These leaflets have been raining down on my Feminist Village for weeks now. Everyone else seems able to ignore them, but they make me feel funny between my legs. I catch myself thinking about walking in the woods and hoping to stumble across a patrol to s
[36] Been somewhat blue-balled lately. Wife’s out, boys are out, finally gonna shoot this nut all over my chest. Been thinking about mildly bi fantasies. Wish there were a girl and a guy between my legs each nursing on one of my balls. Then lapping at my
Mistress Scarlett Johansson would place me in chastity, tie my hands behind my back, and order me to service her for hours. "Get. Between. My legs. Now! Good boy. Now lick!"
