Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Body" by Andrew MarvellSOUL: Oh, who can from this bear releaseA flowered soul who knows no peace?This meaty hand, this bulging arm,This weedy face which knows no charm,This hairy foot, this eye that leers,This mottled nose, protruding ears:A. I always wore pants as a teen. I was extremely thin during that time, so to hide how scrawny I was. I wore pants and a jacket almost everywhere. The jacket would be the next to come off, so I would be walking in a t-shirt, underwear, and my sneakers. Depending on my mood I’d find a place to sit and play. Wearing so little outdoors, my cock would be hard with excitement and it felt so good to take it out and gently stroke it. I’d pull my briefs down around my ankles, and slide my hand up and.Read More
