Believe it or not, gents – a young man barely over the age of consent – said that to me. You aren’t old, till you stop having fun. His words were so simple and on point, I resisted the urge Pop his cute mouth, for speaking – when he should be focused on my weary feet, now placed in his lap.
Out of the mouths of babes! Or hunky babes. LOL! Oh there’s nothing finer than a tasty boy, still wet behind the ears, still limber and so very eager! The one with the words wise beyond his years, was a prime example, of prime meat – cut fresh off the hoof.
Oh I know I shouldn’t have been dallying with one so green, but his voice was sweet, with a soft lateral lisp, that melted my heart. Better he be in my Service, and be gently guided towards a happy life, that enhances his nature. No cheerleaders, or cupcake cuties for this one. No, no. Those kinds of girls would ruin him – capturing him with hints of kinky, that would never develop and only leave him wanting and unhappy.
No! I couldn’t allow that – there aren’t enough well mannered young men these days, to let this one be cornered by some vixen’s pert titties, teased, taken, bedded and wedded, by someone who will never appreciate the perks of a submissive male.
No! I think not!
