life of a pervert.
Insanity, he believed in the shit which nobody ever believed or even dared to imagine or to act, just to have sex with his own sister, at a storm or catastrophe, all he cared for was sex. He wasn’t introduced to the act but he highly delighted, and amused himself by masturbating in his mothers and sisters panties. When he walked in the streets all he saw was blouses, faded bras: the more old the bra the more he liked it, stained panties: the more stained the panties the more he liked it, he wanted to bite them, lick all over it again and again, all of them on the tenterhooks. He was obsessed with panties, he watched all the balconies, he counted them, he once came to a conclusion that how many lived in those houses, and at the evenings he spent his time drinking tea and eating food which helped him strengthen his libido, and watched women sauntering the streets. He waited for the women who wore jeans and leggings and, if he saw women with jeans he would follow them, he would look at them carefully, he would observe each and every woman carefully, and then he would select the tight assed woman whose thighs rubbed against each other, he loved those asses, the one’s with yoga pants, the one’s with a hell like curves which gave nightmares. He would choose one and follow her. He only liked the perfect figures, he loved medium breasts and heavy butt. He never cared for her face, he was highly aroused when they wore the colour pink, or blue, or red. He would look at her slowly, observing every movement, her thighs rubbing against each other, he would delight in them, he was born for that, and he would forget the whole world. If she took a bus he too took a bus and when she got out of it he too would get out of it and follow her, and finally he masturbated at a public toilet imagining her tight butt and thighs rubbing against each other. And at Sundays he went to supermarkets and places which were filled with crowds, who were there to make fun and then he would watch kid’s too, he watched without closing his eyes for minutes, he wouldn’t miss any ass or any cleavage or any crotch, he saw those butts which fitted tightly in the pants pushing the flesh out of the jeans, and he enjoyed, and he spent most of the time doing the same shit again and again. He masturbated six to seven times a day when there were none in his home, he spent all his time watching porn and smelling his mothers and sisters panties and wearing them and feeling them and highly delighting in them. He was obsessed with panties, he thought to himself, “I wish I were a panty, I would have smelled all those innocent cunts, all the outrageous cunts, all the deep cunts, all the deceiving cunts, all the fragrant cunts, all the hygienic cunts, cunts with hair, cunts fully shaved, cunts never touched, cunts overused, cunts expired, cunts covered by soft costly branded panties, cunts tight enough to make you do it again and again, day in and day out, cunts or nothing else. What would be more dangerous and more beautiful than to submit yourself to a woman, whom you don’t know, not her name, not her soul, not her character, not her destination, not her directions, not her knowledge, not her husband, not her misery, not her loneliness, not her happiness. But to be with her, to have her with hers her, to be with her blood, her red hot blood, her warm hair, by and by it would be stiffened by her blood and orgasms and piss, to feel her being by a non being biting her clit, kissing her piss, and to feel the fingers, and her nails, and it’s better to be a nuns panty than to be a pornstars panty, who would tease their pussies better than nuns, well, that’s the beauty of the repressed, they have more and talk less and if it is noticed it would be a sin and who cares about these pornstars giving theirs to dicks and souls.” Mostly he spent all his life like this, and he never committed any act which was disturbing to the other and which he appreciated himself for not doing any harm to the other and he continued to smell the panties and lived forever till death like that.
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