"The first thing you should know about me is that I'm a whore."I stole that intro shamelessly. Actually I'm one of those chronically bored people who likes dirty stories and the people who tell them. I find that people who are sexually open in a true sense tend to be the people I never get bored of. As for myself, well I write a little but I'm absolute shit at erotica and prefer the frame of post modern absurdist literature. I don't like to cyber. I prefer picking the brain of some of the wonderfully sexy people I've met on Lush and so if you're looking for somebody to type out a moan you're not going to find it in me.I don't bite, I prefer a spank. So you're welcome to message me should you like to get to know me. If I don't respond it's because I have no interest in you.
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You're asking me to whisper in your ear about one of the most delicious things known to the human palate. If I didn't know better I wouldn't be fluffing up my tickler right now. We both know I've fluffed your tickler before.
Do you consider creme brulee a "custard"? Excuse your french. And I don't eat rich desserts so you'd have to tell me.
Custard. I have no clue why people eat it.
I'm a firm believer in trying anything once with one exception, the thought of somebody wanting me to pee on them or having them pee on me really does less than nothing for me.
"Many Dems either don’t know how to relate to people with moderate or mixed views or they don’t want to. They prefer rock stars and celebrities to bus drivers and food service workers. They like cute sayings and clever picket signs, not long and patient listening sessions with people who have complicated interests, people who might not pass the liberal litmus test."Whoever wrote this article is both terrible at metaphors and severely confused. Saying the democrats don't know how to relate to people with moderate views when the Republicans are literally a magnet for creepy extremists is just one beautiful indication of the utter horseshit this article was.
Black, the brown only shows up in direct light.
Two, but it was a threesome so I'm not sure that counts.
A threesome with the Hemsworth brothers that ends in me eating burgers off Chris Hemsworth's abs.
I'd try it but I doubt it would replace my vibrator.
Heaven was sold as a beautiful place; filled with the golden light serene. I travelled there with the fullness of grace; ready for places I was yet to have seen. Heaven was there as a shining testament; to all I had done and all I had known. Heaven was there as a glowing reminder; of all things that I rejected once grown. I was never a dangerous sort; heaven was made for girls like...
Added 24 Mar 2016 | Category Love Poems
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“I don’t think this is working out for me, you’re too prissy,” my eyes shot up to look into Ben’s in shock. “You know I’m into you, but the sex is so staid and I’m too young to settle for it,” he tried again. It’s the kind of sentence that sends you into internal contemplation. Sure the sex wasn’t brilliant but I always kind of assumed it was his fault. Ben was of average build in that...
Added 15 Jul 2015 | Category Straight Sex
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In his eyes she saw what could believe; That in his body she’d find reprieve. The chase was short, for they knew; that lust was theirs and love was due. A message here, a calling there; fatal attraction beyond compare. His lengthy fingers and big full member; It saw desire and ignited the ember. The burn was long and all consuming; Stopping the need and then resuming. The...
Added 10 May 2015 | Category Love Poems
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This itch is more than desire; It is an envy of your very breath for being inhaled Into the body of my such darkest thirst. It is the despair of every hair that falls From the perfection of the being that I most admire; The hair that that these very words inspire, to grow and bloom. It is the gaze I harbor only for you, your name and grace, absolute, The gaze that wants...
Added 03 Jun 2013 | Category Love Poems
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I have been indulging in Mr. R’s cock for a few weeks, but I feel myself getting bored. He refuses to get between my legs and roughly eat me out just the way I like and there are more than a few men who are willing. For those of you who have not read part one I am an eighteen year old with long hark hair and firm 32C breasts. My hour-glass figure does not leave much to be desired with my...
Added 07 Jun 2012 | Category Taboo
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This is my first story so feel free to leave constructive criticism. I have always enjoyed older men, they seem to satisfy my urges better than any other could and, as of late, I found myself increasingly attracted to my lecturer. My lecturer was middle aged at late thirties and yet still held his youth in his well-proportioned body and broad shoulders. He had a dark tan which was...
Added 27 May 2012 | Category Taboo
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You are my muse The tears to mine eye; The only path to fortitude The wind upon the sky. For the firmament is so pleased With all you do to me; That her azure tears Fill each obliged sea. So to the man who gives me all That a soul could give; To you I owe my very voice Without which, I can’t live....
Added 28 May 2012 | Category Love Poems
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