When Bill saw how Ginger was dressed,
No confusion or intention was guessed
He whipped out his willy
[And I think that might be the first time I've had a poem written about my bum. I'm flattered!]
I've sown some wild oats, I confess,
and many have took off my dress,
Years may have gone by
But I'm still never shy
(Getting us back on track) Ecstasy.
Most days. Doing it now in fact. Which is why my screen is now sticky.
I'll take it wherever I can get it. Putting my fingers in my vagina after a fuck and feeling it all sticky inside me is always delicious. But cum on my tits is good dirty fun too.
I've masturbated outdoors quite a lot, but almost always in places where I was fairly sure I wouldn't be caught. Because being caught would actually be pretty embarrassing.
I left a pair hanging from a bush once after some outdoor sex. I still wonder who found them...
Please take my knickers off.
So is that ten DAYS until the big news?
Or ten weeks?
Months...
Or is it one of those countdowns that goes straight to zero?
We're forming a coalition with the Conservative Party?
I have a large pair of scissors that will soon solve your problem.
Is it being taken over by cats?
I take credit for being the first (only?) person to submit a serious answer haha.
What a perfect excuse to read and enjoy this delightful piece all over again. Yummy. Xxx
I actually really like the idea of a contest where the title has to be a Beatles track. Could lead to some clever interpretations.
