About me? Well, as you can see, I'm getting a bit creaky now, but thankfully still have all my marbles. Well, most of them. Left school at 14 and went straight into the Post Office as a telegram lad. (Ask your Grandad)Served in the RAF and the Navy in WW2, came back to the Post Office and served in various departments and retired as a junior manager.Now a widower with two daughters, grandchildren and great grandchildren. And if you ask what I'm doing on here at my age, I'll tell you, - having the time of my life discovering new things, and new friends. I came into computering quite late. I bought my first computer about seven years ago, just before my wife died, since then it has been a continuing source of information and pleasure, opening up a world of which I was completely ignorant. Of course the inevitable porn, which shocked and amazed me, and eventually led me to sites like this, but also the sheer amount of information available. So much to discover, if you want it. I'm an absolute amateur in the ways of the computer, but I'm learning slowly, with the invaluable help of my friends. One very dear friend in particular.Friends. PLEASE, - LADIES ONLY. I like having friends but I'm not into collecting them just to build the numbers up. I want just a few to whom I can talk and have a few laughs with, so if you are interested, please lets have a few chats and get to know each other before requesting me for a friend. Oh, and if you are just wanting to build up your number of friends, please don't ask me, I don't want to be just one among hundreds!One very special friend I must mention is Littleluce. Lucy is a very dear friend whom I've known from the start of my ventures into cyber space. She is kind, caring and has always been a very special girl. Bless you Lucy, you're a gem.Edit. Lucy has now gone, and taken a great deal of my heart with her. The site will not be the same without her, but thankfully I have other friends who support me. Thankyou friends!
No, do you?
.....as to what the stains.......
Yes please, did you take notes?
Roses are red and I'd like to get cosyWith Heidi and Tonya and Lynn and sweet RosieThose beautiful maidens up here aboveAll willing and able and hungry for loveA wonderful time, with everyone nudeA sexy group hug, so loving, not rudeAll touching and fondling to find the best bitsAnd also of course, much squeezing of titsAll kissing and sucking and no ones much fussyIf someones hand should find a free pussyA wonderful time or so it would seemAs my thoughts float away in a beautiful dream
Unfortunately that leaves you still hungry and you have to start again.
Can you tell us what's making you moan, or groan?
......which the ladies enthusiastically cleaned.......
I'm not on my own then? I can take a bit of rubbish, but OMG, what monster have I given birth to?Hi Adi, I breath in again every time I breath out, so I guess I'm fine, thankyou. And how's yourself? Looking lovelier than ever.
If we used the term in it's original form, every adult woman should be called Mrs. Mrs is simply a shortened version of Mistress, the address for all adult women, as Mr is a shortened version of Master. It somehow lost it's original meaning and became the title of a married woman. I do agree though, that it would be good if the distinction between married and unmarried women could be avoided. As Simmerdown says, Ms does seem a bit forceful, and it isn't really a word, is it? But it's all we've got at the moment, how about trying to come up with some suggestions?
If you want a good fuck, then just take a look At ladies who’re well past their forties, You’ll find they’re not stuck, don’t go by the book But they’re very well versed in the naughties As well as the sylphs, take a look at the milfs So what if their figures are rounder, For those who are bold, there’s something to hold Nice and soft when your arms are around her Don’t go on the...
Added 09 Sep 2015 | Category Erotic Poems
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He’s an honest man, an upstanding man, a pillar of the community Of gambling, drunkenness and vice, he boasts of his immunity Not for him the lure of cards, the bottle never humours But so fine a man has no defence against unwelcome rumours Amongst the ladies in their groups, of reading, knitting, sewing A topic new has taken hold and simply keeps on growing “Have you heard, but keep...
Added 16 Aug 2015 | Category Erotic Poems
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Oh cock of mine, a cock so fine Was once a thing of beauty He stood so proud, he toed the line He always did his duty He never shirked, he always worked On that you could depend When called upon, then up he perked His essence he would spend But years go by and with a sigh And with increasing sorrow You realise what once was high Will not be so tomorrow When once with ease...
Added 04 Aug 2015 | Category Erotic Poems
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If you are a virgin and don’t need no urgin’ To stay in that unsullied state, You want to stay pure, of that you are sure And having no need of a mate If you are a virgin with no hormones a’surgin’ And no wish to sample the joys, Or feel the effects of unbridled sex They say happens between girls and boys If you resist all temptation, have no inclination To take a companion...
Added 01 Aug 2015 | Category Erotic Poems
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Oh Lady mine, I think you’re divine; A whore with lots of potential. You make all the fellers just stand in a line. That you’re good is quite evidential. You have quite a flair for putting it there And I don’t mean your talent for cooking. Everyone knows that you’re willing to share Your widespread experience of fucking. If to learn about sex, boys, at pictures you look Then...
Added 20 Jul 2015 | Category Erotic Poems
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I remember what a woman’s flesh felt like. The soft warmth, the gentle curves, the swell of a breast, the ample fullness of the buttocks. I remember the feel of her body against mine, how we fitted together in sleep, my protective arm over her, my hand cupping her breast. I remember the impulsiveness of our youth, when we didn’t sleep, when the hunger of our bodies required an urgent...
Added 25 Nov 2013 | Category Mature
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