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If Lauren needs towels, then she is the Goddess of Wet Pussy!
 
smithpeter

I think in this thread kneeling is preferable to standing in line. And you got to be up to the brushing.

Sweetwood
 
WickedEve said:
If Lauren needs towels, then she is the Goddess of Wet Pussy!
Yes, that's the title i'm going to have above my avatar once I get 1000 posts...
 
*LMAO*

Hi there everyone

This is Sweetwood's wife. What have you people been doing to my husband? He's kneeling on the floor spreading his ass cheeks and mumbling something about a brush.

Y'all so funny.

E
 
Lauren.Hynde said:

Yes, that's the title i'm going to have above my avatar once I get 1000 posts...
I guess that leaves me with Goddess of Ass Brushing. And Sweetwood is my only worshipper. :D
 
on my knees

I wasn't mumbling about brushes I was chanting the OM of the Goddess of Ass Brushing

Sweetbrush (slowly rising into trance)
 
If you ever anger Goddess of the Ass Brush, you better cover your ass, Sweetwood! (unless you like it rough. :D )

Where is Goddess Wet Pussy's poem?
 
Re: *LMAO*

Sweetwood said:
Hi there everyone

This is Sweetwood's wife. What have you people been doing to my husband? He's kneeling on the floor spreading his ass cheeks and mumbling something about a brush.

Y'all so funny.

E
Is this really Sweetwood's wife? lol
Please brush Sweetwood's ass. :D
 
Yes I am

I'm Elizabeth and yes, I'm his wife.

He has been giggling like a fool for the past hour, typing furiously.

And of course chanting his mantra.

This is better than a Cosmopolitan. *L*
 
Chanting in duet

I have now added the Om of the mysteriously missing Goddess of the Wet Pussy in the hopes to tickle her out of her towels.

They must be truly warm, moist, and comfortable by now. I hope she hasn't gone to sleep. (warm moist towels in sleeping quarters make for bedwetting)

Sweetwood (all moist , warm and cozy)
 
*slapping my thighs*

If this keeps going on I will have stinging thighs in addition to a freshly brushed red hot ass. (Also what have we done to Elizabeth. Last I saw her she was dancing and chanting with a bottle brush like a scepter in her hand down the streets of rural Nova Scotia)

And the banging and the screwing was heard in the entire neighborhood.

Still dripping

Sweetdrips (warmer, moister and cozier)
 
Goddess of the Wet Pussy

Goddess of the Wet Pussy:

Where art thou?

*swinging my magic brush and contorting my body and face I conjure up the Spirit of:

Goddess of the Wet Pussy

Then kneeling and flagellating myself I say to my lovely wife:

this is gonna be a long night honey

piece

Sweetwood
 
Maybe Goddess Wet Pussy drowned.

Sweetwood, I hope you and your Sweetwife are having a kinky time.
 
Damn...I like that!

I dub myself Sweetwife. *tapping each shoulder with my brush"

Yes...we're having a grand old kinky time Eve.

Sweetwife:D
 
Drowned

To Goddess:

In the immortal words of Hai Ku the
Japanese God of Banter:

Haunting wet words
over sex towels
the Goddess
of Wet Pussy
drowned



Sweetwood:p
 
Sweetwife

You need to register that name. Then you can come on here and talk with everyone while Sweetass brushes himself! lol
 
Re: Drowned

Sweetwood said:
To Goddess:

In the immortal words of Hai Ku the
Japanese God of Banter:

Haunting wet words
over sex towels
the Goddess
of Wet Pussy
drowned



Sweetwood:p
That is so sad! :( Poor, poor Wet Pussy drowned in her own juices.
But that poem will make a hell of a eulogy, Sweetwoody!
 
Sorry, guys :(

I think I found out why I was needing all the towels. I was with a burning fever, had to go to the hospital... Guess I should have waited a little longer before starting to wear those tank tops and shorts...

Oh, well, now I'll have to write my first poem ever on drugs. Lets see if the doors of perception open wide.

One smouldering pussy coming right up!!!
 
Lauren.Hynde said:
Sorry, guys :(

I think I found out why I was needing all the towels. I was with a burning fever, had to go to the hospital... Guess I should have waited a little longer before starting to wear those tank tops and shorts...

Oh, well, now I'll have to write my first poem ever on drugs. Lets see if the doors of perception open wide.

One smouldering pussy coming right up!!!
Oh, Lauren! Go to bed, rest. Write the poem later.
Are you doing okay?
 
fevered pussy

The chant of resurrection:


Drowned
on enhancing drugs
she carted the
fevered pussy
home to write

This sounds so hot that much is resurrected

Sweetwood
 
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