagined it was him, his strong arms wrapped around me, his gentle whispers of encouragement. It was a weird, slightly pathetic, but oddly erotic experience. The plushie's fabric was surprisingly forgiving, and with each thrust, I could feel myself losing grip on reality. I thrusted my dick in and out of him, it felt like heaven.
It didn't take long for me to reach my peak, and as I did, I couldn't help but let out a little moan—his name, of course. I collapsed onto the bed, the plushie now a silent witness to my desperation. But the aftermath was a sticky situation, quite literally. I looked down and saw the mess I had made, feeling a mix of satisfaction and... something else.
With a sudden jolt of inspiration, I leaned in and licked the cum out of the plushie's hole. It was a strange yet gross taste but hey..i could pretend glisten enjoyed it so much that he squirted!
I finished my actions and looked at my walls, covered in posters of glisten.