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marie5555
Over 90 days ago
Bisexual Female, 59
0 miles · Manchester

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Tea, sadly coffee ends for me at 2 pm, after that only allowed tea, or soft drinks for now.
Above, Kiss.
For below, who knows, but a kiss is rarely unwelcome for anyone.
Roses are red,
I must find a boffin,
to design and build,
a 'Y' shaped coffin.

Then when I die,
they can lie me inside,
to spend all eternity,
with legs open wide.

I have grave doubts,
that I'm heading to Heaven,
of the Ten Commandments,
I broke number seven.

I have to admit,
Of the 10 that were sent,
I broke one or two others,
and a couple got bent.
Fortunately, there is no actual rule against sex on a plane, although you are not allowed to light a cigarette afterward. (not that I would)
Unfortunately, they are funny about you having sex on a plane.
Roses are red,
I find as I age,
a tendency sometimes,
to just skip that page.

It may look erotic,
and sexy as well,
but I know from experience,
it would give my knees hell.

Like being bent double,
for a lover to take,
might very much please them,
but it makes my back ache.

I would rather be lying,
with legs open wide,
flat on my back,
with a lover inside.

Or kneeling astride her,
enjoying her tongue,
then I won't be aching,
if I stay like this long.,
i dream of Naomi in bed
When her clothes have been shed,
she lies waiting, legs wide,
Paige is back in our fray,
Making sweet Ginger want to play,
She is looking so hot,
we all want what she's got,
Roses are red,
Lynn's plan sounds ideal,
I might invite a friend,
for the evening meal.

Some nice home-cooked food,
a bottle of wine,
with me for dessert,
that should suit him fine.

In bed with a lover,
who knows how to please,
flat on my back,
or on hands and knees.

So many positions,
we can't try them all,
but whatever we manage,
we will have a ball.
Why don't I come round tonight, and explain it to you? Could take some time though.
Roses are red,
we ladies don't fart,
to use such a term,
would break my pure heart.

As I am so innocent,
naive and chaste, (stop laughing.)
to employ such language,
would be in bad taste.

To admit to a fart
would be confessing I'd sinned.
We ladies prefer,
to say we 'passed wind'.

If such a bad smell,
should emerge like a fog,
we can always turn round,
and blame it on the dog.
Paige is back in our fray,
Making sweet Ginger want to play,
She is looking so hot,
Would that not be concomitant with the aforementioned proposition as stated?
Unfortunately, I don't think you have the right kind of drinking vessel that Ginger prefers.
marie makes me feel so slutty,
and her rhymes can sometimes be smutty,