Man on My Wall
Author: Closet Fetishist
Written: August 9th, 2011
I flip on the light switch and watch him adjust to the bright as I descend the stairs; my shoes making the distinct tap he's become accustomed to fearing. The corner of my mouth smiles as he shudders with every footfall, closer and closer. His nakedness is disgusting; his penis erect and throbbing, what a despicable creature.
"No, please." he pleads, softly sobbing.
I stop myself from touching my snatch; he gets more more horny than he'll ever know.
I pat my stomach softly; rub it. I look at him and smile, devilishly.
I walk up to him and turn quickly; showing him my crack. I take a hand on a each cheek and separate exposing my spicy asshole and shoving it against his nose.
He's struggling already; I assure him it's not that bad. I reach behind and stroke his hair lovingly.
His binds rattle with force as he inhales my pungent aromas. I laugh.
The next one grumbles in my belly; he can hear it for sure as he starts whimpering like a bitch.
I pull his hair. BRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP!
He moans before breaking down and crying; his tears feel good falling down my ass cheeks.
I pat his head as I bubble out another fart for him; a reward, if you will.
I watch as his hands start to tighten up; tighter and tighter.
The grip their tightest before slowly falling lifeless. I rub my, no doubt, wet asshole against his face before leaving him to recover.