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Oh god. There he is. Oh, I how yearn. Those teeth....sharp, well adjusted.....that clasp, so smooth, wide, easy to pull.....the snap, well worn, comes out in a pinch....and the material surrounding those teeth? To die for, simply to die for....supple, pre-washed (like Wearer would buy any other kind?), holes right where they belong, front *and* back.... Oh, to lie with him, metal to metal, experiencing the friction, the delicious sound of rubbing....and the legs, entwined, folded around each other so one can't tell where a left leg meets a right..... Ooo, we're sitting down.....and he's sitting right next to us.....knees bumped....accidental? My eye! I'm longer, thinner....but he's - *he's* thicker. Thicker....thicker.....thicker.....softer, softer, softer.... I've worshiped him from afar, from up close but not personal....and don't think I haven't caught him winking at me...I have. No wishfu thinking here, folks. He Wants Me. I Want Him. It's the assholes who wear us that are putting the monkey wrench into the works. Keeping us apart..... Think - Romeo and.......Mercutio. Screw Juliet. Dump the bitch.....she was too melodramatic anyway. No, I'm Mercutio, he's Romeo.....my Romeo. Where for art thou? Oh, yeah, right next to me....<sigh> But no longer touching...... So close - so far away. A couch length away....and I can smell him.....sharp, tangy, bittersweet......minemineminemine....... Oh, to go down.....to slide down slowly, revealing all.....to watch as *he* slides down, perchance a bit faster? After all, he *is* young, eager.....I'm - mature, steady, I can wait.....take it slow and easy.....<sigh> I haven't been down for quite a while, other than the normal business of daily living.....up in the morning, down in the bathroom about 9:00am, after three cups of java for my Wearer....down again around 5:00pm - same reason and finally, down for the count - by 7:00pm, regular as clockwork. But there were days - and nights.....up,down,up,down,up, down........and his taste? Deplorable. Not another reachable zipper in sight. I *hate* dresses. Now my Romeo, he can swing either way.....but definitely prefers - ME! oh.....uh,oh....ohmy......he's right next to me....our material body parts are rubbing.....ARRRH, the strain....OOOOh, the strain......god, yes....more....tighter......tighter....I can almost feel the relief......but not - yet..... OhGod - hand. HIS *wearers* hand.....rubbing, dear god in heaven - kill me someone......bliss, this is pure bliss......harder, rub me harder......ooooooooh, here he comes, my dream man..... YES! HOUSTON, WE HAVE CONTACT.....AWWWRGGGH....... SOMEBODY - GET ME DOWN......he's going, going......but I'm still - up here..... OH FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, SO WHAT IF HE'S NOT A DRESS!!!! GET A FUCKING CLUE, YOU DICKHEAD! oh - hand is back....loving this......l-o-v-i-n-g this......the strain is back......REALLY back...... I hear the angels singing......I'm going - down.... I'm almost there......*he's* there...waiting for me, winking, grinning like there's no tomorrow..... I'm skinless. I'm in the air..... NONONONO, NOT OVER THERE YOU ASSHOLE....TO YOUR FUCKING LEFT ..........HIGHER - FURTHER...YOU CAN DO IT...... yes......he did it, I'm down, I've gone down on *him*.......nestled, curled, wound around.....the floor.....by the couch....I can hear them, our Wearers...... shit, are they - cooing? Some one gag me. finis
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