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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Somedays I like nothing more than growing my beard, slipping into my leather trousers and waistcoat, grabbing my leather hat and heading down to the local bar to hang out with my Bear friends ....
I love to suck on my pork scratchings and pull the guy with the biggest moustache, stick some Tammy Wynette on the Juke box and dance so close I can eat the stale cum from his mousser ......
We share Martini's all night and I take him back to my caravanette and we smell each others sweaty pits, lick each others hairy testicles and smell each others farts. All night we make love to the sound of the Village People and wank each other off to Elton John videos .....
The trouble is I feel so guilty about it the next day and throw out all my leathers in disgust and swear I shall never watch Sex in the City again .....
My mummy says I should stop wearing pyjamas in bed and that Grown men like me don't cry to the X Factor or have Posters of Tinky Winky above their beds ....
I like women ... they have nice shoes ... maybe I am straight curious?
or do you think I am gay .... ?
Kirsty
xxx xxx
PS: I love wearing Yellow Y-Fronts
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