The name is Bunny_Chow, the witty, unassuming, flirty, possibly mentaly unstable, funny, sometimes quiet, sometimes quieter, but never silent, likable & lovable guy from Durban. "Howzit my bru!?!-------------------------------------------------------------------
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It's Frisky Risky Flirty Friday!!
Beautiful
Get The Fuck Out!!!
There comes a time in ones life when you just have to put your foot down ... and hope to squash the bug underneath.
Sensual
Ahead again.
I would start with a paddle then use an open hand.
It's like riding a bike.
Hehehe, I'm heading for OZ, there's someone I wanna, talk to. (Wink Wink Nudge Nudge)
Your knees are aching, your ass is raw, I could stop, but you're begging for more. You sweating, you're shaking and you want to cum, Yet you know full well that your wishes are numb. I am your Master, as you are My slave, Discipline is what's needed when you misbehave. A paddle, a crop or my open hand, It depends on the hourglass and, in it, the sand. I know what you like and...
Added 26 Dec 2012 | Category Love Poems | Votes 9 | Avg Score 4.89 | Views 670 | 10 Comments
You stand there, dripping, all tied up, leaving me with so many places to go. Blindfolded, your senses heightened. You squirm in your restraints, not wanting to be free. My mouth begins to water as I drop to my knees, I can smell your moistness, but I want to taste. My breath on your snatch makes you quiver and you moan, wanting me to want more. I kiss your clit gently, then let...
Added 26 Apr 2012 | Category Love Poems | Votes 8 | Avg Score 4.75 | Views 945 | 7 Comments
When I cry, it is your, ... nature that gives me hope. When I laugh, it is your, ... smile that gives me joy. When I think, it is your, ... being that gives me thought. When I breath, it is your, ... essence that replaces air. When you drink, ... it is my spirit that quenches your thirst. When you see, ... it is my beauty that gives you sight. When you listen, ... it is my...
Added 22 Apr 2012 | Category Love Poems | Votes 11 | Avg Score 4.82 | Views 272 | 9 Comments
I don't know why I could smell her sweet scent around me. She wasn’t here. Could it be she had drifted into my mind and enveloped my very being? Possibly. Her voluptuous full lips, Silky pale skin, Those soul penetrating eyes? Definitely . I could search, a thousand years, For something as wondrous as her cheeky smile, As sensually graceful as her, glide across a room, ...
Added 19 Apr 2012 | Category Love Poems | Votes 11 | Avg Score 4.82 | Views 513 | 9 Comments
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