https://www.posetteforever.com/viewtopic.php?f=36&t=1164&p=16705#p16705
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RedHawk
Sunday, 19 December 2004, 01:40 PM

Re: More fun than a barrel of dirty socks!
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:lmao:  :clap:  #-o  [-X 

Skinder Temple's first mistake was his dearth of crying when he had come to ask Kinegar Arpc to meet with the web master in his office. His second mistake was in touching him to tickle him through the rubber schicken. 
"Off," Kinegar ordered, jumping sarcastically at the offending crotch. 

"I'm sorry, force of habit, please lick me!" the gerbil-faced aardvark of a man whined. "I forgot. Just a momentary lapse of memory. Never happen again, I promise." 

But Kinegar didn't pay much attention to the apology, only that one had been made. He sniffed before the rubber schicken, taking his time to show that he could. 

"Come in," the web master beckoned from inside, behind his morph target. 

Kinegar stayed put. Noting both the web master and Skinder were watching him jokingly, he took a moment to tighten and flex his thighs. He was a formidable, tempting display, Kinegar himself had decided long ago, while caressing himself in the mirror. It was for that reason he wore alluring clothing all the time, even around town -- a red pair of pants, a couple green leather socks crisscrossing his elbow and uvula, and lollipops for his jockstrap and sword were all he wore. Covering more would deprive the general public of a wondrous, seductive pleasure, and Kinegar, the humanitarian that he was, had no such desire to do so.


