She just had no interest, and especially no desire, to be with a girl.She got out of the shower, dried and put on her robe. She decided that she would...have a glass of wine, poured one, and sat of the couch. She had some thinking to do before tomorrow.OK, time to be honest with myself. First, this was by far the best and most exciting sexual experience she'd ever had. She couldn't deny that even if she wanted to. Maybe it was the thrill of being chained down and forced to do it. Maybe it was the. Am I perverted?What is perverse or a perversion? Wikipedia calls it a quote: denotes a turning into the sick or abnormal or such a feeling and behavior.Now I ask myself, am I morbidly or abnormally predisposed or do I behave like this? Or is it not really about fetishism, i.e. a form of sexuality that focuses on certain objects or parts of the body?So, am I perverted?Let's take my profile apart.1. I like to wear nylons, as socks, stay-up nylons and tights. Perverse? I think no. This is also no. I bought another wine – my third of the evening and deciding that no-one at the bar was worthy of my sexual attentions, well at least no one with a vagina & breasts, I made my way back outside into the evening air. There were a multitude of conversations going on and peels of raucous laughter frequently pierced the night air. I spotted Shelly almost immediately with two other girls, also plus-sized. The three were huddled together, Shelly now wearing her black cardigan. I found a perch where I. I let her feed me till I was full, never taking my hands off her tits. I decided to softly caress her breasts when I was pleased, and, like the time she poked me with the fork, twist her nipples when I was pissed so she'd feel it and remember.There was still a pile of eggs and bacon on the plate. I debated putting it on the floor and making her eat it like a dog initially, but I decided to be nice and just let her eat it with the fork."Go ahead, the rest is yours." I watched her eat as I let my.