She is so devilishly aluring in the flicker of a firelight. I could hardly contain my composure, I pulled her closer. I could smell the fragrance of her bath oils. I wantonly embraced her by her hips and began to kiss her soft lips. I left no corner of her mouth untouched with my lips. I moved down to kiss her neck, and I could hear her exhale with approval.
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I'm a doctor, let me take your temperature with my "thermometer".
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^ Really, I just slept at a Holiday Inn last night.
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I'm a plumber do you need your sink fix?
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it's daddy. I wanted to drop by and at least tell you that I saw your (MMMM) post(MMM). I will be salivating on myself at work today. I haven't forgotten my promise, so please check back later. I just som things to tie up , and I am working late. XOXO baby. Daddy.
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Hi Daddy, so nice to hear from you. I will check back later, but in the meantime I am getting all worked up thinking about it. My cheeks are flushed and my chair is damp.:)XOXO Daddy
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That isn't that hard to find.
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Sit in Daddy's lap
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^well, daddy I would love to "sit" in your lap. I just won't be one of many, make up your mind, you want what we have, or you want to be a player...let me know.
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Will someone please keep the oversexed kids off of this damn site?
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On the way home, I began to think of Vixen, ?My ON again OFF again? girlfriend. She comes and goes as she pleases. I have not seen her in months, nor heard much from her. I often wonder if she has a double life. Perhaps she is in an Intelligence Circuit, or maybe she some Plain Jayne with a family, and a picket white fence. I don?t know much about her life when she is away, mostly because we prefer it that way . Our unions are rarely of a simple nature, like your average walks in parks, or the occasional ?nights out? with other couples. The Vixen I know and love, is whirling dervish of sensuality, and charisma. I feel we get along so well, because we both enjoy exploring our self-indulgence and sexual appetite. Our last outing, more like a few days, we attended a glamorous costume party at the Beynac Castle in P?rigord Noir, France. We drank the finest Bergerac (rouges and blancs) and Monbazillac with the here-do-wells of france. Having Been a former student of the castle?s owner, I was allowed entry to the private wine cellar, my teacher dubbed, Sous Le Terre. She passed me a skeleton key and smiled at Vixen. With a wink in her eye said: ?Remercie moi apr?s ?a. si j'?tais plus jeune ?.
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A few feet into the darkend maze of lavish vintages, I struck long match against the muggy brick of the cellar, lighting the lamp. Looking behind me I could see Vixen?s Eyes flickering in rhythm with the flame. I turned my arm towards her direction lighting her Au Latte skin beaming like an orange october moon. There were several times when I was starting to feel the effect of the wine on my eyesight and balance, but I managed, with help from vixen tugging on my pettycoat.
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Here I am baby.
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There are other sites for whores peddling thier wares. Why don't you get on the infamous C.L. and make some money?
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... Then I f***ed her like the whore that she was. THE FUCKING END!
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