Vixxennn
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- Apr 13, 2009
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not feeling myself tonight.
here's a pic.
there were supposed to be more.
but there isn't.
I am sorry.
~y.
That has to be the sexiest hip I have ever seen.
Thank you.
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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.
more visual offerings...
The color photo with the reflection in the mirror.... so tantalizing (Notices that your pants and briefs are down.
)
Now I want to crawl into bed with you....
*Happy little sigh*
Thank you.![]()
Fucking hell.
You know what you do to me.
Hi y.... Hope you and wifey had a hot V-Day... Lucky Bitch...![]()
Christ .... you are raw sexuality.... your mind drips with it ...
you don't need more shots... this one speaks volumes...
you know... every time someone mentions how lucky my wife is I want to get all humble and say some romantic whimsy warm-fuzzy shit like... "no... I'm the lucky one." and pontificate the beauty and merits of my wife.
but you know what? Not only have I already done so in the past (least... I'm pretty certain I have) there's plenty of this thread left to do it later on in the future... So yeah! I served that bitch right fucking nice. And I'm not talking about romantic soft focus type serving... I'm talking about four fingers up her asshole, tongue lapping at her clit, other hand pinching-pulling-twisting her nipple, cock/gash thrusting, sheet-wetting, six-to-eight climactic shots of sperm deep into her bruised womb type of servicing.
I served that bitch right fucking nice. And I'm not talking about romantic soft focus type serving... I'm talking about four fingers up her asshole, tongue lapping at her clit, other hand pinching-pulling-twisting her nipple, cock/gash thrusting, sheet-wetting, six-to-eight climactic shots of sperm deep into her bruised womb type of servicing.
but you know what? Not only have I already done so in the past (least... I'm pretty certain I have) there's plenty of this thread left to do it later on in the future... So yeah! I served that bitch right fucking nice. And I'm not talking about romantic soft focus type serving... I'm talking about four fingers up her asshole, tongue lapping at her clit, other hand pinching-pulling-twisting her nipple, cock/gash thrusting, sheet-wetting, six-to-eight climactic shots of sperm deep into her bruised womb type of servicing.
Lol, and here I was nervously hoping you wouldn't misinterpret my use of the word bitch... Silly me!!
And damn! Spoken as only you can!
^^^ very true! And not for nothing... I liked the last part... Don't second guess yourself.fuck yeah!
I know you all have this hate/love/admiration/jealousy/intrigue thing
of the woman
who has hold of me
fuck yeah!
I know you all have this hate/love/admiration/jealousy/intrigue thing
of the woman
who has hold of me
who reaps
the rewards
of my
passionate sensuality
focused emotional tendencies
and errant lustful rage...
Of the woman
who sees me
moved
by a falling leaf
brought to tears
by a song
and needs to
excuse himself
because of so...
Of the woman
I hurt
when I mean not to
I love
when I don't know it
and wish to touch
while we are touching...
Of the woman
who I frustrate to no end
with my directionless ambivalence
and uncertainty
and fear
and self-doubt...
Of the woman
that kicks me in the balls
and tells me to pull my shit together
when I need to
which is way more fucking often
than I feel she should have to...
Of the woman
I
rape with my mind
and
love with my heart
touch
with my eyes...
who's voice
I hold
when reading her
texts
emails
notes scribbled
on the backs of receipts
prior to dashing off to work...
her lyrical penmanship
waltzing my eyes
into thoughts
of when she comes home.
^^^ very true! And not for nothing... I liked the last part... Don't second guess yourself.
I knew you were a closet romantic -very witty, a bit perverted, intense, raw, dark and passionate person but a romantic nonetheless.
You are both lucky people to have each other....
Do you have a twin brother?![]()
fuck that lame ass shit.
It was early... my sensibilities were not yet with me.
An error I will not repeat but most likely fucking will because... fuck... because the variousness of myself all hate each other and they all do what they can to make the other(s) look profoundly stupid.
Where has this thread been hiding? I can't subscribe fast enough. Your pics and words have fried my brain. There goes that term paper - the rest of the semester is completely shot for me.
Not only is the subject matter great, but I love the way you play with the camera and the color settings.
I'm going to join the ranks of the many admirers on here who say that you have a lucky wife. Lucky neighbors too - I'd crash my car backing out of the driveway if I caught a glimpse of you doing yard work like that.
where have I been hiding?
you joined lit like... last month ago. You're on the fucking Santa Maria of newly minted ampic'ers to land upon the weather beaten rocky shores of this here thread. I almost feel as if throw a party of some sort in your honor.
seriously. I'm not joking.
another thing I'm not joking about... and which you reminded me... was the fact that I DID in-fucking-deed crash my car backing out of the driveway today... and not because I caught a glimpse of my manly, yet subtly boyish good looks in the mirror. Nope... sheer inattentiveness made me crash my car. Got too close to the neighbors metal fence post while backing out. Took the passenger side mirror right off the fucking car.
No damage to the fence post because that fucking thing is made out of fucking kryptonite or some crazy shit and buried probably down to the nickel fucking core of the earth because that things ALWAYS being hit, struck, scraped, backed into, battered, and all around abused by either myself or our neighbors upstairs from us while backing out of the driveway.
best part was... my wife's reaction when she went to get in. The closer she got to the car the slower she walked. I could fucking feel the gears turning in her head and hear her thoughts as she was trying to wrap her all-that-is-rational mind around the fact that a moment ago there was a mirror there... and now... in such a monumentally short period of human existence... the mirror was no more.