I had B, C, D line up in front of me and remove their uniforms piece by piece. They tore off their epaulettes and peeled off their field jackets. Each was trying to disrobe more seductively than the other. They took the knee pads out of their trousers and whipped off their rigger’s belts. Next came the trousers themselves.
There is no graceful way for a man to remove his trousers. I don’t care what Jane Goodall says.
3 comments:
Very fun. I wondered where this post was going.
I do have an award for you over at my blog.
The most arousing story yet. However, too many of the words are long and technical and prove a distraction from the erotic.
Alissa, thanks but no thanks.
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