Roses are red,
Lynnwitt is so shy.
Wait just a moment,
watching some pigs fly by.
How she can say that,
and keep a straight face,
I refer you to her rhymes,
and I now rest my case.
Roses are red,
double posts are a crime,
with punishment harsh,
administered this time.
Now what would be suitable,
and satisfy your lust?
Nipple clamps maybe?
And spanking's a must.
Or maybe tied down,
bent over a table?
there to be used,
by all who are able.
No certainly not. I would be completely naked.
Roses are red,
when I'm in the buff,
I admit I enjoy,
a nice bit of rough.
I like gentle touches,
and kisses when lavished,
but sometimes its nice,
to just lie and be ravished.
With arms tied behind me,
and legs held wide spread,
and two or three men,
with me in the bed.
They can take me to climax,
time after time,
And that's all that you're getting,
in this naughty rhyme.
Kissing above, and hoping to kiss elsewhere on her.
There was a young naval cadet
a young woman named Gloria he met,
Let's start with the first three, and hopefully move on to the fourth.
Roses are red,
your scenario sounds fine,
I creep in and join you,
for now, you're all mine.
I have often been told,
that I do give great head,
I will have to prove that,
to you in your bed.
I'm sure I can keep you,
coming so much,
then I will enjoy,
your sexy tongue's touch.
A Family camping holiday in my late teens. The campsite was close to a small lake, and my younger sister and I were wandering around when we found it. It was a hot summer's day, and I thought a swim in the cool water would be nice. I had not brought my swimsuit with me, having had no idea that there was anywhere nearby where we could swim, but I thought as I was wearing a bra and panties, I could get away with it. After all, there was nobody else around. I took off my sundress and sandals, and got in the water, enjoying the coolness. After a while, I made my way back to the shore, only to see sis pick up my dress and sandals, and hear her yell, "see you back at camp." I was left stood in just bra and pants, and getting wet had made them almost transparent. I had to walk about half a mile. On the way to the lake we had seen nobody else. On the way back, it felt like half the camp was out walking, I could not even guess how many people walked past me as I walked almost naked, almost all of them turning for a better view of me. I was blushing every step of the way.
A Whiter Shade of Pale-Procol Harem.
I get to choose all four?
Roses are red,
it depends on my mood,
to spank or be spanked,
or just to be nude.
If I have been chatting,
in Lush Stories, I find,
That I am more likely,
to present my behind.
But if I have only,
just got on the site,
and still don't feel horny,
I don't feel so bright.
If that should happen,
I have a real itch,
to work off my bad mood,
and be a real Bitch.
unfortunately, the smell of them stayed here.
A Roman of old named Horatio
Was secretly good at fellatio
With a seven inch tongue
And generously hung ,
he had an impressive sex ratio.
When ravished by six horny men
The one I was enjoying hot chat with earlier that night.
A Roman of old named Horatio
Was secretly good at fellatio,
with a seven inch tongue,
A Roman of old named Horatio
Was secretly good at fellatio,
with a seven inch tongue,
Yes, many times, used to go horse-riding weekly when in my teens.
Have you ever kissed a total stranger?
Roses are red,
Lush asks for our aid,
join the new mobile site,
that Lush has just made.
I started two topics,
but more are still needed,
in the new forum threads,
this Lush has conceded.
I never use mobile,
for playing online,
but for those who enjoy it,
the new site will be fine.
I doubt that the banter,
will be hot as in here,
but knowing Lush ladies,
it's bound to get near.
Her calves pressed softly on my pale white bottom
The feeldoe a slippin' barely past sodom
Teasing each entry
and promising plenty,
My hand slips slowly downward,
I tremble as it moves onward
Roses are red,
If Trinket is looking,
for someone to spank her,
we all will be booking.
For those not chosen,
to administer spanks,
the rest of us will watch,
and give many thanks.
The show will be special,
I'm sure we agree,
Watching our Trinket,
Over Lynn's knee.
Early evening, around 5.30. Means by the time I finish, rush hour is over, and the journey home is quicker and easier. Also, after five is when many of the girls from the local stores and the University get there, so there is plenty of female company.