laurel b.

Yeowch!

Still preddy hot

honestly i never thought the phrase “i want that twink obliterated” was like a sexual thing. like when i read the phrase i imagine “a meteor like the one that killed the dinosaurs is summoned from the heavens and hits the twink in question” type situation

so there's this exhibitionist who's only aroused by being looked at naked & who's extremely turned off by seeing other people naked. he can't solve this with a blindfold because he needs to visually witness his nudity being witnessed by others in order to get off but if anyone else whom he can see is naked, it just ruins things for him. his quest to bust and his aversion to the flesh of the Other leads him down an erotic road paved with selfish intentions until, by some stroke of misfortune, he stumbles into the home of a petty bureaucrat holding an orgy. nude but fleeing from the nudity of others, the exhibitionist streaks through narrow halls, down winding corridors, and finally escapes into the Mirror Room. and he sees himself, naked, for the very first time. two hours later when the orgy arrives at the Mirror Room they find a warm corpse on the floor with no reflection in the mirror. panic! screaming. fainting. chaos. the party's over, the police are called, somebody puts a sheet over the mirror because the lack of a reflection is upsetting people. week later the coroner is able to identify the body of the exhibitionist with reference to dental records and the cause of death is ruled to be sudden cardiac arrest. which is a relief because no one at the scene could even identify the body, everybody forgot what he looked like. no one could remember anything. a whole orgy detained for questioning. you can imagine the inconvenience. anyway, that's why we keep the dustcloth over it