There’s an illicit thrill in tearing the clothes off a girl. Taking them away fr
There’s an illicit thrill in tearing the clothes off a girl. Taking them away from her so fundamentally, rendering the garments useless, something that can’t be worn again, and certainly not worn with the same casual nonchalance, or the same inconspicuous aplomb. No, you will be noticed, and people will stare. But the problem is, I rather like clothes. I especially like how they look on a girl, and I like to see that more than once. Destroying such a thing seems needlessly wasteful, when the thrill I get is so… temporary. The question of worth is one that pops up in my mind, makes me hand hesitate. I tell a lie, I don’t hesitate. Because in the moment, when my hand reaches for your top and grabs a good handful, in that moment I’m not thinking about how well it shows off your cleavage, or how wonderfully form fitting it is. No, I’m just thinking about how much I want it off, gone, and useless. -- source link
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