.
OH John your such a silly boy. "armour, impaled?"
Really now. There is no armor John. Your naked
before me. Not with me of course but still in front
of me standing naked. Naked if front of all of us.
That nakedness, that's why I'm here. Exposed,
with all your hunger and needs and cravings just
layed out before me. To see them that way. To
be able to just reach out and pluck it from you.
Still warm from the heat of your heart.
Sometimes I caress it, sometimes I crush it in
my hand; crushing it with it's juices dripping from
between my fingers. Sometimes I place it gently
on the ground and drive the high, high heel of
my pumps through it pinning it to the ground as
you dutifully wiggle around and lick that heel where
it penetrates your heart.
Naked. It's best when you have the courage to
be naked. My threadboi, my artist, my poet.
throwing caution to the wind. Exposing his fagot
heart, his fagot desires, his hungers in such
a graphic almost explosive way.
The sissy boy freshly fucked by a mans cock.
The sissy boy with cum dripping from that
boy pussy. To be a muse to that boy, that
fagot, that sexy bitch well that just warms
my heart.....
.
You'll know everything you need to know soon enough.
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