MartyMac

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I'm a 52-year old separated father of two. After many years of "vanilla", I'm enjoying something of an alternative lifestyle (virtually and in real life).

My special interest is my ma**ive sweater fetish (extending to sweaters, cardigans, sweaterdresses, scarves and hats... all used, naturally). I used to be a prolific buyer on Vinted, but the scent was always a bit of a lottery; sometimes, if I was lucky, items had a faint aroma of perfume, deodorant and sweat. Other times, they were drenched in Febreze 😫 I love the fact that I can buy to order on ATW 😈

Although I used to think I liked worn socks (the thicker / chunkier / woollier the better), I appreciate I'm nowhere near as hardcore as I thought. I've bought a few on ATW and, in truth, they nearly killed me 🤢🤣.

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Genre: Homme

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MartyMac

A tribute woven with wonder
Softly, she arrives like a summer dawn,
Thoughts shimmering like sunlight upon a stream.
Every whispered fantasy in her presence is born,
Lips rising gently, confirming every dream.
Listen: the world leans closer to her laughter,
As if all worldly secrets spin around her smile.
Rays of gold unfold behind on every paths she wanders,
Organic and orgasmic, she lingers but a while.
Soft sibilants spore, sweet sunflowers sprouting in Spring,
Immersed in her orbit, her admirers quietly comply.
Eyes of dazzling emerald - the promises her spirit will bring.
@stellasultrystash @rosiepeach

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MartyMac

Sensuous and sassy, out of nowhere her eyes appeared,
Tickling my imagination, making the world better,
Echoes of her follow me; her wit, her voice, her smell,
Life has never seemed so real, the façade so wonderous,
Losing my ability to blink, to sleep, to eat, to think…
And, yet, my heart beats faster, faster, faster, faster still!
Racing, rushing, rambling; never stopping
Or perhaps it never will?
Stella, you have changed my life
I can’t remember what it used to be
Endless, like the sands of time, this world will always be.
@stellasultrystash @rosiepeach

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