šŸˆ“8 The Buttbook

  • 24 April 2018

The elegant roundness of a girl’s bottom as she reclines across a draped Bohemian Chaise longue …

The motion of a youngĀ ladyā€™s posterior as she swishes her way through the Garden gates.
The nurse with her green gingham uniform tight to her bottom as she bends down to smooth the covers
I Ā have accidentally brushed against some
And have been, at opportune moments, a very happy frotteur.
I have studied their contours and haveĀ delineated a few with wax crayon on cartridge paper.
IĀ have kneaded slim firm buttocksĀ and indeed have planted soft kisses, like tips of folded wing, upon the more receptive and animate.
I am, in short, a GLUTEOPHILE.
I have been very fortunate in my quest; for, alas, Beauty is not in every shape and form and Ā admirable buttocks are indeed rare and illusory
But we must persevere and be alert at all times.
I grew up with little female company in a strict home bereft of Love and nurture and knew then that I was destined to be a priest.
I advanced through my studies with a confidence bordering on mania
My fellow acolytes tended to be introspective and morose
whilst I preferred the open countryside around Macnoise
I began to notice the lasses on their bicycles cycling to the village on an errand for their mothers
They would shyly smile at me and I in turn would nod my head in priestly fashion
Then I would reduce my pedal action and drop in behind them to attend to my duties