hiya mama,hope youre cool,im still spreading the word about banging hot chicks....there's a hot chick my gf wants to bang but i think your map book has the page wi central lancashire missing :-( take it easy so it lasts ;-) xx
pose like a filmstar, play like a sports-star party like a rock star f*ck like a porn star
travel through a stargate, mate like in a swan-song, shine like a celestial star, groove to the rythmn till the beat ends with a gong.
snog the lips and taste the tongue i'm gonna lick the vulva and glisten the purple-headed velocet into your juices.
there really is nothing else to make you feel alive i salivate to your musk and harden; my tusk-like, thrusting motions stimulate your private potions.
this heady, sweat-induced, transcendent prose makes short-shrift of erotic muses. the gloss and veneer of respectable words are curd and whey to the realities i slay.
i cream as you scream 'yeah, don't delay!' your breasts heave forth and sway to the pulses of our night-time exhortations, the taste of your sweet breath and way you bite your lips whips my hips into an action that demands a satisfaction.
this exchange of delightful pleasures, pressing our love, discovering carnal treasures, makes celebrity of our desires, awaken fires in our loins.
this way, turn over, there! there! harder!.....MMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm ooooh yeah, baby, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. i lie in your perfumed garden, harder than ever, in everlasting union, a congress of heart and mind.
i think you'll find, as our mixed scent fills the room, that a paradise is to be found in the sexual exhaustions which we would be canine to ignore.
this adoration; a sex-magic trance, enhances the mundane and elevates us from the insane, the pedantic, the pedestrian and the lame.
well, what else is there? what floats your particular boat? to fuck outdoors in a springtime glade, to cut the knots and ties that bind us to sub-urban mindsets. to squeeze her breasts till she squeals with love-emotions to feel her legs wrapped tightly round my waist whilst we rock with lust and pound gently till we cum the fun of younglove rejuvenates and heals our sport .................i'm exhausted, sleep in her arms, awake mid-thrust and dream of love, lust, and affection. the salvation to be found in the tantric bliss we practice elevates us from the mundane to a higher plane existence. we journey distances in moments, travel at the speed of light and find absolution in the crush and tide of oceanic waves of climactic joy.
what we find in the moment, as we dream away our fears is the one-love dreamtime erotic flight which makes sport of our night-time exhorcises, the prrrizes we make real, the desires become real;
when the whole room smells of sex, when the musk we make is fragrant, when you blush and heat my soul. loving you is the only goal.
YOU TURN ME ON. YOU MAKE ME FEEL SO STRONG. WHEN ONE AND ONE BECOMES ONE, WE ARE THE UNION, THE COMMUNION.THE ONLY THING IN THE WORLD THAT@S REAL.
so, steal my heart, feel the blood course through my veins, feel the heat that you engender, be the life-giving, love-making goddess that i know you are.
and welcome to this internet friendship/cyber-buddie..........thang.
i trust that this message finds you happy and healthy and that your schedule allows you extended moments of peace, joy, tranquility and abundance.
i look forward to future pure-positive communications between us of a mutually beneficial nature.
pass by my page and comment me sometime so that my other friends can see you, and feel free to network with any of them. they are all, like you, special people.
BIG LOVE from gilbert (zhjil-bairre) in marlborough, england.
