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Mmm.. Now that description was fantastically arousing... even without the pictures. I may just have to bring out my little toy while thinking about the same fantasy. Unfortunately, my toy won't be nearly as fulfilling as I know you would be.
 
I don't feel like responding to posts... as of yet. At some point I am sure I will because I know how it fucking blows to post in a persons thread and not be acknowledged... even when I feel I don't have any expectation of being acknowledged because I posted a snowball comment it's still like... really? nothing? fuck you too asshole. That said... in defense of thread starters world wide few things are more frustrating than having someone post a nice; but albeit, inane comment that can only be replied to with an impersonal "thanks".

So what can we gleam by this? We can gleam as posters and repliers that we fucking suck for not providing one another with shit we can feel good about.

One could say after reading this diatribe of mine that the pressure is now on for both parties to start posting and replying back with more meaningful content. But fuck it... it's the goddamn internet and we reserve the right to fucking snowball each other because who the fuck are we in relation to the shit the affects our immediate selves outside of the internet... where the meaningful content of communication should take first priority?

so in summary reading all this bullshit was a waste of your time because I'm not going to make any more of an attempt to be meaningful to you than I have been already and you sure the fuck shouldn't feel obligated to go about changing your method of posting here or in any other thread you visit.

you know... unless you want to.




in other fucking news... I like fat chicks and old chicks. It's true, and it's been something I've been thinking about for awhile trying to figure out how to go about expressing such proclivities without using the disparaging terms; "fat" and "old" and "chicks".

as you can tell... I gave up and decided to just go for the balls instead of being all toe-tapping soft-shoed about it.

and fuck me fucking... It was my intention to expound further on this topic but it seems as thought I typed myself all out of wanting to type for the time being. I'll return to the subject perhaps later on tonight because it's something about myself that I want to share. In the meantime feel free to share your own thoughts one way or the other about whatever thoughts you feel like sharing.
 
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In the meantime feel free to share your own thoughts one way or the other about whatever thoughts you feel like sharing.



I have NOT been well and I hate my body for attacking itself. The meds arent working and I am miserable FUCK!!!!


When I am in the mood, I like watching a man with a trim/fit body and nice sized cock touch and tease himself. I want to hear moaning, talking naughty then see him having a groaning, creamy, spurting and sticky come.


The brain is biggest sexual organ in the body. So a man that arouse with words and give a good mind fuck is sexy (looks at OP and winks)


Ok that is all for now....
 
See... if you don't know by now, I like to think about things and the things I like to think about are the things that I like, so the past forever-and-a-fuck I've been thinking about women with curves and women somewhat much older than myself... so much older than myself one could easily say I have a mommy fantasy... which... fuck it... I do goddamnit. Of course... not with my mom because that shit's just rather too much for even my fucked up mind the think about... on most days... and the days I do think about it it never involves me so much as it does perhaps a friend or the contemplation of the type of hot fucking done that resulted in my glorious conception... but I am digressing to something I may pick up later on.

So I'm contemplating about my attraction to thick buxom women one day and my wife asks me what I'm thinking about so I say something to the effect of being thankful to be married to the type of woman I'm attracted to. And she's all like... "what do you mean?"

now I paused for a moment knowing that if I didn't choose my words wisely shit would go south real fucking quick... Then I paused for another moment realizing how fucking awesome my wife is and that no matter what I say (to some extent) she'd be cool with it because I'm being honest and she's has the understanding that there's a certain inability the male gender articulating what he is thinking into words that do not make him look like: A) a fucking idiot, B) a fucking asshole, C) both A and B.

So I tell her that I was wondering how a thinner woman would feel if she knew that her husband was really turned on by "fatter" chicks.

I did the whole reversal thing because of how much society/media etc dictates that tight bodied 20somethings set the fucking gold standard of beauty/what is attractive. And more often then not we here how upset women are about not being able to ever meet said standard. So I said fuck it... what kind of affect would it have on a healthy fit woman to see/know that she does not measure up to her boyfriend/husband finds attractive?

No doubt it would certainly affect her in some way because shit like that always has some sort of impact on the individual because we ALL want to be the fucking shit deal of desirability.

So my wife asks me to further explain. So I say I like buxom thick women and I was wondering how she would feel if she were not one of these women. And she goes "but I was when we were younger... perhaps if I still were you wouldn't find such buxom thick women attractive."

She had a point... and I acquiesced sensing that I was running low on rationality juice and to continue further would certainly lead me to feeling I really fucking should have shut the fuck up ten minutes ago.

So I'm at the gym when my head came up with a reply back to my wife assertion. It is indeed true that she wasn't as buxom and thick in high school as she is now... but she also wasn't the most svelte either so her argument as valid as it was/is, is flawed. As her percentage of tits and ass back then was still greater than the average population of girls back then... SO NUTS TO HER!!!

Anyway... I'm at the gym. The thought came and went and I'm doing my gym thing. It was busy because of everyone and their damn New Years resolutions... and I'm walking to the water fountain when my eyes catch the bank of treadmills across the way... the last three were being used by what looked like three good girlfriends all there to support each other in their fitness goals... and I had a fucking moment that brought me right back to my questioning of why I'm attracted to what I'm attracted to.

It was like the story of the three bears and I was fucking goddamn Goldilocks. First woman... fit, attractive nice narrow waist, pleasing to the eye. Second woman... thicker than the first, fun, some would probably say the average everyday woman attractive, pleasing to my eye etc... THIRD woman stopped me in my goddamn tracks. Thick ass, thick thighs, hips... jesus fuck... and I'm like GODDAMN IT:mad:!

All three were indeed attractive. It's not like because for whatever the fuck reason I'm drawn to thickness and jiggles prevents me from seeing beauty and sexiness and fuckability in anything else... believe me I do! Fuck knows that I do! But for whatever the fuck reason the third woman fired up a deep and painful desire to press my naked body against her naked body. Like... primordial desire. I mean... I went from simply undressing the first two women with my eyes to all out breed fucking the third one right there on the goddamn treadmill.

to be continued...
 
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See... if you don't know by now, I like to think about things and the things I like to think about are the things that I like, so the past forever-and-a-fuck I've been thinking about women with curves and women somewhat much older than myself... so much older than myself one could easily say I have a mommy fantasy... which... fuck it... I do goddamnit. Of course... not with my mom because that shit's just rather too much for even my fucked up mind the think about... on most days... and the days I do think about it it never involves me so much as it does perhaps a friend or the contemplation of the type of hot fucking done that resulted in my glorious conception... but I am digressing to something I may pick up later on.

So I'm contemplating about my attraction to thick buxom women one day and my wife asks me what I'm thinking about so I say something to the effect of being thankful to be married to the type of woman I'm attracted to. And she's all like... "what do you mean?"

now I paused for a moment knowing that if I didn't choose my words wisely shit would go south real fucking quick... Then I paused for another moment realizing how fucking awesome my wife is and that no matter what I say (to some extent) she'd be cool with it because I'm being honest and she's has the understanding that there's a certain inability the male gender articulating what he is thinking into words that do not make him look like: A) a fucking idiot, B) a fucking asshole, C) both A and B.

So I tell her that I was wondering how a thinner woman would feel if she knew that her husband was really turned on by "fatter" chicks.

I did the whole reversal thing because of how much society/media etc dictates that tight bodied 20somethings set the fucking gold standard of beauty/what is attractive. And more often then not we here how upset women are about not being able to ever meet said standard. So I said fuck it... what kind of affect would it have on a healthy fit woman to see/know that she does not measure up to her boyfriend/husband finds attractive?

No doubt it would certainly affect her in some way because shit like that always has some sort of impact on the individual because we ALL want to be the fucking shit deal of desirability.

So my wife asks me to further explain. So I say I like buxom thick women and I was wondering how she would feel if she were not one of these women. And she goes "but I was when we were younger... perhaps if I still were you wouldn't find such buxom thick women attractive."

She had a point... and I acquiesced sensing that I was running low on rationality juice and to continue further would certainly lead me to feeling I really fucking should have shut the fuck up ten minutes ago.

So I'm at the gym when my head came up with a reply back to my wife assertion. It is indeed true that she wasn't as buxom and thick in high school as she is now... but she also wasn't the most svelte either so her argument as valid as it was/is, is flawed. As her percentage of tits and ass back then was still greater than the average population of girls back then... SO NUTS TO HER!!!

Anyway... I'm at the gym. The thought came and went and I'm doing my gym thing. It was busy because of everyone and their damn New Years resolutions... and I'm walking to the water fountain when my eyes catch the bank of treadmills across the way... the last three were being used by what looked like three good girlfriends all there to support each other in their fitness goals... and I had a fucking moment that brought me right back to my questioning of why I'm attracted to what I'm attracted to.

It was like the story of the three bears and I was fucking goddamn Goldilocks. First woman... fit, attractive nice narrow waist, pleasing to the eye. Second woman... thicker than the first, fun, some would probably say the average everyday woman attractive, pleasing to my eye etc... THIRD woman stopped me in my goddamn tracks. Thick ass, thick thighs, hips... jesus fuck... and I'm like GODDAMN IT:mad:!

All three were indeed attractive. It's not like because for whatever the fuck reason I'm drawn to thickness and jiggles prevents me from seeing beauty and sexiness and fuckability in anything else... believe me I do! Fuck knows that I do! But for whatever the fuck reason the third woman fired up a deep and painful desire to press my naked body against her naked body. Like... primordial desire. I mean... I went from simply undressing the first two women with my eyes to all out breed fucking the third one right there on the goddamn treadmill.

to be continued...

Hmmmm :)
 
You know, I have to say, its so nice to hear a man say that he likes a woman to be bigger. And a very attractive man at that. I mean, I know that there are a lot of men who feel that way but I typically only see that online.

I live in an area where you need to be stick thin. It doesn't matter if you're a couple pounds overweight and drop dead gorgeous. Doesn't ever matter if you're ugly as hell if you're thin. You're nothing if you're not skinny.

I have been both. I used to be extremely skinny. But I hated it. I had no boobs and no ass and I never felt like my clothes looked good. And furthermore, I never felt SEXY. Now that I've grown up a little bit and settled into my... larger frame, I feel sexy as hell. I have big tits and I have an ass. And I enjoy those things.

I just wish the men around here appreciated it as much as you seem to!
 
See... if you don't know by now, I like to think about things and the things I like to think about are the things that I like, so the past forever-and-a-fuck I've been thinking about women with curves and women somewhat much older than myself... so much older than myself one could easily say I have a mommy fantasy... which... fuck it... I do goddamnit. Of course... not with my mom because that shit's just rather too much for even my fucked up mind the think about... on most days... and the days I do think about it it never involves me so much as it does perhaps a friend or the contemplation of the type of hot fucking done that resulted in my glorious conception... but I am digressing to something I may pick up later on.

So I'm contemplating about my attraction to thick buxom women one day and my wife asks me what I'm thinking about so I say something to the effect of being thankful to be married to the type of woman I'm attracted to. And she's all like... "what do you mean?"

now I paused for a moment knowing that if I didn't choose my words wisely shit would go south real fucking quick... Then I paused for another moment realizing how fucking awesome my wife is and that no matter what I say (to some extent) she'd be cool with it because I'm being honest and she's has the understanding that there's a certain inability the male gender articulating what he is thinking into words that do not make him look like: A) a fucking idiot, B) a fucking asshole, C) both A and B.

So I tell her that I was wondering how a thinner woman would feel if she knew that her husband was really turned on by "fatter" chicks.

I did the whole reversal thing because of how much society/media etc dictates that tight bodied 20somethings set the fucking gold standard of beauty/what is attractive. And more often then not we here how upset women are about not being able to ever meet said standard. So I said fuck it... what kind of affect would it have on a healthy fit woman to see/know that she does not measure up to her boyfriend/husband finds attractive?

No doubt it would certainly affect her in some way because shit like that always has some sort of impact on the individual because we ALL want to be the fucking shit deal of desirability.

So my wife asks me to further explain. So I say I like buxom thick women and I was wondering how she would feel if she were not one of these women. And she goes "but I was when we were younger... perhaps if I still were you wouldn't find such buxom thick women attractive."

She had a point... and I acquiesced sensing that I was running low on rationality juice and to continue further would certainly lead me to feeling I really fucking should have shut the fuck up ten minutes ago.

So I'm at the gym when my head came up with a reply back to my wife assertion. It is indeed true that she wasn't as buxom and thick in high school as she is now... but she also wasn't the most svelte either so her argument as valid as it was/is, is flawed. As her percentage of tits and ass back then was still greater than the average population of girls back then... SO NUTS TO HER!!!

Anyway... I'm at the gym. The thought came and went and I'm doing my gym thing. It was busy because of everyone and their damn New Years resolutions... and I'm walking to the water fountain when my eyes catch the bank of treadmills across the way... the last three were being used by what looked like three good girlfriends all there to support each other in their fitness goals... and I had a fucking moment that brought me right back to my questioning of why I'm attracted to what I'm attracted to.

It was like the story of the three bears and I was fucking goddamn Goldilocks. First woman... fit, attractive nice narrow waist, pleasing to the eye. Second woman... thicker than the first, fun, some would probably say the average everyday woman attractive, pleasing to my eye etc... THIRD woman stopped me in my goddamn tracks. Thick ass, thick thighs, hips... jesus fuck... and I'm like GODDAMN IT:mad:!

All three were indeed attractive. It's not like because for whatever the fuck reason I'm drawn to thickness and jiggles prevents me from seeing beauty and sexiness and fuckability in anything else... believe me I do! Fuck knows that I do! But for whatever the fuck reason the third woman fired up a deep and painful desire to press my naked body against her naked body. Like... primordial desire. I mean... I went from simply undressing the first two women with my eyes to all out breed fucking the third one right there on the goddamn treadmill.

to be continued...


Mmmmmmm duly noted

Damn!
 
I don't feel like responding to posts... as of yet. At some point I am sure I will because I know how it fucking blows to post in a persons thread and not be acknowledged... even when I feel I don't have any expectation of being acknowledged because I posted a snowball comment it's still like... really? nothing? fuck you too asshole. That said... in defense of thread starters world wide few things are more frustrating than having someone post a nice; but albeit, inane comment that can only be replied to with an impersonal "thanks".

So what can we gleam by this? We can gleam as posters and repliers that we fucking suck for not providing one another with shit we can feel good about.

One could say after reading this diatribe of mine that the pressure is now on for both parties to start posting and replying back with more meaningful content. But fuck it... it's the goddamn internet and we reserve the right to fucking snowball each other because who the fuck are we in relation to the shit the affects our immediate selves outside of the internet... where the meaningful content of communication should take first priority?

so in summary reading all this bullshit was a waste of your time because I'm not going to make any more of an attempt to be meaningful to you than I have been already and you sure the fuck shouldn't feel obligated to go about changing your method of posting here or in any other thread you visit.

you know... unless you want to.




in other fucking news... I like fat chicks and old chicks. It's true, and it's been something I've been thinking about for awhile trying to figure out how to go about expressing such proclivities without using the disparaging terms; "fat" and "old" and "chicks".

as you can tell... I gave up and decided to just go for the balls instead of being all toe-tapping soft-shoed about it.

and fuck me fucking... It was my intention to expound further on this topic but it seems as thought I typed myself all out of wanting to type for the time being. I'll return to the subject perhaps later on tonight because it's something about myself that I want to share. In the meantime feel free to share your own thoughts one way or the other about whatever thoughts you feel like sharing.

I wish to share that I literally laugh out loud while reading some of your posts. I was thinking for a bit, that I had no idea what drew me to this deranged, offensive, mind-fuck of a thread, when I have already looked at the pics and read the writings more times than I choose to admit... But I realize, your outspoken, "I say exactly what's on my mind because this is my thread and I fucking can" attitude, is precisely what does it for me.
 
Jessie pretty much articulated what went through my mind as I read that post. I definitely appreciate your ability to just say what is on your mind. ;)
 
So some having read what I wrote may be all like "YAY! I CAN BE FAT AND GUYS WILL STILL LIKE ME!"

To these individuals all I have to say is that you are a self-centered, easily enabled, fucking moron and I wish to direct you back to your fat acceptance forums.

What I find attractive is not my fetish plain and fucking simple.

All you other normal women who read that shit and were like... "fucking finally... an asshole that sees the bullshit I deal with inside, am not comfortable with and beat myself up over and over inside my fucking head every time I fucking look in a goddamn mirror or see a photo of myself... that actually fucking sees me as a goddamn human being and wants to fuck me like one..."

you all can stick around.


Fittingly I read this in this weeks Savage Love section of The Onion:

I am a 19-year-old straight male who is only attracted to chubby girls, though I myself am rather skinny. It took a while, but I've learned to embrace this (though at first it seemed almost as scary as if I were to come out as gay). However, the problem I seem to have now is that the girls whom I find attractive—big girls—don't think of themselves as attractive, and that is a turnoff for me. Despite what seems like constant effort on my part to raise my exes' confidence in themselves, they never got any better and the relationships always ended. I'm not exactly bursting with confidence myself, either, but I tried my best to be a loving and supportive boyfriend. Yet time and time again, their images of themselves somehow seemed to actually turn worse, not better. I attribute a lot of their initial insecurity to the media, but I can't help but believe I somehow screw up and exacerbate it.

Troubled Horndog In Need

You're young and you've accepted your attraction to bigger girls, THIN, and that's great. But the girls you've dated—presumably close to your age—are doubtless still struggling with all the shit that's been thrown at them about their bodies. To grow confident about something that caused you a lot of pain—to say nothing of being with someone who's attracted to you in large part because of that something—can take time.

That said, THIN, if all the bigger girls you've dated emerged from your relationship feeling worse about themselves and their bodies... you might be doing something wrong. Were you treating your girlfriends like human beings and talking about their bodies in a way that made them feel attractive? Or did you treat them like fetish objects?

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His response back was spot fucking on in my opinion. I couldn't agree more and aptly concludes my current thoughts on the matter.
 
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So some having read what I wrote may be all like "YAY! I CAN BE FAT AND GUYS WILL STILL LIKE ME!"

To these individuals all I have to say is that you are a self-centered, easily enabled, fucking moron and I wish to direct you back to your fat acceptance forums.

What I find attractive is not my fetish plain and fucking simple.

All you other normal women who read that shit and were like... "fucking finally... an asshole that sees the bullshit I deal with inside, am not comfortable with and beat myself up over and over inside my fucking head every time I fucking look in a goddamn mirror or see a photo of myself... that actually fucking sees me as a goddamn human being and wants to fuck me like one..."

you all can stick around.


Fittingly I read this in this weeks Savage Love section of The Onion:

I am a 19-year-old straight male who is only attracted to chubby girls, though I myself am rather skinny. It took a while, but I've learned to embrace this (though at first it seemed almost as scary as if I were to come out as gay). However, the problem I seem to have now is that the girls whom I find attractive—big girls—don't think of themselves as attractive, and that is a turnoff for me. Despite what seems like constant effort on my part to raise my exes' confidence in themselves, they never got any better and the relationships always ended. I'm not exactly bursting with confidence myself, either, but I tried my best to be a loving and supportive boyfriend. Yet time and time again, their images of themselves somehow seemed to actually turn worse, not better. I attribute a lot of their initial insecurity to the media, but I can't help but believe I somehow screw up and exacerbate it.

Troubled Horndog In Need

You're young and you've accepted your attraction to bigger girls, THIN, and that's great. But the girls you've dated—presumably close to your age—are doubtless still struggling with all the shit that's been thrown at them about their bodies. To grow confident about something that caused you a lot of pain—to say nothing of being with someone who's attracted to you in large part because of that something—can take time.

That said, THIN, if all the bigger girls you've dated emerged from your relationship feeling worse about themselves and their bodies... you might be doing something wrong. Were you treating your girlfriends like human beings and talking about their bodies in a way that made them feel attractive? Or did you treat them like fetish objects?

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His response back was spot fucking on in my opinion. I couldn't agree more and aptly concludes my current thoughts on the matter.

Well then .... 2 things...

#1 - I'm sticking around.... you are someone that somehow got through my thick head. Not an easy feat. My husband thanks you... we read that post together and had a great conversation.

#2 - you are NOT an asshole.... if it makes you feel better to think that about yourself somehow have at it.... but i think you are frank and honest, not to mention funny as hell. Refreshing.
 
I wish to share that I literally laugh out loud while reading some of your posts. I was thinking for a bit, that I had no idea what drew me to this deranged, offensive, mind-fuck of a thread, when I have already looked at the pics and read the writings more times than I choose to admit... But I realize, your outspoken, "I say exactly what's on my mind because this is my thread and I fucking can" attitude, is precisely what does it for me.

Jessie pretty much articulated what went through my mind as I read that post. I definitely appreciate your ability to just say what is on your mind. ;)

Well then .... 2 things...

#1 - I'm sticking around.... you are someone that somehow got through my thick head. Not an easy feat. My husband thanks you... we read that post together and had a great conversation.

#2 - you are NOT an asshole.... if it makes you feel better to think that about yourself somehow have at it.... but i think you are frank and honest, not to mention funny as hell. Refreshing.


I concur with these ladies. Some of the things you say may come off as a bit harsh (OR a tad 'assholelike') but I guess thats you, so we either take it or leave it. Sometimes, I feel we have gotten too "PC" and its interesting when someone is blunt...;)
 
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My experience has been more with guys that are afraid to say that they like a girl with more curves, a heavier girl or whatever it may be. There is equal stigma for a guy who likes chubby girl and an actual chubby girl.

Not to be cocky or conceited but I think I look good. And furthermore, I feel GREAT about looking the way that I do.

I see the attraction towards me in mens eyes. All types of guys. However many of them have a certain standard of size simply because thats what will look good to other men.
 
My experience has been more with guys that are afraid to say that they like a girl with more curves, a heavier girl or whatever it may be. There is equal stigma for a guy who likes chubby girl and an actual chubby girl.

Not to be cocky or conceited but I think I look good. And furthermore, I feel GREAT about looking the way that I do.

I see the attraction towards me in mens eyes. All types of guys. However many of them have a certain standard of size simply because thats what will look good to other men.

Hm. I love women who look like women. And I'm stubborn enough to never let what another guy thinks influence what *I* love in a woman. I am attracted to what I'm attracted to, regardless. I think a third of the attractiveness of a woman (IMHO) is wit, a third is appearance, and the last third is self-confidence.

It's awesome to hear you say you think you look good, AND feel good about it, too.

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Excuse me while I knock the rust from the gears of my brain...

clanging at the hard corroded iron parts
holding a large heavy wrench in my leather clad hand
as molten steel pours behind me
heat reflecting off the cowl protecting my head and face
a hot orange glow mirrored in the blackened visor
keeping her from seeing my eyes as I hold her down by the hair
and stroke her flesh with my tool
giving rise to emotions of fear and anger
looking for an escape
back to the shadows of my mind
frustrating me with passing images of her naked breast
pressed up against my lips
taunting me with ideas and emotions
taking my mind to places words cannot express.

She knows this
and I hate her for it.
Striking the chords of my desires
that resonate well beyond the pleasures of the flesh
Chords that echo out
Like the sonic blast from a nuclear explosion
Imploding my senses at the source
knocking the sense of all those around
into themselves like dominos set up by the child they once were
and are no longer
but quietly long to be once again

being tipped back to then
when touch was new
and emotions were second handed thoughts
triggering guilt after the fact
and later ignored for the sake of experimenting
with their flesh once again

touching and taunting
teasing the tingles
feeling the fright of the impending guilt
but going through with it
under the knowledge that some day
the two will connect like lover swans on the glass surface of a moonlit pond

an arrogant fantasy
perhaps
but one that keeps the hope alive
of connecting the physical with the emotional.

So I beat the gears...
beat myself
chasing her down
trying to catch her so she cannot go to her place
her beauty a fingertip away from the grasp of making her mine...

but I can't
she looks at me
and smirks
she's right there and she knows it
my torment making her wet
my passions validating her existence
like a prisoner gone mad
I wedge my face and skull between the bars
extending my arm further out towards her
my rabid hand clutching the air mere seconds away from the curve of her breast
Wide eyed and crazy my dirty fingernailed hand claws at what should be there
strained breath held back by my throat busts forward carrying with it strands of spit
when she produces the syringe...
and stabs me with her eyes.

Such an image is the last I remember
while falling to the floor
behind the cell of my mind
holding on to the look of her face
the compassion in her eyes
the desire behind her flesh...
holding onto the weeping tears
as the stream across my cheeks
making my eyes feel dry
behind closed eyelids
with only myself to clutch
my ears force me to see her
walk away.
 
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and to state the obvious... trying to masturbate with cold hands is about as enjoyable as wiping your ass with wet toilet paper.
 
and to state the obvious... trying to masturbate with cold hands is about as enjoyable as wiping your ass with wet toilet paper.

The other day I was in the bath and I had myself perfectly positioned under the faucet, my number one sure fire way of getting off, when the water went ice cold.

Needless to say, I sympathize.
 
not feeling myself tonight.
here's a pic.
there were supposed to be more.
but there isn't.
I am sorry.

~y.
 
not feeling myself tonight.
here's a pic.
there were supposed to be more.
but there isn't.
I am sorry.

~y.

I was going to be corny and say something like "Wish I could feel you up...."

BUT....


Let me just say thank you Y for another alluring photo
 
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