I wake up late in the afternoon and I open up the curtains. The sun is burning but I need to withstand it, gotta look like my best today. I grab a fresh pair of undies from the pile and put it on. No pants needed, with my skills with the ladies they wouldn't stay on long anyways ayyyy. I smell my shirt, 3 days old but the sweat stains haven't spread too much yet. No, this is a right amount of manly musk.
I go to the bathroom and grab the toilet freshener out of its carrier. I rub it around my neck, a scent of rosemary that would make any lady swoon ifuknowwutimsaiyan.
I login to KYM and do my daily checkup. Have my gals posted again? Yes, they most certainly have. I monitor them every post, as it's the duty of the don juan to know his lover through and through. I reply to 3/4th of their posts, not less because then I couldn't pass it off as a joke between lovers, not more because that would be suspicious towards the authorities. Slowly reeling them in, they are caught in my web of passion.
I look around, a mod seems to look at me, resting their hand on a banhammer. I gently wave in their general direction: "Don't worry, I'm only pretending." Their look turns to once of anguish and disgust. My skills in going undercover are clearly top notch.
What's this? My gal has posted again! She's online, the moment has arrived. I smell the screen and my breathing builds up. Ahhhh, young, ripe and 14 years of age. So sweet and innocent. Yes, this will be a fine harvest indeed. I do a pose in front of my screen as I once more swear my loyalty to them to myself. She never shows it to be mutual, but when you are a womanizer as myself you've build a six sense knowing when women want you.
The sweat is starting to build up, but I was prepared. A soft smell of rosemary is filling my room, gentle to the nose but passionate to the the lower lips. This musk would make a women open their legs on command ya feelin me. I undo my undies and grab the flask of lotion. These angel feathers I call my hands need to be as smooth as a baby's bottom before I touch their gentle skin.
The finishing touch: I create a thread on Riff-Raff, my Mecca of "only pretending". A shipping thread no less, declaring my love to them through a clear cover-up of just being thirsty. This is Riff-Raff, the mods will never suspect my "only pretending" to be genuine. But it's ok, she knows I love her, and we together know our love always prevails. I'm waiting for the sign and it arrives, she shows disgust towards the thread, our code for wanting to meet.
I send her a PM. I apologise for my previous behavior but it's all part of the plan as we are now in private. She is trapped, our bodies will become one very soon. Her hands are tied to her back and she can't escape. Her face shakes no, but I softly place my finger on her lips and give her a gentle wink as I whisper: "Don't worry, we're only pretending."
