The moisture from that warm erogenous breeze seducing your alluring face with its enticement was in reality my tender breath upon your inviting form I was as a victorious warrior seeking his alluring prey and knowing full well that no was not an option; a symbol not recognized by my indignation of refusal You were scented with the oils of carnality and I succumbed to the intoxication of lust, anointing me finally as the curator of your animality; now what ?.

gr8jesus gr8jesus
51-55, M
1 Response May 4, 2012

My my my gr8jesus the images you conjure! <br />
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Now what? .... and a good time was had by all ? lololl ..