Todger65
Usually Horny
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Like it, with and without a bra, nipple poking.just a reminder
Love the new avatar. Just you.
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Like it, with and without a bra, nipple poking.just a reminder
Yes. Braless is more evocative! Both are enticing. Sorry to hear you’re always tired? How about a nice shoulder rub?just a reminder
Oh my Stars and Garters!!
You need to post the second pic over on the Fetish Forum-Braless in Public. The boys would go crazy for that one!
Like it, with and without a bra, nipple poking.
Love the new avatar. Just you.
Yes. Braless is more evocative! Both are enticing. Sorry to hear you’re always tired? How about a nice shoulder rub?
As ever Moochie, you make me want to dive into your pictures, squeeze you tenderly but firmly in my arms, then nuzzle impishly between your fabulous breasts. There I said it! Bad Tangleskein!just a reminder
As ever Moochie, you make me want to dive into your pictures, squeeze you tenderly but firmly in my arms, then nuzzle impishly between your fabulous breasts. There I said it! Bad Tangleskein!
Such a beautiful view, and your words, they make it so much more special... a wonderful story in picture and poem.Preview
You’re on a trail somewhere right now
Making your way down hills and through valleys
I know you know well.
You ride confidently
And with purpose
To the top and back
As I do the same
From the driver’s seat of my car -
And fuck, Daddy…
How I wish my hand was yours
As we both dip in and out
Passing obstacles
Coming to climaxes
Together
But apart.
The pull you supply
Is a deep agony
To my heart.
Such a beautiful view, and your words, they make it so much more special... a wonderful story in picture and poem.
Love,
Thom
I do wish I was therePreview
You’re on a trail somewhere right now
Making your way down hills and through valleys
I know you know well.
You ride confidently
And with purpose
To the top and back
As I do the same
From the driver’s seat of my car -
And fuck, Daddy…
How I wish my hand was yours
As we both dip in and out
Passing obstacles
Coming to climaxes
Together
But apart.
The pull you supply
Is a deep agony
To my heart.
Love the verses supporting the photo, or is it vice versa?Preview
You’re on a trail somewhere right now
Making your way down hills and through valleys
I know you know well.
You ride confidently
And with purpose
To the top and back
As I do the same
From the driver’s seat of my car -
And fuck, Daddy…
How I wish my hand was yours
As we both dip in and out
Passing obstacles
Coming to climaxes
Together
But apart.
The pull you supply
Is a deep agony
To my heart.
I do wish I was there
And we would share
I would feel your bare pair
And it would be a heated affair
There’s something about front seat playtime that really does it for me.
Love the verses supporting the photo, or is it vice versa?
Car phone sex, perfect solution as a safe outdoor alternative. The pic shows your level of enjoyment.Preview
You’re on a trail somewhere right now
Making your way down hills and through valleys
I know you know well.
You ride confidently
And with purpose
To the top and back
As I do the same
From the driver’s seat of my car -
And fuck, Daddy…
How I wish my hand was yours
As we both dip in and out
Passing obstacles
Coming to climaxes
Together
But apart.
The pull you supply
Is a deep agony
To my heart.
On the contrary…
Car phone sex, perfect solution as a safe outdoor alternative. The pic shows your level of enjoyment.
Wonderful words as always moochie! I would love it if you'd allow me to read one of your poems in my audio poetry thread one day!The Downpour
the rain was coming down hard
her fingers slid up my dress
when the rest of the night
she was nowhere around
and I could smell her
I told her she would be trouble
she sank into my skin
following me
in the memory
of her tongue running over my neck
hand lifting my chin
so much trouble
my hand wrapped around her breast
nipple in my mouth
the heat between her sighs
held around us in a bubble
lost in the downpour
and the realization
that she’s trouble
Pulls gently upon your hand, to draw you down into my ever waiting lap, so that I can enfold your nakedness within my powerful arms. Your head nestles against my chest and you listen to the soporific beat of my heart, loud and strong; racing a little, but that is no surprise. I squeeze your soft, suppleness a little tighter, resting my head upon yours and allow both of my hands to caress your curves tenderly, easing you out of your day's work, and into the arms of Morpheus.The Downpour
the rain was coming down hard
her fingers slid up my dress
when the rest of the night
she was nowhere around
and I could smell her
I told her she would be trouble
she sank into my skin
following me
in the memory
of her tongue running over my neck
hand lifting my chin
so much trouble
my hand wrapped around her breast
nipple in my mouth
the heat between her sighs
held around us in a bubble
lost in the downpour
and the realization
that she’s trouble
More fun times, I tend to forget you are bi.The Downpour
the rain was coming down hard
her fingers slid up my dress
when the rest of the night
she was nowhere around
and I could smell her
I told her she would be trouble
she sank into my skin
following me
in the memory
of her tongue running over my neck
hand lifting my chin
so much trouble
my hand wrapped around her breast
nipple in my mouth
the heat between her sighs
held around us in a bubble
lost in the downpour
and the realization
that she’s trouble
Wonderful words as always moochie! I would love it if you'd allow me to read one of your poems in my audio poetry thread one day!
And the accompanying picture makes me think you could be trouble as well
Love,
Thom
Pulls gently upon your hand, to draw you down into my ever waiting lap, so that I can enfold your nakedness within my powerful arms. Your head nestles against my chest and you listen to the soporific beat of my heart, loud and strong; racing a little, but that is no surprise. I squeeze your soft, suppleness a little tighter, resting my head upon yours and allow both of my hands to caress your curves tenderly, easing you out of your day's work, and into the arms of Morpheus.
Excerpt of T's dream..
Inspired by you M.
More fun times, I tend to forget you are bi.
I have read out your last poem, I really love it!Thanks, Thom. You can absolutely read any of my poems aloud, just please credit and let me know! As far as me being trouble…
Sounds like a lovely dream, T.
I find myself wanting to write less to the heteronormative view lately. It’s easy to forget my sexuality when I’m constantly writing about being hopelessly in love with a man… which I am.
Warm rain is peaceful.The Downpour
the rain was coming down hard
her fingers slid up my dress
when the rest of the night
she was nowhere around
and I could smell her
I told her she would be trouble
she sank into my skin
following me
in the memory
of her tongue running over my neck
hand lifting my chin
so much trouble
my hand wrapped around her breast
nipple in my mouth
the heat between her sighs
held around us in a bubble
lost in the downpour
and the realization
that she’s trouble
Is this the road less traveled? You came to a fork in the road and took it. Yogi BerraPreview
You’re on a trail somewhere right now
Making your way down hills and through valleys
I know you know well.
You ride confidently
And with purpose
To the top and back
As I do the same
From the driver’s seat of my car -
And fuck, Daddy…
How I wish my hand was yours
As we both dip in and out
Passing obstacles
Coming to climaxes
Together
But apart.
The pull you supply
Is a deep agony
To my heart.
I can relate to most of the poem. Just never wore a dress. I’ve always enjoyed her lingering scent on my fingers.The Downpour
the rain was coming down hard
her fingers slid up my dress
when the rest of the night
she was nowhere around
and I could smell her
I told her she would be trouble
she sank into my skin
following me
in the memory
of her tongue running over my neck
hand lifting my chin
so much trouble
my hand wrapped around her breast
nipple in my mouth
the heat between her sighs
held around us in a bubble
lost in the downpour
and the realization
that she’s trouble
I love it when she pushes the boundaries to get in a bit of mischiefThe Downpour
the rain was coming down hard
her fingers slid up my dress
when the rest of the night
she was nowhere around
and I could smell her
I told her she would be trouble
she sank into my skin
following me
in the memory
of her tongue running over my neck
hand lifting my chin
so much trouble
my hand wrapped around her breast
nipple in my mouth
the heat between her sighs
held around us in a bubble
lost in the downpour
and the realization
that she’s trouble
Creates such a great picture!The Downpour
the rain was coming down hard
her fingers slid up my dress
when the rest of the night
she was nowhere around
and I could smell her
I told her she would be trouble
she sank into my skin
following me
in the memory
of her tongue running over my neck
hand lifting my chin
so much trouble
my hand wrapped around her breast
nipple in my mouth
the heat between her sighs
held around us in a bubble
lost in the downpour
and the realization
that she’s trouble
I find myself wanting to write less to the heteronormative view lately. It’s easy to forget my sexuality when I’m constantly writing about being hopelessly in love with a man… which I am.