by Brian McCloskey
The woman on the path was removing her pantyhose. Four hours for eggs is ridiculous. Tongue kissing is beautiful. You’ve never seen a fruitbowl quite like this one. I love the versatility of the organ. And an extended knowledge of glue. My fetish has also included being completely covered with opaque tights. The softness of a pair of tights. Am I sitting in sauce? At night, alone, I marry the bed. I’ll get my calendar and put teardrops on Wednesday. Or are they fascinated because they don’t wear skirts themselves? It’s going to be a fascinating jewel today. A stranglehold ensures a quiet death. I love your nylons. Three minutes ago I was watching cartoons and eating a banana. How does it make you cough? Long lovely legs for ultimate nylon or bare fantasy. You have worn stockings before, but this time it is a little different. How much to view the monument? Her elegant legs were skinned in bronze nylon. Nude lips, nude tights, nude underwear. He does not want you to take off your bra or slip before and during sex. I miss you, but luckily there’s music. Fashion has come round to my way of thinking: tights are brilliant. Pattern will look very different when stretched over your thigh. Fortunately my skull is an amplifier. He always asks you what it feels like to be a woman. My wife makes me dress in black or red slip, bra, panties, stockings. I had never touched this particular knob before. Throw me the rope.