Humiliation text chat

09-Dec-2019 14:58

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Quick snap and sniff yesterday in Glasgow (whilst at work)..down downstairs with friend me upstairs going through her basket , rubbing my cock on her knickers..taking the coffee offered and having a chat not knowing I've been sniffing ur... Please comment with remarks, replies and even requests.

Especially any bumlickers out there who won't be satisfied until they've rimmed every tranny's asshole.

In this context that they both had uncommonly large busts was a peculiarity, not a compensation. Both shivered, with the physical details being sketched so vividly, this talk of organs and cocks and testicles and balls and hard-ons, and something else: with the thrilling notion of boys they knew but who never spared them a glance, being demolished with shame, mothers watching them naked, and suffering this further indignity of "erections." Their school mates were nearly hopping with excitement. Can you imagine a line of them..the blocks..their sticks- sorry, pricks- poking up? The blinds were drawn against the street lamps of Elm, the sound of traffic dim and distant. A female passer-by tapped out a metronome with her high heels which gradually faded as she turned into Main. It was marked in her mother's scrawl: "Strawbridge." With a quaking hand she opened it and looked at the first of the 25 black and white prints. It is safe to say that if Jimmy Strawbridge, at this moment watching Rawhide with his family, had known about this exposure he would have left town on the 11.05 Greyhound to St Paul, to connect to Chicago, never to return to Brewer and its mocking stares and gasps and giggles. One close-up highlighted the bunched-up skin of his underside where it stretched to greet his glans; the central artery looked like a heating duct; and the heavy testicle bag fell low, connected to his groin by Gothic folds of skin.

None of the sex-obsessed Brewer boys dreamt of probing beneath their bras to stroke their melon-like equipment. Better the perky if smaller conical offerings of one of the Doris Day lookalikes. Aunt said when males are in their teens their pricks have minds of their own! The quiet- and an urgent sexual promise- had insinuated itself into the moment. The shelf was crowded with neatly laid out envelopes marked Guelf Photos. It was nothing less than a close up of poor Jimmy's cock, worthy of a medical text. " What a humiliation, thought Gwendolwyn, a picture- crystal clear in its black and white precision- of his tight, low-slung ass. They each imagined their next encounter with Jimmy- at church, in school corridors, bringing his mother's dry cleaning to the store. There they hung in their glory, one lower than the other, in a capacious grizzled bag! The twins stared, eye swimming with unbridled lust. Gwendolwyn had to clutch the counter to steady herself. "I bet all the girls would like to.." Jessica nodded.

Have you even a clue how a Domination phone Sex Session would go with a really Harsh Dominatrix?

Quick snap and sniff yesterday in Glasgow (whilst at work)..down downstairs with friend me upstairs going through her basket , rubbing my cock on her knickers..taking the coffee offered and having a chat not knowing I've been sniffing ur... Please comment with remarks, replies and even requests.

Especially any bumlickers out there who won't be satisfied until they've rimmed every tranny's asshole.

In this context that they both had uncommonly large busts was a peculiarity, not a compensation. Both shivered, with the physical details being sketched so vividly, this talk of organs and cocks and testicles and balls and hard-ons, and something else: with the thrilling notion of boys they knew but who never spared them a glance, being demolished with shame, mothers watching them naked, and suffering this further indignity of "erections." Their school mates were nearly hopping with excitement. Can you imagine a line of them..the blocks..their sticks- sorry, pricks- poking up? The blinds were drawn against the street lamps of Elm, the sound of traffic dim and distant. A female passer-by tapped out a metronome with her high heels which gradually faded as she turned into Main. It was marked in her mother's scrawl: "Strawbridge." With a quaking hand she opened it and looked at the first of the 25 black and white prints. It is safe to say that if Jimmy Strawbridge, at this moment watching Rawhide with his family, had known about this exposure he would have left town on the 11.05 Greyhound to St Paul, to connect to Chicago, never to return to Brewer and its mocking stares and gasps and giggles. One close-up highlighted the bunched-up skin of his underside where it stretched to greet his glans; the central artery looked like a heating duct; and the heavy testicle bag fell low, connected to his groin by Gothic folds of skin.

None of the sex-obsessed Brewer boys dreamt of probing beneath their bras to stroke their melon-like equipment. Better the perky if smaller conical offerings of one of the Doris Day lookalikes. Aunt said when males are in their teens their pricks have minds of their own! The quiet- and an urgent sexual promise- had insinuated itself into the moment. The shelf was crowded with neatly laid out envelopes marked Guelf Photos. It was nothing less than a close up of poor Jimmy's cock, worthy of a medical text. " What a humiliation, thought Gwendolwyn, a picture- crystal clear in its black and white precision- of his tight, low-slung ass. They each imagined their next encounter with Jimmy- at church, in school corridors, bringing his mother's dry cleaning to the store. There they hung in their glory, one lower than the other, in a capacious grizzled bag! The twins stared, eye swimming with unbridled lust. Gwendolwyn had to clutch the counter to steady herself. "I bet all the girls would like to.." Jessica nodded.

Mrs Guelf, who owned the photo development store in Brewer, had twin daughters: Gwendolyn and Jessica, 18 years old and still in attendance at Grover Cleveland High. After dinner- mince pie- Mrs Guelf seemed intent on leaving as soon as possible. Then still seated but with his cock upright and his ball bag concentrated and the ladies all around him leaning and bending to take in the view, with Mrs Carruthers smiling proudly at the camera as if to say, "Now, what do you think of my boy? Here he was on the blocks with the better endowed boys.