I once gave a young woman a note that read: “Ask Louie what percentage of the time he fails to impregnate his fist”
My art therapist started wearing leggings to work after I asked her to. Her perfect booty cheeks would jiggle as she walked. She also bought a tight t shirt in my favorite color that showed off her t***. At least four separate times i asked her to wear a specific outfit and she did. Two years ago, her Halloween costume involved her wearing a dress and being barefoot.
Another lovely morning standing naked in the pre dawn hour, running my hands all over my body, face, and hair as i empty my very full bladder into my cupped hands, and into a tunbler so i can feel it warmly cascade down my body. Luxuriating in the slow drying sticky feel of it, inhaling the raw musky scent, at peace with life. It is not s*****, i do not m a s t u r bate, it simoly feels beautifully alive.
