The WaiterThin.Nonexistant ass, only half covered by lo-rise jeans consisting of a straight tube wrapping his lower butt and branching into two straight leg-tubes rolled up to expose hairy stick-ankles plugged into tube socks that terminate in well-worn leather hi-tops. Too bad he was wearing underware. Black hair, meticulously trimmed to appear messy with bangs dangling into and out of the eye line. Ears pierced with 3/8 inch grommets. Face, with a delicate smattering of freckles. Alternating expressions of friendliness and distraction. Dark eyebrows, probably plucked into a more stylistically acceptable pair form. Button nose, slightly elongated inspires wonder at the size of features below the belt. A complete package to render us helpless with lust. He speaks. "Do you want anything else?" Yes. You. Naked. Now. |
| 28 July 2009 (unfinished) | |
| by Bill Cattey | |
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