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Click hereNothing wrong with being a crazed and obsessed lover of women...
nothing really, just as long as you know that's what you are...
if you can adjust this madness, cool down just
a little...
notice women are consumers, voters, and that
they can
carry anything from calculators to machine guns. I like the fairer sex also
..i think liking them from afar,
studying their
look from inside glossy journals can be as pleasing(almost)..
and sometimes safer. You wake in the morning,
see that
your magazine is still there. Your car is still in the driveway
or at the curb, so is your dog, your Rolex, and the little pieces
of plastic you keep in your billfold. All still there. Because you settled for a 12-dollar magazine.
The shot of the sailor girl and the french maid. The secretary
grinning above her cleavage, looking over her glasses at the camera,
sitting at a desk that lets us see her smashing legs. The police
officer, one wearing shorts and writing up torts, leaning against
her cruiser, like there is nothing wrong with being casual. The
K-9 is there. Here's a good pic: A nurse in a red unform, weilding
a paddle and a bad patient tied to the bed face down.
Nothing wrong with being a crazed and obsessed lover of women.
Get the next one under your spell and in your domicile. If she sees
the witch costume you should find she's an Esmeralda. It's in the cards.
Make sure you know where her favorite color exists. Such as limes, parsley, pickles or
romaine lettuce. Or any growing foliage. Moss. Pictures of dead presidents.