I just don’t like how you’re looking at me.
I’m not an idiot.
I know that look.
I give it too.
It’s the leer of a sex pest.
Isn’t that always the way?
Happy to be a sex pest but never happy to be pestered.
Really I should tell Jay that there is no way.
No way in hell.
That he is ever going to fist my ass.
The man is a total pervert!
What he fails to realise is that once you’ve been fisted there is no going back.
He is basically a selfish top.
He needs a dose of his own medicine.
I’ve a good mind to tie his ass up and fist the mangee off him.
But he is such a sick twisted freak he’d probably love it.
I knew there was a reason I liked him.
Perverts are kindred spirits.
But in this day and age, what is pervy?
Seems that everything these days is vanilla.
Fisting, spanking, huge toys, whatever.
Everything goes these days.
So what really is pervy?
I mean so pervy that you can’t mention it at the dinner table?
Don’t offer to fist people between courses!
Wait until after desert has been served.
That’s a hard one….
So pervy that is totally taboo.
Now I’m not talking illegal or abusive.
The only thing that springs to mind is poo.
But if you are into serious butt play maybe it’s not that big a deal?
So come on my fellow sickos, what taboo stuff have you read under the table?