Post by ❤ Mr. Cuddles ❤ on Jul 7, 2014 17:19:52 GMT -5
WARNING: PANTIES (Jokes, but in all seriousness, this is a bit more inappropriate thread/post. This is like PG-13,)
So far, I'd gotten the most pleasurable of views up two girls skirts. It was a terrible shame I didn't get caught, I almost wanted to poke them in the ass and say, 'Hey! What cute little hearts you have on your panties!' I couldn't explain why, but I loved getting caught in the act sometimes. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush of what they may or may not do to my delectable bod? I've gone up to plenty of muscular women who could snap me in half, or the prissy girl with a jock boyfriend on steroids who could punt me out the window and all the way to Canada. On the contrary, there were those rare few girls who got pretty frisky, and I can't say I minded. I'm all game for that kind of weird shit. OK, well, even I have my limits and boundaries, but I have yet to meet someone who crosses it. Who steps all over that line, who sits down and shits all over it. Puffing up my cheeks with air, I stepped around the girl, gave her a wink, and walked awkwardly over to a new crowd of girls, a bit younger than me too, maybe around 15? Now, I didn't infiltrate the group, oh no. I went into stealth mood. I was like a whispery fart in the night, gone with the wind.
"Candy closes in on her prey.." I blabbed absentmindedly, my eyes going cross-eyed momentarily. I liked to think of it as my way of locking onto my targets. Of course, the perv gene was given to me, and I like to view it as a gift from above, from my steamy hot dad, but even I usually wasn't THIS excessive in my dirty deeds, but it was only because I lacked something to occupy my one track mind. I'd only been here for a couple days, so instead of making friends like I should, I made pleasant memories that only I and an unsuspecting girl share. Finally, I'd found the hot spot. From here, I could see in an amazing number of three skirts. Given, they were the only three in the group who were wearing skirts, but still.
"MMMMMMM.." I grumbled softly, not even sure how to explain the noise I'd just made. It was like a deep growl coming from deep within me. I was unleashing my inner beast, that was it. Lucky for me, the girls were too busy gawking and giggling over boys to notice. It was generally surprising. I mean, how do you not notice a girl behind you with wide eyes that kept going cross-eyed every now and then, and had her hair taped to the opposite side ear so it made a lovely long mustache? I pet my hair mustache with my index finger as I continued to loose myself in the colorful panties.
So far, I'd gotten the most pleasurable of views up two girls skirts. It was a terrible shame I didn't get caught, I almost wanted to poke them in the ass and say, 'Hey! What cute little hearts you have on your panties!' I couldn't explain why, but I loved getting caught in the act sometimes. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush of what they may or may not do to my delectable bod? I've gone up to plenty of muscular women who could snap me in half, or the prissy girl with a jock boyfriend on steroids who could punt me out the window and all the way to Canada. On the contrary, there were those rare few girls who got pretty frisky, and I can't say I minded. I'm all game for that kind of weird shit. OK, well, even I have my limits and boundaries, but I have yet to meet someone who crosses it. Who steps all over that line, who sits down and shits all over it. Puffing up my cheeks with air, I stepped around the girl, gave her a wink, and walked awkwardly over to a new crowd of girls, a bit younger than me too, maybe around 15? Now, I didn't infiltrate the group, oh no. I went into stealth mood. I was like a whispery fart in the night, gone with the wind.
"Candy closes in on her prey.." I blabbed absentmindedly, my eyes going cross-eyed momentarily. I liked to think of it as my way of locking onto my targets. Of course, the perv gene was given to me, and I like to view it as a gift from above, from my steamy hot dad, but even I usually wasn't THIS excessive in my dirty deeds, but it was only because I lacked something to occupy my one track mind. I'd only been here for a couple days, so instead of making friends like I should, I made pleasant memories that only I and an unsuspecting girl share. Finally, I'd found the hot spot. From here, I could see in an amazing number of three skirts. Given, they were the only three in the group who were wearing skirts, but still.
"MMMMMMM.." I grumbled softly, not even sure how to explain the noise I'd just made. It was like a deep growl coming from deep within me. I was unleashing my inner beast, that was it. Lucky for me, the girls were too busy gawking and giggling over boys to notice. It was generally surprising. I mean, how do you not notice a girl behind you with wide eyes that kept going cross-eyed every now and then, and had her hair taped to the opposite side ear so it made a lovely long mustache? I pet my hair mustache with my index finger as I continued to loose myself in the colorful panties.
