Into the Phonebooth

Duh! You look dapper.


You re VT the hottie ... :kiss:
Amal is just pretty
Wonder if he gets snotty
And kicks my booty


Yeah, I just rhymed on your thread ... :eek:

Kicking your booty
Is not my true duty.
Though Making your cheeks blush
Gives me such a rush.
 
Let's keep the rush
All secret and hush hush
For the way you make me flush
Will make them ladies blush.

Flushing and blushing,
Fingers and tongues
With all this innuendo,
How are you not even at one (yet) :devil:
 
Holding out on me again!! Joins VT in the caning... :caning: I love the cocky ass expression on your face. You know you look good!
 
Suit question...

Have you considered wearing a suit every time you HAVE to be dressed? Just a thought 😊
 
http://i1373.photobucket.com/albums/ag368/jbelt1980/Mobile%20Uploads/2016-07/2016-08/35E0BA72-F74E-4320-8E74-82B24E5D5C74_zpsrnahmihs.jpg

I've spent so much time thinking about how I want to say this. I've exhausted every poetic process that I know of. I have written songs. But all of that only coats the surface of what goes through my mind when you appear. Usually I am guilty of dancing around topics and feelings, but right now I want to be very direct with you. Please listen to me carefully.

I don't just want to fuck you. This goes far beyond my cock in your pussy, pulsing inside of you while you squeeze down around me. This goes far beyond my hands pressing against your thighs and my lips lapping at your clit, or moaning as I taste the copious amounts of sweet and tangy juices coming from your pussy. This is beyond my hand in your hair, or my teeth on your nipples. This is deeper. This is about a connection so vast that even when we are not physically having sex, we are still having sex. This is about you being at work, writhing in your seat, because you can feel my teeth on the inside of your thighs. This is about you needing bathroom breaks to relieve the pressure building, or deciding to just leave your panties in your purse, because the residual orgasms that flood your mind ruin any hope of keeping your pussy covered that day. This is about simple text messages that cause flashes in your mind, where you see me in the mirror behind you, our skin colors mixing and creating art. This is about you catching my state and returning it without shame, as you feel me throbbing and thrusting into you at a maddening pace. This is about your thoughts and daydreams being consumed by me. Us. This.

See, any man with a cock can fuck you senseless. But only a considerate, skilled lover can take what happens physically and translate it into the wetness and lip-biting that you are experiencing now as you read these words. Your breaths are a little faster, aren't they? Your pulse has quickened? Good. This is just the beginning.

I will ruin you for every other man who tried to come after me. No collar necessary. No bindings. Just my hands. My skill. My voice. Our bodies. Your nectar on my tongue. Your scratches on my back. Your orgasm ringing in my ears, and my growls vibrating in yours.

You deserve nothing less.

Mmmm.

Nirvana. Perfection. You.

Understand?
 
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"Worthy"


You are worth it.
Do you hear what I’m saying?
You…yes, YOU
You’re worth it all.
You’re worth the all the love
All the admiration
All the adoration
All the swoons and thuds.
Not merely just the foolery..
You’re more than a jester
And while chaos gets you moving
Peace is yours for the taking.

And any man who plans on taking
Just one part of you,
Does you a huge disservice
Cause you’re more than few.
You’re worth it.
I mean this,
I wish that you believed me,
And could see what I see
When I helplessly gaze.
You’re just worth it,
And you’re enough for any man
Worth the name.
In you is no shame,
But honor to be redeemed.

And yes, I repeat this
I don’t want you to miss this.
I want you to believe this
Receive this in your soul, babe.
You’re worth it.
You’re worth it all.
You’re worth everything.
And you’re worthy of all the love
That your heart can stand.
Sure you stand alone,
Never said you needed a man…
But the man who has your heart
Should understand his great burden.
You’re a garden to be tended
Not trash to be compacted.
And while savage sex is your want,
Your heart is flesh
And you should come to expect
That your treasure should be treasured..
Filled so much with pleasure
That it feels it could burst.

Cause you’re worth it.
You’re worth it all.
You’re worth everything.
 
Not in the mood for the sweet and syrupy stuff? Alrighty then. Lol.

Jk

Nite.
 
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