Saying I will if you will so will I.
You are sweet, but you are a man. Pass.
Not even with a ten-foot pole, which I happen to have.
AM, knowing he can't have me, nonetheless finds several excuses a day to tell his other half he's nipping to the corner shop just so he can gaze in my window. When I lift my hem slightly so he can see my bush I swear he shoots off in his drawers.
OWn - nope, I think that's impossible. Give me a minute to come up with something better. Of course, silly me:
OWnership
Guilty
You have had sex in the stairwell of an apartment building. Double penalty if someone was trying to open the door you were blocking.
Fucking you for many orgasms.
What are my options? Drink, Date and Fuck? Yes.
This is to report that all is well in Graceland.
Ladies, if any of you wants a hug, or kisses, or a grope, my door is open. Men, I'm getting better but it's still a long road before I can touch you. But if talk can help my door is open.
I AM not looking forward to telling my husband his favourite cat has died,
Baby, it's cold outside. I'm slipping in and I'm staying until the temperature reaches Spring. In case we get bored of sex I brought some playing cards.
I hope you drink tea, Night. Passing you a cup of orange pekoe
I am the sexiest. I will always be the sexiest. You may squabble all you want over my throne, but it is now and ever shall be mine.
It's early bedtime tea time.
I don't think of myself as either, although I'm probably a switch within not very extreme limits.
