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CumGirl
1 day ago
Bi-curious Female, 53
United Kingdom
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Attention Whore
Thinks Mitt Romney still has a working brain cell ... possibly even two x
And Mitt ... thank you for your contribution to London 2012 ... and if you ever move from being a contender to a real President, don't call us, we'll call you ...
But lets be honest, we all know that isn't going to be a call that we're going to be making anytime soon x
And Mitt ... thank you for your contribution to London 2012 ... and if you ever move from being a contender to a real President, don't call us, we'll call you ...
But lets be honest, we all know that isn't going to be a call that we're going to be making anytime soon x
Attention Whore
Dying Love
My fingernails are worried stubs,
My cuticles do bleed,
The teardrops glistening in mine eye
I do wish you would heed.
Pale memories do tease my mind,
Near lost to my recall,
Of days when I would glow devout
Heart captured in your thrall.
When winter turned to brittle spring,
Dark buds did blossoms spew
And light did warm my wanting skin
As I was made anew.
My timid petals did unfurl,
Most beauteous was I,
Radiant from your newfound love,
Enrapt by passion’s sigh.
Summer’s bounty we did embrace,
In dappled meadows rest,
Cool wafting breeze about my skin,
Contentment in my breast.
Beneath azure, unblemished skies
I troth to you my heart,
Heedless of the dense storm clouds come
To cleave my world apart.
Now I sit amongst fallen leaves;
Memories of our time;
Picking through the dying fall
As doleful bells do chime.
Despising each and every thought
That cackles through my mind,
Floundering ‘neath the truth of a
Relationship declined.
Stomach knotted, sweated palm
Harsh throbbing in my temple;
Wondering if our future is
Not to be a couple
Hateful, loathsome, horrific thought
I cannot lock away;
That this true love has run its course
A dead horse we do flay.
And do I dare to ask of you
Of which way we should go?
Trembling as I await your words,
Battered heart crying … “No”
Challenge: Feeling like a teenager suffering through their first major crush.
My fingernails are worried stubs,
My cuticles do bleed,
The teardrops glistening in mine eye
I do wish you would heed.
Pale memories do tease my mind,
Near lost to my recall,
Of days when I would glow devout
Heart captured in your thrall.
When winter turned to brittle spring,
Dark buds did blossoms spew
And light did warm my wanting skin
As I was made anew.
My timid petals did unfurl,
Most beauteous was I,
Radiant from your newfound love,
Enrapt by passion’s sigh.
Summer’s bounty we did embrace,
In dappled meadows rest,
Cool wafting breeze about my skin,
Contentment in my breast.
Beneath azure, unblemished skies
I troth to you my heart,
Heedless of the dense storm clouds come
To cleave my world apart.
Now I sit amongst fallen leaves;
Memories of our time;
Picking through the dying fall
As doleful bells do chime.
Despising each and every thought
That cackles through my mind,
Floundering ‘neath the truth of a
Relationship declined.
Stomach knotted, sweated palm
Harsh throbbing in my temple;
Wondering if our future is
Not to be a couple
Hateful, loathsome, horrific thought
I cannot lock away;
That this true love has run its course
A dead horse we do flay.
And do I dare to ask of you
Of which way we should go?
Trembling as I await your words,
Battered heart crying … “No”
Challenge: Feeling like a teenager suffering through their first major crush.
Attention Whore
Not Tonight My Dear
I’m bushed, I’m whacked, I can’t , I won’t
I really must insist;
So please don’t stand there pouting with
Your hands upon your hips.
My head does throb quite awfully,
A migraine I suspect.
All mine blood has retreated there,
My cock is un-erect.
I think I’ve got a temperature
My body it burns flushed;
Aching bones and feverish chills,
I’m feeling cruelly crushed.
A sudden downpour did drench me;
Umbrella it is broke;
Hailstones as big as tennis balls,
It really was no joke.
The train was late, my mobile dead,
No sugar in my tea;
My work computer’s playing up,
I was stung by a bee.
I’ve got a memo; I’ve been fired,
Thrown onto the scrapheap.
The stress is quite unbearable,
I only need some sleep.
My uncle’s ill, my aunt is dead,
End of the world is nigh;
So please do stop your wriggling,
That stroking of your thigh.
There’s famine, plague and pestilence,
The world has gone all wrong.
Oh what’s that glinting ‘twixt your lips?
You’re wearing your pearl thong.
I’m bushed, I’m whacked, you’re such a tease.
What has got into you?
I can’t, I won’t, unless, perhaps,
A slow, romantic screw,
Where I could rest my aching head
Amongst those pillows soft,
As gently you mount my stiff cock
Your body held aloft.
And you could ride me tenderly;
I could allow you that.
What’s that my dear, I missed those words?
“You fucking useless twat …
I’d rather fuck the garden shears
Raw ginger in my rear
Fellating Beelzebub himself
So … Not tonight my dear.”
Challenge: Striptease
I’m bushed, I’m whacked, I can’t , I won’t
I really must insist;
So please don’t stand there pouting with
Your hands upon your hips.
My head does throb quite awfully,
A migraine I suspect.
All mine blood has retreated there,
My cock is un-erect.
I think I’ve got a temperature
My body it burns flushed;
Aching bones and feverish chills,
I’m feeling cruelly crushed.
A sudden downpour did drench me;
Umbrella it is broke;
Hailstones as big as tennis balls,
It really was no joke.
The train was late, my mobile dead,
No sugar in my tea;
My work computer’s playing up,
I was stung by a bee.
I’ve got a memo; I’ve been fired,
Thrown onto the scrapheap.
The stress is quite unbearable,
I only need some sleep.
My uncle’s ill, my aunt is dead,
End of the world is nigh;
So please do stop your wriggling,
That stroking of your thigh.
There’s famine, plague and pestilence,
The world has gone all wrong.
Oh what’s that glinting ‘twixt your lips?
You’re wearing your pearl thong.
I’m bushed, I’m whacked, you’re such a tease.
What has got into you?
I can’t, I won’t, unless, perhaps,
A slow, romantic screw,
Where I could rest my aching head
Amongst those pillows soft,
As gently you mount my stiff cock
Your body held aloft.
And you could ride me tenderly;
I could allow you that.
What’s that my dear, I missed those words?
“You fucking useless twat …
I’d rather fuck the garden shears
Raw ginger in my rear
Fellating Beelzebub himself
So … Not tonight my dear.”
Challenge: Striptease
Attention Whore
Come look into my glinting eyes
They promise you the truth.
Disregard that utter nonsense
Provided by yon sleuth.
Those accusations don't believe
Don't think those things of me.
My adoration still rings true
Please harken to my plea.
Those photographs; that sluttish whore,
To me are quite unknown.
It is not my pale quaking thighs
Straddling that stiff bone.
Cross my fingers and hope to die
Those moaning lips aren't mine,
That gobbling mouth, those thrusting hips,
The arching of her spine.
The thrusting buttocks slapping down
Body consumed by bliss;
The mewling, groaning, so flushed face
Embracing that abyss.
Her soaking hair stuck to her skin,
Endlessly bouncing breasts;
Do you really, really believe
I'd fuck one of our guests?
That I would sneak from your warm grasp
Another cock to find?
That I would mount him in his sleep
His thick shaft to grind?
That sodden, pulsing, needy me
Would soak him with my lips,
Muscles spastic about his length
As into me he slips?
That I would milk that gorgeous dick
Desperate for his cum,
And scream in shameless ecstasy
Til body, mind are numb?
So look upon this innocent,
Believe in me I beg.
And please, oh please, oh please ignore
What's seeping down my leg.
Smiles chastely
Wriggles about soaking thighs
Challenge: Watching public sex
They promise you the truth.
Disregard that utter nonsense
Provided by yon sleuth.
Those accusations don't believe
Don't think those things of me.
My adoration still rings true
Please harken to my plea.
Those photographs; that sluttish whore,
To me are quite unknown.
It is not my pale quaking thighs
Straddling that stiff bone.
Cross my fingers and hope to die
Those moaning lips aren't mine,
That gobbling mouth, those thrusting hips,
The arching of her spine.
The thrusting buttocks slapping down
Body consumed by bliss;
The mewling, groaning, so flushed face
Embracing that abyss.
Her soaking hair stuck to her skin,
Endlessly bouncing breasts;
Do you really, really believe
I'd fuck one of our guests?
That I would sneak from your warm grasp
Another cock to find?
That I would mount him in his sleep
His thick shaft to grind?
That sodden, pulsing, needy me
Would soak him with my lips,
Muscles spastic about his length
As into me he slips?
That I would milk that gorgeous dick
Desperate for his cum,
And scream in shameless ecstasy
Til body, mind are numb?
So look upon this innocent,
Believe in me I beg.
And please, oh please, oh please ignore
What's seeping down my leg.
Smiles chastely
Wriggles about soaking thighs
Challenge: Watching public sex
Attention Whore
Quote by LauraLee_sugah
kiss this wet, swollen puss.
stick your tongue in and drink me.
it belongs to you.
ummmmmm, is this too much?
It is too many syllables in the first line ... is that what you meant, LauraLee?
Nectar coated mouth
Rabidly consuming flesh
Perfect, pulsing, me.
