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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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The tall, naked, slender figure, turned slightly towards the mirror. In true late teen camera deftness, he covered his face for anonimity. A slight adjust to posture, lean chest filled with inhaled air, gleaming blond hair from the ceiling light, backside slightly enhanced with clenched buttocks, his thumb tapped the shutter button. He checked through images. Yes, enough tease and no natural protrusion, even though his pulse was racing with excitement and head full of desire. Man pulling, was in his student, submissive thoughts. Older, darker, experienced in control. How he yearned to be a service boi.
God!!
Fuck!
Words.
What to write to get the guy who could play with his mind?
Be honest. Be direct. Say what you want. Say what you mean.
Fingers flashed and flicked across letters. Words. Sentences. Reflections of desires, his needs...and fantasies, appeared, disappeared, reappeared as he read, edited, altered, kept...and smiled. Smiled that the fast labours had created his web of satisfaction.
Submit? Yes! Oh god how he'd submit, if the advert, the profile, brought results.
Then, the wait... |
