I've been trying to keep my fetish hidden for quite some time, but I feel that I need to come clean in order to get it off my chest. I can still remember the first piece of jiberish I ever got...a 2xl black Bozz from the winter line a couple of years back. When it came in its cute, delicate, package, i couldnt resist caressing it and scooping it up. I rocked that damn piece of cloth like i had produced it from my own vagina. Anyways, i loved that thing dearly. I brought it everywhere with me and it became my safety blanket. The Bozz and I were slowly developing a relationship that would carry over to all jiberish.
At first I felt dirty for buying new pieces to try and satisfy my desire...but it quickly spread like a ginger's wildfire. There was a need for more...a need for sensuality...a need for complete happiness.
To this day, even on a depressing day, I still meander home and have something to look forward to. I know that the objects of my affection will always be waiting for me...always loyal...waiting to give back. It usually all begins the same...
I open my closet and see all the selections hanging there...dangling like a flaccid meat rod. I begin with a quick stroke, the scent overpowering me and causing my nostrils to flare. The design combined with the 100% cotton makes it unbearable for me not to touch it.
The smooth silk of the wool jacket delivers stark contrast in comparison to the green ignant hanging beside it. Next comes the gridded. The chain mail jacket needs to be handled with care because of its silk inside and "dry clean only" outside. It puts me back in time and makes me think of the things I would do to a knight in chain mail. Force him to bend over and get railed by the hilt of his sword and his horse's shaft. It is not a material to finish with...but rather to foreplay with.
I've seen the damage the human penis can do and I have to focus all my thoughts on the large, developing "thing" in my pants, limiting myself as to how hard i can actually fuck it. The glorious pieces of cloth are tempting but i know that they are just temptress'.
I come to you fine gentlemen of the round table- the men with poles and the ladies with holes. How should I deal with my obsession? Currently there is only one object I have been unable to tame...the red team fit ignant. This dame is above all the rest and deserves special gratification. She skirts around me and has not allowed me the chance to open the seas. Oh how i would love to make her spray like a fire hydrant.
please, tell me how to get her to surrender her will to my desires.
