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Gentlemen, it has become a problem. It is no longer a simple desire or lust. It has become an all consuming need, necessary for life. Just as important as the air I breathe and the water I drink.
I need Clunny. I need Clunny thighs. I need Clunny feet. I need Clunny belly and chest. I need to honk Clunny poofballs and hear their sweet melody. This is not a request. This is not a demand. This is a simple fact of my existence. An existence that has no meaning otherwise. I fear that, at this moment that very existence has become more uoh than man. Soon, nothing but the uoh will remain.
As I type this, my erection has not subsided in 3 days. Even when I pleasure myself, my thoughts are soon again quickly filled with those delicious thigh gap and that smug, sharp-toothed grin, and once again, I find myself at full mast within minutes. Sometimes even seconds.
Every day I feel I am losing hydration. Drying out. Becoming a husk of a man. At this rate, I fear that I may not make it to Coni's debut, and that I may pass on to my next existence with this unfulfilled need still tearing at my soul.
That is why I am asking for you to pray for me and keep me in your thoughts during these troubling times. And, if the worst truly does come to pass, all I ask is that you tell Coni that I love her, that I'm cheering for her, and that I made a weird sound with my hands and shouted "GET PREGNANT GET PREGNANT GET PREGNANT GET PREGNANT GET PREGNANT" repeatedly until I was asked to leave the premises.
If you could do that for me, then I know that all my lost fluids would not be in vain. Also if you happen to come across any Coni lewds please send them my way.
Thank you,