Friday, October 10, 2008
Fall Flasher - Caped Crusader: The Man Of My Dreams
Caped Crusader, The Man Of My Dreams
By Elizabeth Black
While most people think Bruce is a mild-mannered millionaire, they don't know his secret. Or mine. I'm right there with him, dressed in my yellow cape, fighting crime by his side, but all I can think about is the way his powerful thighs fill out his tights. When he throws the batarang at a thief and konks him over the head on the first try, I want to take him in my arms and plant a hot, wet kiss on his firm lips. That mouth! That jaw! So angular and strong, yet so vulnerable at the same time.
To me, he is the man of my dreams. To him, I'm just "the kid".
If only he knew how much I want to go down on his bat boner! To take the full length of him in my mouth, sucking and licking, until he shot his jizz down my throat. Sheer nirvana! Every night I imagine the salty taste of his jizz filling my mouth and rolling over my taste buds. Yearning to run my hands over his bulging pecs, I fight a chubby every time we jump into the batmobile together to chase down yet another bad guy.
When he put on that new high-polymer Kevlar vest, I got hot all over when I saw that it barely contained his massive chest. Each day, I resist groping his broad shoulders to run my hands over his erect nipples and then rest my fingers across his taut six-pack. His back is a sea of rippling bulges, bringing out a bulge of my own where I can't hide it in this flimsy leotard. Why, oh, why must he torture me?
Has he ever noticed? He's never said a word to me. Strong and silent, he takes me under his wing like a father figure, and never before have I wanted to commit incest like I do with him. Oh, Daddy, spank me! I've been a very bad boy! Take those strong hands of yours and spank me good and hard! Yet when he looks at me he sees a kid brother. A young son. The power differential is disappointing but it could be very erotic if he would just let go every once in awhile.
How can I make him understand that he makes me so hard that I could shoot blood? Would he cringe if he knew that I would take any chance to shove down the seats in the batmobile and ravish him? How I desire him! What I would give to take him and give him the hot pleasure I know he craves but doesn't get? As he has told me many times, being a superhero is a lonely business.
I can alleviate his loneliness, if only he would let me. Give me the courage… I will suck his loneliness away! If only he would let me.
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Posted by Elizabeth Black at 10:19 AM