Sins of the Cities of the Plains
Sins of the Cities of the Plains
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An Introduction
The writer of these notes was walking through Leicester Square one sunny afternoon last November, when my attention was particularly taken by an effeminate, but very good-looking young fellow. He was walking in front of me, looking in shop-windows from time to time, and, now and then looking ‘round as if to attract my attention.
Dressed in tight-fitting clothes, which set off his Adonis-like figure to the best advantage, especially about what snobs would call the fork of his trousers. Evidently, he was favoured by nature by a very extraordinary development of the male appendage; it appeared as if a tremendous length of sausage had been stuffed down along the thigh of his right leg, setting in relief an hypnotic tube from which my eyes were hard-pressed to leave. By the sizeable accompaniment of bulges through the pleats, I should say his balls were gigantic as well. Whatever his age or appearance, I knew that further investigation was certainly warranted.
He had small and elegant feet, set off by pretty patent leather boots, a fresh looking beardless face, and almost feminine features. He wore auburn hair, and sparkling blue eyes, which spoke as plainly as possible to my senses, and told me that this handsome youth must indeed be one of the “Mary-Ann’s” of London, who I had heard were often to be seen sauntering in the neighbourhood of Regent Street, or the Haymarket, on fine afternoons or evenings.
Presently the object of my curiosity slowed and turned to face me, as he took off his hat, and wiped his face with a beautiful white silk handkerchief.
The lump in his trousers had quite a fascinating effect upon me. Was it natural or made up by some artificial means? If real, what could be its size when excited? How I should like to handle such a manly jewel! Why, I would run the palm of my hand down its great length, and binding it in my fingers I would surely pull at it until it began to thicken and rise before my eyes. Wetting it with spittle to facilitate further frigging, I would watch and grin as it gleamed and wriggled in my hand, slowly climbing its way to its full and remarkable height. Perhaps his breath taking cock would need the two of my hands to frig it, as one would be too small to fit properly ‘round its girth. Then two it would be; and I would pull at it up and down until his breathing became short and sharp. Then, without mercy or thought to elongating his pleasure, I would quicken my pace and set him aflame with anticipation for the coming explosion. Faster would I pull and tug o’er the grand length of this marvelous cock I had discovered, gleeful at the reddening of its head as it begins to drool and expands to its greatest proportions. Then, stammering under the intensity of my work, he would release himself to the heavens, and his swollen member would finally burst with boiling streams of creamy spendings. Jet after jet of it would rise and arc o’er his body, falling to splatter upon his chest and belly, flowing down into the nest of hair within the crook of his thighs.
All this ran through my mind, and determined me to make his acquaintance, in order to unravel the real and naked truth; also, if possible, to glean what I could of his antecedents and mode of life, which I felt sure must be extraordinarily interesting…
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