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| Country | UK |
| Age | 79 |
| Location | Inverness-shire |
| City | Inverness |
| Preferred Age | From 70 To 99 |
| Height | 5ft9-5ft10 (175-178cm ) |
| Body Hair | Smooth |
| Facial Hair | Mustache and Beard |
| Build | Regular |
| Smoker | Non Smoker |
| Role | Rather Not Say |
| Ethnic Origin | Caucasian |
| Last Logged On | Today |
| I consider myself | Submissive |
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Up to date: Did I mention that I have been pretty naughty and I need a man who is adept in the use of the cane. There are of course plenty of additional ways I could have corrective punishment administered if the man was so inclined. I also have very good nipples.
I will tell you a true story, if you like. Quite a few years ago I was visiting south of London, so I set out to walk from Euston to Waterloo. The walk is not far and is filled with interesting things for a non-Londoner. Somewhere along the way (I know not where), quite, I spied a small neon sign above the pavement: Gay Scene. Without a second thought I dived in. Midday the place seemed to be busy. I was blurrily aware of people, men and boys, busying themselves with their scene. Wearing my usual anonymous disguise of dude motorcycle jacket and jeans, plus my rucksack, it must have been obvious that I was not part of any gay scene they would recognise. A slightly aggressive man behind a counter said "You're here for the show, right". No question, I paid.
Down a long narrow yelllow-lit stairs there was room filled with assorted metal-canvas chairs, and a stage which was probably made from pallets. I was suitably stunned when a young man wearing only socks and knickers paraded across the stage. I had always thought there was nothing more to male stripping than the bulging, sweating, supermacho image normally purveyed, but as the acts followed it became clear that these were boys more interested in being sissy than macho. Before I left there was a truly stunning lad who performed to his tape in a manner which made it perfectly clear he was neither macho nor a top. I couldn't take any more. Because this was evidently a legal club, by the time he was otherwise bare he had to be wearing the regulation floppy socks - and also a neckerchief worn boyscout style using a woggle. I worried about this at the time...if he got off by being naked for his audience of raincoats, why not take off as much as possible. Later I came to realize he was teasing right to the end - there was a little more still to come.
Whatever, what I saw that afternoon told me something I do not wish to forget. At the time I was already too old to be doing what that blissful boy was doing, and heaven knows that's even more so now! But I do know that if I had it all again I would be doing just that, stripping bare, showing off my bum and my thighs, teasing a roomful of lustful men
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I will tell you a true story, if you like. Quite a few years ago I was visiting south of London, so I set out to walk from Euston to Waterloo. The walk is not far and is filled with interesting things for a non-Londoner. Somewhere along the way (I know not where), quite, I spied a small neon sign above the pavement: Gay Scene. Without a second thought I dived in. Midday the place seemed to be busy. I was blurrily aware of people, men and boys, busying themselves with their scene. Wearing my usual anonymous disguise of dude motorcycle jacket and jeans, plus my rucksack, it must have been obvious that I was not part of any gay scene they would recognise. A slightly aggressive man behind a counter said "You're here for the show, right". No question, I paid.
Down a long narrow yelllow-lit stairs there was room filled with assorted metal-canvas chairs, and a stage which was probably made from pallets. I was suitably stunned when a young man wearing only socks and knickers paraded across the stage. I had always thought there was nothing more to male stripping than the bulging, sweating, supermacho image normally purveyed, but as the acts followed it became clear that these were boys more interested in being sissy than macho. Before I left there was a truly stunning lad who performed to his tape in a manner which made it perfectly clear he was neither macho nor a top. I couldn't take any more. Because this was evidently a legal club, by the time he was otherwise bare he had to be wearing the regulation floppy socks - and also a neckerchief worn boyscout style using a woggle. I worried about this at the time...if he got off by being naked for his audience of raincoats, why not take off as much as possible. Later I came to realize he was teasing right to the end - there was a little more still to come.
Whatever, what I saw that afternoon told me something I do not wish to forget. At the time I was already too old to be doing what that blissful boy was doing, and heaven knows that's even more so now! But I do know that if I had it all again I would be doing just that, stripping bare, showing off my bum and my thighs, teasing a roomful of lustful men
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