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A little advice for all you "curvy" ladies....If I can see your "rolls of skin," then yoga pants should be avoided. If it takes your ass more than a few seconds to catch up with the rest of you, then yoga pants should be avoided. If your "camel toe" is big enough to park a bicycle, then yoga pants should be avoided. If your thighs are so big that "chaffing" causes your yoga pants material to quickly disintegrate, then yoga pants should be avoided.

 

[hashtag46]

I'm one of those "curvy" ladies, but I still laughed. I shouldn't, I know.

But on a serious note.
Whoever's alt you are, can't you tone down on spamming the board with that political stuff? It's gone beyond a prank, or an attempt to annoy posters or whatever.
19 threads in a few hours… Really?

 

[Emerson40]

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Yes, Emerson! Yes! I'll answer the phone. What's that? An evening spent dancing? Yes! This is for you, my love......

Glistening bodies entwined
in an ageless erotic dance,
seeking pleasures from each other,
seeking wonder and romance.

She touches his face with tenderness.
He draws her body near.
Aching, needing hunger
will make their destiny clear.

Their lips meet in soft kisses,
their tongues begin passion's war.
Forgotten now, the outside world.
All is here, behind this door.

He strokes her body tenderly,
she arches up for his caress.
He finds her silken portal
and her womanly wetness.

She moans in fiery desire
and pulls his hand away,
wishing to end this exquisite torture
and get on with passion's play.

She straddles his waiting body,
eases him into her feminine hollow.
She leads him on a rhythmic dance,
his thrusting hips must follow.

She rides him faster, even then,
to hear his wondrous sighs.
She shows him all the delights
she has between her womanly thighs.

They stare into each other's eyes
and gasp as ecstasy unreels,
and tangles them in a lover's knot
that every answer reveals.

Sated, they lie side by side,
spent but hungering still.
She touches him where their passion came
and tastes their lovers spill.

Their mouths meet in passionate need,
hungry animals once more.
This time he rises above her,
her body to explore.

Their ballet begins again,
as he thrusts his manhood in,
vowing not to end the dance
unless her cries he'll win.

Like beasts of old they become,
riding with desire,
only resting their throbbing bodies
when sated by their fire.
​

 

[Emerson40]