Complete
That little voice had whispered in my ear for as long as I could remember, and while I was very definitely aroused by thoughts of girls, the thought of doing things with what I carried around in my trousers was actively nauseating. I didn’t like it on me, I certainly didn’t like one on somebody else.
So what did that make me?
Uniforms
by Cyclist
Admin Note: Originally published on BigCloset TopShelf on Monday 09-17-2010 at 11:57:22 am, this retro classic was pulled out of the closet, and re-presented for our newer readers. This story was recommended by Andrea Lena DiMaggio.
~Sephrena
Retro classic
Ooh!
Gone all pink! Thank you! But if anyone doesn't understand the ending, please read my story 'Something to Declare', in which all will be made clear.