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I'm in a telepathic relationship, but I won't be
if my significant other finds out about
my locked secret harboring a boatload
of lovely ship shape bona fide female clothing.
As a strict conservative abbey, this wife
strongly anchored to orthodox beliefs,
and would never tolerate such nun sense.
Nonetheless, a fluke that I netted this catch
of the day as will be described in the follow
wing paragraphs
While out trawling the turbulent seas
(a favorite pastime) donning fishnet stockings,
skinny jeans and ruby red slippers to boot,
this heterosexual cross dresser felt his
usually crabby mood.
As a pennywise and pound foolish dime a dozen
quarterback (of no particular denomination),
i forever and anon experienced an elusive
search to snare even a pair of holy discarded
feminine negligee or brassiere.
Today though, lady luck smiled toward these
myopic eyes just as I felt on verge of
utter futility and hopelessness. There
but for the grace of dog, a bulging suitcase
(property of some unknown woman) bobbed
up and down.
Without missing a beat, (or bi sing meat),
these nimble fingers snatched the water logged
bound paraphernalia overboard! While the
strong overhead sun mercilessly rained
solar rays, I arranged the saturated
accessories so they would air dry.
How salutary this laugh in fickle finger
of fate good fortune suddenly found me
performing Irish two-step dancing
accompanied by an imaginary contra band.
At heart, I did consider myself a male jig
a low and continually entertained more than
a passing whim to succumb to those un
bridled longings to enter the verboten
supposedly sinful carnal zones of same sex intimacy.
A dash of madness overcame me at times
to envision (against the parochial views
of organized religion) not only donning myself
in gay apparel, but too locating those denizens
of homosexual hot spots.
Truth be told, I entertained this notions per being
with another man, when years ago when an
older gentleman (another frequenter at Evans
burg state park) made an overt overture with
explicit sexual intent. Matter of fact, he upon
reaching out for my hand, he planted a gentle
atop each finger.
Aside from that incident, other circumstances
occurred about half my lifetime ago (mainly
at Antioch college in Yellowsprings, Ohio),
whereby mere striplings of young men
(practically dripping with hormonal secretion)
elicited via non-verbal communication an interest
toward naked lunch and dalliance in the dark
behind closed doors.
At that time of my life (early twenties), the barest
consideration to contemplate intercourse with
another guy promptly induced nausea. What
a difference slogging along in a charade,
façade, mockery, masquerade, Potemkin village,
pretense, sham, travesty of a marriage
in tandem with two plus decades strongly
eyeing, but lo baiting for a master to enslave
and initiate this mister mom into the warm
yet prickly rites of kin Zion foreplay.
No fallacy here. Now to no avail does this
gamesome gentleman receive cryptic signals
transmitted and decoded by those seeking
salacious satisfaction of flesh. How long
will penal solitude sentence last?
A$$ hide from this proffered close call
aye never touched another dude, thus no fall
out occurred, thus no animals harm....install,
or out in the field of dreams,
whar hie oft tin lall
lee gag.
I'm in a telepathic relationship, but I won't be
if my significant other finds out about
my locked secret harboring a boatload
of lovely ship shape bona fide female clothing.
As a strict conservative abbey, this wife
strongly anchored to orthodox beliefs,
and would never tolerate such nun sense.
Nonetheless, a fluke that I netted this catch
of the day as will be described in the follow
wing paragraphs
While out trawling the turbulent seas
(a favorite pastime) donning fishnet stockings,
skinny jeans and ruby red slippers to boot,
this heterosexual cross dresser felt his
usually crabby mood.
As a pennywise and pound foolish dime a dozen
quarterback (of no particular denomination),
i forever and anon experienced an elusive
search to snare even a pair of holy discarded
feminine negligee or brassiere.
Today though, lady luck smiled toward these
myopic eyes just as I felt on verge of
utter futility and hopelessness. There
but for the grace of dog, a bulging suitcase
(property of some unknown woman) bobbed
up and down.
Without missing a beat, (or bi sing meat),
these nimble fingers snatched the water logged
bound paraphernalia overboard! While the
strong overhead sun mercilessly rained
solar rays, I arranged the saturated
accessories so they would air dry.
How salutary this laugh in fickle finger
of fate good fortune suddenly found me
performing Irish two-step dancing
accompanied by an imaginary contra band.
At heart, I did consider myself a male jig
a low and continually entertained more than
a passing whim to succumb to those un
bridled longings to enter the verboten
supposedly sinful carnal zones of same sex intimacy.
A dash of madness overcame me at times
to envision (against the parochial views
of organized religion) not only donning myself
in gay apparel, but too locating those denizens
of homosexual hot spots.
Truth be told, I entertained this notions per being
with another man, when years ago when an
older gentleman (another frequenter at Evans
burg state park) made an overt overture with
explicit sexual intent. Matter of fact, he upon
reaching out for my hand, he planted a gentle
atop each finger.
Aside from that incident, other circumstances
occurred about half my lifetime ago (mainly
at Antioch college in Yellowsprings, Ohio),
whereby mere striplings of young men
(practically dripping with hormonal secretion)
elicited via non-verbal communication an interest
toward naked lunch and dalliance in the dark
behind closed doors.
At that time of my life (early twenties), the barest
consideration to contemplate intercourse with
another guy promptly induced nausea. What
a difference slogging along in a charade,
façade, mockery, masquerade, Potemkin village,
pretense, sham, travesty of a marriage
in tandem with two plus decades strongly
eyeing, but lo baiting for a master to enslave
and initiate this mister mom into the warm
yet prickly rites of kin Zion foreplay.
No fallacy here. Now to no avail does this
gamesome gentleman receive cryptic signals
transmitted and decoded by those seeking
salacious satisfaction of flesh. How long
will penal solitude sentence last?
A$$ hide from this proffered close call
aye never touched another dude, thus no fall
out occurred, thus no animals harm....install,
or out in the field of dreams,
whar hie oft tin lall
lee gag.
