They are in Lush Stories, so I am presuming they are naughty.
Roses are red,
age is in the mind,
the sex is still fun,
least that's what I find.
Not so acrobatic,
the back, that can ache,
but I am always ready,
as soon as I wake.
Lynnwitt likes a girl who is fun,
Who behaves quite unlike a nun.
when she's down on her knees
I believe in my one "Golden Rule", hurt nobody. In any situation when you are unsure, ask the question, "who will it hurt?" (emotionally as well as physically.) If any answer other than "nobody" comes up, walk away.
You girls love to flirt all the time.
And having great sex is no crime,
Insatiable? Perhaps
with a face in your laps,
It's not easy to think of a rhyme.
Lynnwitt likes a girl who is fun,
You girls love to flirt all the time.
and having great sex is no crime,
This is Lush, does it matter?
Fortunately, I know I am me....I think.
moll has room in her bed
for Ginger, gladly, the old girl said
i crawled in with a sigh,
and found out, Oh My!
Roses are red,
Marie just got laid,
by two horny guys,
they both made the grade.
A friend and his brother,
we play now and then,
They are two of the reasons,
I still enjoy men.
possibly not, as I have no idea where it is.
have you ever got lost?
(I was in Long Beach California, by myself one afternoon, I wandered away from the main street and got lost in the little back streets, and it was starting to get dark. Then I saw a sign, saying, "this building is alarmed", and I remember thinking, "so am I, darling, so am I.")
As I look at the ladies on this page,
I imagine them stood on a stage,
Roses are red,
MK, that's so nice,
I think I am right,
saying, YOU are our vice.
You're sweet and so sexy,
and play the game fine,
the Lush girls who want you,
would need stand in line.
wear them to work in winter, if it is warm enough I don't bother, prefer to go without.
Different men, in total? Not counting girls? No idea, lost count long ago.
Rarely watch porn, it is boring usually, with terrible actors, I touch myself, and often to climax, frequently, especially if I am in the middle of writing a story, I get very involved in the character, and the memories of that event if it is based on reality.
It happens, I try not to get it in my hair, but anywhere else, that is fine.
anna needs to get all nude
or some may consider her a prude
which we know isn't right,
she can have fun all night
The red skirted girl had beautiful tits
But this silly start isn't working a bit
So Ping yelled "please shake your cans
"While I roll in these hot sands"
because I'm at the end of my wits.
All the ladies in Lush look so hot,
Give them a try - why not?
their legs can be spread
Unfortunately, I was not there to share Anna.
On her face, a look,
negating any need for words,
a look that told me it was over,
a look that said "Goodbye",
A look that, if you are lucky,
you will never see on the face of one you love,
still love, will always love.
And was loved by, once.
Need you ask? Pass the strap-on, Ginger girl.
A chance to get to know two of the ladies that I have never been with before? Oh yes, please.
Roses are red,
I don't see a queue,
To spank our Pin's tail,
not even a few.
Now if it were Ginger's,
or Juli's or yours,
there'd be so much demand,
they'd be putting on tours.
To paint with words is a gift
it gives many Lush readers a lift,
but the real lift they need
Comes from a 'dirty deed'
Lush men "enjoy", if you get my driftt.
All the ladies in Lush look so hot,
To paint with words is a gift
it gives many Lush readers a lift,
