I AM happy and horny and awake!
I have never, in 50-odd years of having hair down under, cut or removed a single one. I felt Tom Hanks' pain in Sleepless when he asked: "Whatever happened to pubic hair?" But I got used to it. I still prefer bush, but it's marginal.
Slipping in and cuddling you.
Live, no. Chocolate covered, yes.
Tights are great if you want a stinky cunt. I drove a friend from London to Edinborough in August. She was getting kind of ripe by Carlisle, but when she removed her tights in Edinborough I almost threw up.
Every encounter is different. Anything from ten minutes of furious fucking to three hours of kissing and licking and rubbing and whatever feels right. If I leave my partner at least as happy as I am it was good.
Fond is such a tame word. Madly, deliciously head over heels in love comes closer. Oops, did I say that out loud?
I'll certainly not pass up the chance of a drink, a date, or a fuck with the beautiful Red Sun.
I am happy and horny. It's wet and miserable out, but it's a beautiful day.
Do I have to pay for my share?
Better find the cause of the noise.
The fist that recently left me, and the dog which came for a cuddle.
Yes, that's what they are for, isn't it?
Have you ever had sex on a train?
About 24 hours ago, and it's not a good feeling.
Yes.
Ever had three cocks or strapons in you at once?
Rider cock horse to Banbury Cross.
(I know, so sue me.)