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billy
2 hours ago
Bisexual Gender fluid, 74
0 miles · Kentwood
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OMG this thread! My girlfriend in college my freshman year gave me my most memorable hummer while we laid in the back of a pick up truck (not a Studebaker, unfortunately) being driven by my best friend with my future brother-in-law in the passenger seat. She was a horny little wench. We had a blanket back there but I still couldn't believe she was going for it ....And yes, she swallowed too....oh gawd.....
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I've said it elsewhere, but I think quality costs money and I believe this is a quality site. I would never have thought a 'literary' adult site would interest me as much, or that I could find rewarding friendships (and more) here, but I have. It even inspired me to write, after decades of just dreaming about writing, and for me personally, that has been very rewarding. I get a tingle when readers provide feedback that indicates that they enjoyed my meager offerings. I guess I'm a loyal lushie. And if the owner makes a buck or two on it, God bless her...nothing wrong with that, in my opinion.
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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
By Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
By Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
