Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Body" by Andrew MarvellSOUL: Oh, who can from this bear releaseA flowered soul who knows no peace?This meaty hand, this bulging arm,This weedy face which knows no charm,This hairy foot, this eye that leers,This mottled nose, protruding ears:A prison grown large to restrainThis sweet and simple, gentle brainWhich longs with every coarse. I then kissed him on his cheek and giggled. Come, I made him follow me to a bench. I sat down and reached forward and fumbled his cock free of his pants. Nice, I said, and slowly jerked his cock hard. What, what are you doing, He stuttered. Oh just waking something up, I cheekily said. I could tell I was getting to him, so I slow stroked his cock, while looking deep into his eyes. H e began to breath funny and I made him moan, I leaned over and gently bit his right ear, while slow stroking his. Jake frowned as he remembered his single visit to one of those clubs. His date had invited him to come and join the club with her. When he picked her up, she was wearing an incredible costume that consisted of one long purple ribbon, two inches wide, that wrapped around her body several times, leaving lots of skin in between. Her arms and legs were laced with leather straps. Her skin, where it was visible, was painted in wide swathes of silver and turquoise – even her face. Her lips and eyes.Read More
