teddybear4play
better when i'm drunk
- Joined
- Apr 8, 2002
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I'm sick of playing nice, sick of not naming names, sick of all that shit. I've had it.
I want vixenshe.
Badly.
I want to kiss her like I was a dying man and needed her breath to survive.
I want to feel her soft lips on mine.
I want to gaze into her eyes for ten eternities.
I want to hold her neck and dig my fingers into the hair above her nape, cradling her head in my hands, and let my lips speak the passion I feel.
I want to run my hands over her shoulders and down her back, then let my arms fall down and eclipse her in a big bear hug.
I want to press her into me.
I want to hold her as she relaxes into my embrace.
I want to grip her butt so tightly it leaves palmprints.
I want to kiss her for so long we gasp for air when we break it.
I want to watch her chest heave from heavy breath.
I want to take her shirt off and unclasp her bra, then kneel before her splendor.
I want to kiss each polished finger, feeling her hands against my face, then advance slowly up her arms.
I want to see her skin raise into goosebumps as I taste the flesh of her neck and her collarbones.
I want to lavishly caress my face with her breasts.
I want to lick every bit of the skin of her bonteous bosom.
I want to suck her nipples to hardness, then nibble them until she moans.
I want to sit her in a chair, then slide off her stockings and dress.
I want to hold her legs like I would a delicate rose.
I want to match my actions with her arms on her legs, kissing and licking each toe before marching up her calves and thighs.
I want to feel her skin on my lips, getting softer as I draw nearer to her quivering body.
I want to nuzzle my cheeks between her thighs.
I want to smell the scent of her arousal.
I want to tease her with my tongue for hours on end.
I want to taste her sweet nectar as I enclose my lips on her sex.
I want to make love to her with my mouth.
I want to pleasure her like it was the only reason I was put on this earth.
I want to hear her cry out my name, press my head further into her, and squeeze me with her thighs.
I want to feel her shudder as orgasm after orgasm washes over her, then tense up and release as her ultimate climax overtakes her.
I want to sit in the seat then, and have her astride me.
I want to entwine our fingers, arms, bodies, and souls.
I want to tell her how I feel about her without saying a word.
I want to soar into stratospheric levels of pleasure with her.
I want to fall back to earth.
I want to have her collapse on top of me.
I want to kiss her and caress her cheeks with my hand, and tell her how amazing she is.
And then . . .
I want to do it again. And again and again and again.
TB4p
I want vixenshe.
Badly.
I want to kiss her like I was a dying man and needed her breath to survive.
I want to feel her soft lips on mine.
I want to gaze into her eyes for ten eternities.
I want to hold her neck and dig my fingers into the hair above her nape, cradling her head in my hands, and let my lips speak the passion I feel.
I want to run my hands over her shoulders and down her back, then let my arms fall down and eclipse her in a big bear hug.
I want to press her into me.
I want to hold her as she relaxes into my embrace.
I want to grip her butt so tightly it leaves palmprints.
I want to kiss her for so long we gasp for air when we break it.
I want to watch her chest heave from heavy breath.
I want to take her shirt off and unclasp her bra, then kneel before her splendor.
I want to kiss each polished finger, feeling her hands against my face, then advance slowly up her arms.
I want to see her skin raise into goosebumps as I taste the flesh of her neck and her collarbones.
I want to lavishly caress my face with her breasts.
I want to lick every bit of the skin of her bonteous bosom.
I want to suck her nipples to hardness, then nibble them until she moans.
I want to sit her in a chair, then slide off her stockings and dress.
I want to hold her legs like I would a delicate rose.
I want to match my actions with her arms on her legs, kissing and licking each toe before marching up her calves and thighs.
I want to feel her skin on my lips, getting softer as I draw nearer to her quivering body.
I want to nuzzle my cheeks between her thighs.
I want to smell the scent of her arousal.
I want to tease her with my tongue for hours on end.
I want to taste her sweet nectar as I enclose my lips on her sex.
I want to make love to her with my mouth.
I want to pleasure her like it was the only reason I was put on this earth.
I want to hear her cry out my name, press my head further into her, and squeeze me with her thighs.
I want to feel her shudder as orgasm after orgasm washes over her, then tense up and release as her ultimate climax overtakes her.
I want to sit in the seat then, and have her astride me.
I want to entwine our fingers, arms, bodies, and souls.
I want to tell her how I feel about her without saying a word.
I want to soar into stratospheric levels of pleasure with her.
I want to fall back to earth.
I want to have her collapse on top of me.
I want to kiss her and caress her cheeks with my hand, and tell her how amazing she is.
And then . . .
I want to do it again. And again and again and again.
TB4p