In the Corner
In the corner he stands. Facing the wall, his hands to his sides. Naked and appearing so vulnerable, so alone. And you might, indeed, think him a lonely man. A sad man. Even maybe a pathetic man. But let’s take a closer look before we go away with our own first impressions, shall we?
Look, when we try to peer into his eyes (because really, when it’s all said and done, that’s where one can quickly ascertain the truth of a person, isn’t it?), there’s something covering his face. My, oh, my, is that what I think it is? Yes, it is. Panties! Panties covering the dear boy’s face. Now what did he do to merit that?
But, wait! Look at how the crotch of those panties are placed strategically over his nose. We must get in a little closer. Let’s just cozy up next to him and see exactly what is going on here. Goodness! Looked at how soiled the panties are! Even from here the scent is quite robust. The scent of sex, I dare say. The pungent scent of man-woman sex. Intriguing. Quite intriguing.
Now that we are so close, do you see what I see? Look at that penis sticking out so straight and stiff from his groin. Hmmm. A rather small one, isn’t it? Nonetheless, it’s quivering and bobbing just a bit. Pity to the poor woman he might try to mount with that silly little thing. How tedious and utterly boring it would be for her, don’t you think?
Do you hear that? Coming from the wall of the corner our little mini-meat-man stands against? It’s muffled, but still exuberant and loud. What could it be? Did you see that? I do believe that puny appendage of his just twitched. Why, he’s reacting to the moans and groan, the creak of bed springs, the slapping of flesh we are hearing from the other side of that eggshell white wall! And look at that! He just took a deep sniff of those panties. Oh, he did it again. And again. Look at that tiny stone pencil of his actually quivering.
Wait. Someone is saying something from behind the wall. Let’s listen.
This is what you deserve, you sad excuse for a husband. Do you hear me, Henry? Are you smelling the fuck on my panties while I’m getting my next dose of real man cock? You’re a loser, Henry. And you’ll stand there in the corner like the sorry dick-wad you are while I fuck this stud.
Oh my! I think we have our answers. And, at this point, I do believe we should leave Henry to his moment of bliss.
