Sometimes I. ..

Sometimes I just want to fucking cuddle.

SI wonder if I'll ever have anything of interest to say that might attract your attention.

Then I remember it's just a porn site and take all interactions for what they're worth.

After that, it doesn't seem nearly so important.
 
Sometimes I dream I'm about have great sex with a sexy woman and then I wake up! Happens every fucking time I have that dream, which I only have sometimes.
 
SI wonder if I'll ever have anything of interest to say that might attract your attention.

Then I remember it's just a porn site and take all interactions for what they're worth.

After that, it doesn't seem nearly so important.

Sometimes, I just happen to be lurking at the right moment ;)

Now that you have my attention, what was it you were going to say? :)
 
Sometimes the unexpected occurs and one is caught, metaphorically speaking, with one's pant's down.:eek:

I hope you don't mind hairy legs. I mean, at least legs not your own...:D
 
Sometimes the unexpected occurs and one is caught, metaphorically speaking, with one's pant's down.:eek:

I hope you don't mind hairy legs. I mean, at least legs not your own...:D

Sometimes I laugh way too hard at the shit people say on here :)

And mine are silky smooth thanks for your concern ;) But hey, if you make your way up to Canada, I can finally say I've met Big Foot ;)
 
Sometimes I laugh way too hard at the shit people say on here :)

And mine are silky smooth thanks for your concern ;) But hey, if you make your way up to Canada, I can finally say I've met Big Foot ;)

Sometimes one needs to ignore popular sayings.
For example:
You know what they say about guys with big feet, don't you?
They buy Desenex (tm) by the 5lb tub at Walmart(tm)
 
Sometimes, when I stop to smell the roses, I get a snoot full of pollen & a bee sting.

Aaaaachoooo!
 
Sometimes i feel the thickness building between my thighs, my need exceeding my ability to think of something else. i need, i want, i want to pull the curtains back and reveal my plight, my hand carefully managing, i need to share, to give, to feel...fuck to pull hair as i peek, to smell the sweet flower blooming, full of life, the explosion, violent, yet beautiful at the same time...to lay in the darkness spent...wanting for the next such moment...



Sometimes I stalk canbe just because his words always strike a chord. Thank you my friend!
 
Sometimes I actually achieve thinking of something other than Rouz. Until something pops up and reminds me of him again.
 
Sometimes I flip through the channels and when my kids say mom leave it here I flip and say nope I don't wanna watch that.
 
Sometimes I feel made out to be this horrible guy. I refuse to accept that label anymore.
 
Sometimes I miss just hanging out, cuddling on the sofa and laughing at some stupid movie on TV as I'm fed salty popcorn. I don't ask for much...
 
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