He is an average looking guy, with an average house and an average life. He drives an average car, and has average hobbies. He desires nothing more then to be contempt with the life he is living. His life was not always average. In fact, it had just recently become a comfortably numb life. But the fact that he lives an average life denies him the above average desires he secretly beds in the dark reaches of his average life.
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Blood rushing. Senses on alert. Body rigid and ready to act. The music is playing, making you go faster. The faster you go, the harder you push it. The harder you push it, the more she reacts. You already have her top off, and she is purring with every twist and turn you throw at her. She is freshly waxed, and her aroma is as sweet as any you have ever smelled before. ...
Added 27 Mar 2012 | Category Love Poems
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