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

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Adult Spin-The-Bottle. Where she stops, the one facing her slit gets to play.
Roses are red,
tied down for Lynn,
the mind boggles with thoughts,
of what she'd slide within.

A tongue or a vibe,
a finger or thumb?
Whatever it is,
I'm certain to come.

Helpless, unable,
to resist her demands,
that I work to please her,
with mouth and with hands.

With RB waiting,
to take her place,
between my legs,
a smile on his face.

I wonder if Lynn,
would enjoy watching him,
as his (claimed) huge erection,
slides into my quim.
My entry for this competition was started three days before the competition was announced, (coincidence or Precognition, or the hand of fickle fate- you decide.)and has already received a lot of votes, but I would really like more. It is a true story of when I met my husband, we met on the Friday night, he asked me to marry him on Sunday Morning after spending the intervening time together. I said Yes and we were married for over twenty years.
It is basically a Love story, but naturally there are descriptions of sex, so hopefully it will appeal to a wide audience.
Quote by sprite


Someone's gonna get a spanking if they continue to be cheeky.


Is this an open offer or a challenge?
Waking up in the arms of a loved one, and thinking, "the hell with it, I will get the later train to work."
Don't hurt anyone. (emotionally or physically. Everything else is okay.)
Quote by nicola
Good point, it slipped my mind. Thanks Scott.



Don't worry Nicola, memory lapses are common when you reach a certain age. (pause for screams of outrage. Pack bags ready for eviction from site. )
Only as a passenger. My ex used to make me play a game where I was not allowed to pull my dress down, and as he liked me in very short dresses with no underwear, the low seats in the car displayed everything when the dress rode up. If I tugged the dress down three times, he would strap my arms inside the seat belt so I couldn't touch the hem. A lot of motorists, especially bus and lorry drivers, enjoyed some rather good views of me.
Gladly, and it would not really matter which of us won, although I think neither of us would lose.
I find a lover usually enjoys having something to remove. One described it as being like a Chritmas Present. The contents are the same, but unwrapping it is half the fun.
Roses are red,
therein lies the rub,
men are too quick,
and not just with grub.

A woman takes time,
to create the right mood,
then she can eat it,
and I am not talking food.

I would really enjoy,
being Lynn's main course,
before indulging,
in hot intercourse.
Roses are red,
the recipe sounds nice,
but I would rather enjoy,
your sexier vice.

The only thing ,
that I want to be spread,
is my naked body,
across your bed.

You won't need an oven,
for my temperature to rise,
now kiss me hard,
to muffle my cries.

I wriggle and squirm,
as your fingers explore.
Can I misquote Oliver Twist,
and say, "Please Lynn, more"?
Roses are red,
the bidding has ended,
which, I am sure,
is what Lynn intended.

The Belgian Spice cookie
has won the day,
now I am Lynn's,
to enjoy as she may.

As she is the winner,
of the auction lot,
she gets to sample,
my honey pot.
Roses are red.
only a cookie,
to get RB,
to enjoy some nookie?

I know they say,
every man has his price,
but a cookie for nookie,
I don't need asking twice.

Pardon me a moment,
while I go to the store,
Only have a few left,
think I need to buy more.
Roses are red,
it is so cold, truly,
I think I will stay,
in bed with Juli.

When temperatures fall,
and snow's all you see,
where better than bed,
with Juli with me?

with wandering hands,
and kisses sublime,
I'm certain we'll have,
a wonderful time.