English Lady
Erotic English Rose
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- Sep 28, 2002
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I love the bloody lot of them. So much compassion.
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Be safe, Rob.
This week, I've had to convince my mother that she's not the victim of a telephone stalker, and that neither my dad nor Elvis is trying to contact her from the grave.
Early onset Alzheimers. It ain't pretty.
I just can't seem to get healthy and stay that way. *grumble*

I think this is the one.
I should be scared. I should be worried. I should think it's too fast or not the right time or not the right person, but I don't feel any of those things.
Everything feels just right. Just exactly right. He makes me happy, makes me feel comfortable in my skin, comfortable with him. He makes me laugh and feel things I hadn't expected to ever feel. And that's not even talking about the sex which is nothing short of amazing.
It's all exactly right, and for once I'm not dooming it or worrying about tomorrow. It just is.

This toothfairy just stumbled over a half-completed volcano science project, then tripped over a stack of text books, nearly ripped an entire wall to wall bookcase off, but managed to steady herself and only upset a small amount of Harry Potter books, then tip toed across the room to the window where the tooth is, bumped her elbow against the bedframe, swore loudly and colourfully, and then realised she'd forgotten to bring the £ with . . .
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if i lose a tooth will u come visit me too?![]()
Nibbles on apple... and shoulder.YES!
I gambled and won....
I didn't purchase my airline tickets 2 months ago when I wanted to because I thought the prices would come down eventually...
and they did... saved about $400.....
*shines* an apple on his shoulder...
Choose the smallest - it will be easier to dispose of the body.things I've said in the last few hours:
"Stop hitting him with that surfboard!"
"I made lunch an hour ago; you weren't hungry then, so deal."
"The next time I see someone jump from the trampoline into the pool, I'm busting EVERYBODY'S ass so you won't sit down for a week. If your mama don't like it, too bad!"
"Does your mama let you do this shit at home? No? Then why do you think you can do it here?"
"Get off my bed; get out of my room. I am not a fixture in a game of tag."
"There aren't any more potato chips in the cabinet, and there won't be, no matter how long you stand there with the door open. No, I will not buy anymore for you to inhale, and then not be hungry at supper time."
"Close the door."
"Close the door, please."
"Close that fucking door!"
I'll either kill one of the little fiends or go insane by midnight. It's gonna be close.
Nibbles on apple... and shoulder.![]()

Is it wrong to arch your back just as a young man walks past your house, thus causing your breasts to be a bit more perky while being nestled in a spaghetti strapped tank top?
Would this make it my fault he stumbles? ? ?

Mmm... sounds delicious.ahh start at the top and work your way down....![]()
Oh my!![]()
I felt so wicked.
*hopes he walks by again...* lolLook! We were visiting Gettysburg and stumbled upon a fellow Litizen. You can tell Cloudy had just logged off reading stories or flirting on Lit by the rather extended state of her nippleage...
http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e249/Belegon/Gettysburg/CloudyatGettysburg.jpg
looks nothing like me...the hair's all wrong.![]()