"It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it." - Aristotle
Sunday, September 13, 2015
Rose Petals on her feet
She said,"I hold the
towel around my waist
differently than when
I was younger, before
when the towel would
slip, you would loose
your grip and quickly
act so that your junk
wouldn't show...now
you get out the shower,
hands no where near the
towel, and if the towel
slips off your hip, you
calmly reach for it, almost
as if you want the towel to
drop, as if you want me to
explore your continent...
you're slightly jaded, eyes
low you look a little faded,
but that spark still lingers,
the same spark you gave
me when you would kiss
my fingers..." I replied
with...
"You've changed as
well, before you
were more eager
to see my towel drop,
now that I want you
to see, you seem more..
resistant to look, but
your lips biting and the
caressing of my aura,
holding back, curiling
your fingers, your
pinky is crunched up
other hand between
your legs, your panties
are bunched up,you
want me eat so you
can say we went to
brunch but, I want to
fuck you with your
feet in the air watch
your emotions
combust, rumbustious,
sweating and heavy
breathing I feel you getting
lose...I want you to come
touch, your use to the
tease, me stirring up
your needs, I keep
you on your toes but
you want me to pull
your hair on your knees,
bouncing up and down
like my dick is a trampoline...
I want this towel to drop so
your mouth can follow suit,
I want to feel your sticky
lip gloss...follow the candle
lit trail and let the rose
petals stick to your
feet..."
towel around my waist
differently than when
I was younger, before
when the towel would
slip, you would loose
your grip and quickly
act so that your junk
wouldn't show...now
you get out the shower,
hands no where near the
towel, and if the towel
slips off your hip, you
calmly reach for it, almost
as if you want the towel to
drop, as if you want me to
explore your continent...
you're slightly jaded, eyes
low you look a little faded,
but that spark still lingers,
the same spark you gave
me when you would kiss
my fingers..." I replied
with...
"You've changed as
well, before you
were more eager
to see my towel drop,
now that I want you
to see, you seem more..
resistant to look, but
your lips biting and the
caressing of my aura,
holding back, curiling
your fingers, your
pinky is crunched up
other hand between
your legs, your panties
are bunched up,you
want me eat so you
can say we went to
brunch but, I want to
fuck you with your
feet in the air watch
your emotions
combust, rumbustious,
sweating and heavy
breathing I feel you getting
lose...I want you to come
touch, your use to the
tease, me stirring up
your needs, I keep
you on your toes but
you want me to pull
your hair on your knees,
bouncing up and down
like my dick is a trampoline...
I want this towel to drop so
your mouth can follow suit,
I want to feel your sticky
lip gloss...follow the candle
lit trail and let the rose
petals stick to your
feet..."
Thursday, September 10, 2015
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
Red light
A fluorescent bright
glow filled the dark
hot room on a warm
summer night, with a
cool breeze lightly
scraping across the
surface of her skin,
touching spots that
were wet.... her
flushed tan, sun vibrant
skin reached out to my lips,
called them to kiss, asked
me to put the ice in my mouth
and rub her belly, rub it so only
my lips and the tip of the ice
caress her navel,enough to arch
her back, raise her hairs, curl her
toes from the light blows, cringe
her face because of the tongue
smacking below....
The red glow
engulfed her erotic
stare, it magnified
her intense gaze as
I carefully played,
kissing her lace,as
my fingers danced
around her erogenous
zone, making it a pyrogenous
environment producing melodic
moans...light touches, light brushes
above the clit that felt imaginary,
imagery, the beauty of
symmetry try'em my S-
killfully fat tongue wants to...
glow filled the dark
hot room on a warm
summer night, with a
cool breeze lightly
scraping across the
surface of her skin,
touching spots that
were wet.... her
flushed tan, sun vibrant
skin reached out to my lips,
called them to kiss, asked
me to put the ice in my mouth
and rub her belly, rub it so only
my lips and the tip of the ice
caress her navel,enough to arch
her back, raise her hairs, curl her
toes from the light blows, cringe
her face because of the tongue
smacking below....
The red glow
engulfed her erotic
stare, it magnified
her intense gaze as
I carefully played,
kissing her lace,as
my fingers danced
around her erogenous
zone, making it a pyrogenous
environment producing melodic
moans...light touches, light brushes
above the clit that felt imaginary,
imagery, the beauty of
symmetry try'em my S-
killfully fat tongue wants to...
Saturday, September 5, 2015
Beach Chair (Explicit)
Published on May 30, 2015
Provided to YouTube by Universal Music Group North America
Life can be a Paradise
We usually like things
even but life is more
exciting when its
odd, 7 days in the
week,6 of those might
be hard, 8 might be
easy the numbers tend
to change, sometimes
you luck up and your days
remain the same, but there's
times when one has to cut
the grass extremely low,
snakes eyes glaring, my
Nina from Pasadena she
gotta watch for the low,
life can be easy, depending
on a throw, Life can be a
Pair of dice depending on
your roll...
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