Poor Carsonling!

[Rhys]

No you don't.

I confess. You are right.

 

[MissBri]

 

[Rhys]

I know I don't hate it. I lerve them baggy jeans he wears. They look like all they need is a little yank.

"No more yankie my wankie, Donger need food!"

 

[Tom Collins]

"No more yankie my wankie, Donger need food!"

LMAO...Sixteen Candles!
Frankly, I'd settle for one fat one right now.

 

[MissBri]

 

[Tom Collins]

What happened to yer toys, silly boy?

Not the same as sweet, silky, slightly yielding, hard flesh, Miss J. *sigh*

 

[MissBri]

 

[carsonshepherd]

But candles?

can be very sexy in the right hands....

 

[Tom Collins]

But candles?

Euphemism.

 

[Tom Collins]

Hey, carson, here's a link to some smut I just got posted. It's as close to pure stroke as I think I'm likely to get.
Shutter Click

 

[MissBri]

 

[Tom Collins]

Oh, good. I just wasn't sure what you meant. *hugs*

No prob.
*sigh* Looks like the link that I intended to be helpful ran carson and Rhys off. Sorry guys.

 

[carsonshepherd]

No prob.
*sigh* Looks like the link that I intended to be helpful ran carson and Rhys off. Sorry guys.

No, my browser wouldn't let me open it last night and I had to go to bed since I have to do some work stuff today.

 

[Tom Collins]

Oh.

 

[carsonshepherd]

I read it. You did a nice job, thank you.

 

[Rhys]

The link didn't work for me.