I consider myself an anomaly. If you interact with me in "real" life, you'll find me to be sweet-natured, courteous, respectful, compassionate, and very charming. Truly, I am all those things—and more. I'm also very intelligent, witty, creative, romantic, and sensitive. Now, let's get down 'n' dirty. Should you wanna sexperience a healthy slathering of nasty, no-holds-barred, cum-oozing sex, you're in the right neighborhood. If you sojourn into my territory, see to it that you have an ambulance waiting (with the motor running). Why? 'Cause I may very well be the dirtiest, filthiest, most delightfully disgusting boy you'll ever cum upon. I mean, cum across. Oops, those came out wrong. Uh, that you'll ever encounter. That's better. Ya need to jumpstart your pathetic sex life? Expand your heretofore limited sexual horizon? Leave me a message and I'll cum rescue you.
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It wasn't a dare, per se, yet I sorta think of it as one. I heard some soft moaning coming from our preacher's office once day. I peeked in saw his daughter touching herself. We had always "liked" each other so, long story short, I put my sinful face tween her heavenly thighs and had communion.
I blew my load all over my desk. It happens whenever I talk with Estelle.
I have NEVER heard of a woman giving birth to an adult. Why, then, does the dialog proceed as follows? "Congratulations! I heard that your wife gave birth. What did she have?" "A baby girl."
At the top of my list is the use of third-person plural when third-person singular is correct. "When you bring your child to the sleepover, check to see that they brought their toothbrush." He or she and his or her is correct.
The word "cunt" should be used judiciously. I've been in trouble more than once with that one. Likewise with "bitch." I say them when I get caught up in sextreme passion. I NEVER mean them disparagingly.
My fetish is for my partner to wear a lacy thong and then I "eat" her out thru it until it's soaked. After that, I love to eat her some more while I pull her thong to the side. I fuck her the same way.
I guess I must have drifted away You moved your hand to shade my eyes I stepped up into the clouds reached down to pull you into me We left that world far below on the outskirts of yesterday I loved how your blue gingham dress fluttered between my fingertips With every moist and heaving sigh you shimmered like an oasis of lights The afternoons were longer then You whispered in...
Added 12 Apr 2012 | Category Love Poems
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