Grabbing your puppyboy by the tail to pull his dripping messy cunt back onto your cock and telling him that of course he wants this, look at how much he’s wagging and fucking himself back onto you like the fucking cockdrunk whore he is
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Sorry, I don't make the rules: over-emphasis on religious celibacy is always going to make a man a little bit more desirable. Playing hard to get on an institutional scale.
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I have this odd contemplation with certain men. It's like I have to block them from my peripheral view in order to exist with normality, and hide how I'm overly aware of their presence, or avoidant of their nearness. I have this feeling that they unconsciously stare at my youth, and the curve of my figure, but their genuine decency won't let it pass from a quick instinct.
I may be fully covered, my earrings small, my speaking presence on the table, dining, barely there. But when I move, when I let out a laugh, a mutter of agreement. When I say goodbye... And our eyes shortly exchange a polite connection... I feel them drown. I feel them dipping in, letting their curiosity ooze inside.
Does womanhood, or newly found bodily comfort sends for this? Or maybe I'm not the only one feeling a strange pull? Even with the social attachments, or the fact they've known the face from my childhood, is it possible we've recognized in each other the same type of longing?
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It is probably one of my favorite feelings in the world
I want older men to see and treat me like a daughter and care for me and teach me things and everything, but I also want them to be a little bit confused about their feelings towards me. Just a little bit. Get a little nervous when I'm close to them, get a little lost in my eyes when we talk, like my outfit a little bit more than they should... Is it wrong to want that?
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