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My cock, it pulsates.
Their pheramones are the great attractor that cause me to orbit around them.
To be vested with judge and jury over the fate of a foid… to have her life in the palms of my hand, to see her bare feet in full display. And as I lather my tongue between the crevices of her toes, does she shiver in fear, however she lets it go on with tears in her eyes, lest she experience Option B.
The fact they don't ever notice me is injurious, a grave offense that saddens me. and even in the times that they do, they always keep a distance from me…. why?
To taxidermy the body of a woman is something that I wish for.
To hang them up as decoration, filling my room with feminine ornamentation, would be my sole foundation.
Though considered an aberration, I care not for what others think.
They are best pale, it bespeaks their flavor.
I don't know why, but sometimes I just want to taste them, i desire to taste what's beyond their sweat.
My cock, it pulsates.
Do others feel the same?