BudgieSmuggler
Experienced
- Joined
- Mar 6, 2018
- Posts
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When I was small it was about how they seemed to be strangely different and got nicer treatment.
When I was a bit bigger it was about how they had prettier things.
When I saw the catalogues and before I knew why, I was jealous of their silky underwear.
When I read the obscure kotex advertisements I was jealous they could go swimming everyday.
When I started to know why I liked looking at the catalogues I became more jealous of their silky underwear.
When I kissed one, I was jealous of their soft lips.
When I started watching them and wondering what it would be like to kiss them all I was jealous of their playfulness with makeup and clothing.
When I had to start to shave my face everyday I became jealous of their soft skin.
When I got one as a girlfriend I was jealous of all the friends they had and how easily they talked.
When I tried finding another one I got jealous of how easy it was for them not to have to make the first move.
When I made the first move I got jealous of how easy it was for them to say no.
When I started working I was jealous of how it didn't seem as serious for them to find a profession that would last a lifetime.
As they bloomed I was jealous of how easy it was to be sexually manipulated by them.
As they became more mature I was jealous of how beautiful they became.
As they reached 'that age' I became disappointed their desires waned and jealous their social networking easily filled in the void.
I then became jealous a career still dominated for us but apparently not for them.
When the career came to an end I was jealous of all the social networks they had already set up that I had missed out on building.
When I was awake at night and feeling alone in the dark I was jealous they weren't also suffering the indignity of the need for a solitary wank.
When the virility started to fade I was jealous of how the amount of literature explaining ladies conditions overwhelmed the information available to men.
And now I find I'm jealous they don't seem to need to come to the personal pages in a search to fill the voids like the men.
Where will it end?
When I was a bit bigger it was about how they had prettier things.
When I saw the catalogues and before I knew why, I was jealous of their silky underwear.
When I read the obscure kotex advertisements I was jealous they could go swimming everyday.
When I started to know why I liked looking at the catalogues I became more jealous of their silky underwear.
When I kissed one, I was jealous of their soft lips.
When I started watching them and wondering what it would be like to kiss them all I was jealous of their playfulness with makeup and clothing.
When I had to start to shave my face everyday I became jealous of their soft skin.
When I got one as a girlfriend I was jealous of all the friends they had and how easily they talked.
When I tried finding another one I got jealous of how easy it was for them not to have to make the first move.
When I made the first move I got jealous of how easy it was for them to say no.
When I started working I was jealous of how it didn't seem as serious for them to find a profession that would last a lifetime.
As they bloomed I was jealous of how easy it was to be sexually manipulated by them.
As they became more mature I was jealous of how beautiful they became.
As they reached 'that age' I became disappointed their desires waned and jealous their social networking easily filled in the void.
I then became jealous a career still dominated for us but apparently not for them.
When the career came to an end I was jealous of all the social networks they had already set up that I had missed out on building.
When I was awake at night and feeling alone in the dark I was jealous they weren't also suffering the indignity of the need for a solitary wank.
When the virility started to fade I was jealous of how the amount of literature explaining ladies conditions overwhelmed the information available to men.
And now I find I'm jealous they don't seem to need to come to the personal pages in a search to fill the voids like the men.
Where will it end?