Once Again She Was On
She Was Quite Attractive
As She Turned Yet Another
Evidently Something
The Water Was So High
As She Slipped Out Of
| I am what a cynical person would label an "armpit fetishist." Personally, I prefer to be called either an "armpit activist" or "underarm connoisseur.
That which most men (and most women, so deeply has the folkway become entrenched) find to be distasteful affects me in ways that go beyond sexual arousal. I changed my name as a protest against man's enduring tyranny over his true better: woman. More specifically, a protest against just one of the many manifestations of this tyranny evident in our culture.
I watch as you stream onto the floor forming a puddle there, even on top of your shoes. You let out a little moan surprising yourself with your very own reaction. You find yourself mysteriously aroused to the warm flow from between your legs and embarrassed all at the same time. Your pantyhose fill with your hot piss as it tries to find an exit. Trickling at first through your crotch and then running down your legs. I watch in excitement as I see you wetting. Only a little makes it into the bucket as you try in vain to control the flow.
Ppy Ears As I Came A
He Told Me To Get Up
As He Entered Me His
My Twat Felt So Good
I Grabbed His Floppy
It Was Quite An Uncanny
sitemap
|