headpop
04-12-2005, 6:50 AM
I was never a man for fetish. I always felt a strange fascination with it. More so strange than fascination. And when I met this quaint older lady named Dora, Dora Limegold, who'd walk into any room in the world and make it a place of style and class, I was just the same. A man of strange fascination.. The last thing on my mind was a fetish about her. The last thought in my head..
And I think that's what made it all the more diabolical. Because for the first time in my life my dastardly labido found an unsurpassed outlet in the charm, wisdom, and honest to goodness sex appeal of this woman. This masculine mastermind. Without so much as a hesitation she had me under her complete control. And I left her company not strange anymore.. Afraid? A little. Victimized? A little. But amazed? A school teacher's lesson? Like I'd never thought possible, she taught me something.. something about the differences between love. And to this day I see her face.. her quaint and unimposing stare and appeal, and I melt.
The Old Lady's Lesson..
And I think that's what made it all the more diabolical. Because for the first time in my life my dastardly labido found an unsurpassed outlet in the charm, wisdom, and honest to goodness sex appeal of this woman. This masculine mastermind. Without so much as a hesitation she had me under her complete control. And I left her company not strange anymore.. Afraid? A little. Victimized? A little. But amazed? A school teacher's lesson? Like I'd never thought possible, she taught me something.. something about the differences between love. And to this day I see her face.. her quaint and unimposing stare and appeal, and I melt.
The Old Lady's Lesson..