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Love that way to show us your way of sharing how you vote.
I exercised my right to vote!
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Love that way to show us your way of sharing how you vote.
I exercised my right to vote!
Such an erotic start. Can't wait to smell the bouquet of part 2 and 3Part 1 of 3...
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I told him how, in the past, sex seemed to always be regulated to the dark or dimly lit rooms. He was quiet as I spoke, giving me the time to speak my mind while avoiding his gaze, staring down at my thinly covered thighs bathed in sunlight.
"It dawned on me that I wasn't prett-"
"No." His single word cutting me off and silencing any protest.
"No, my dear. You are beautiful and they were blind to not see it. Younger men rush through things for a cheap high. They never slow down and savor the moment."
He paused to take a sip of his bourbon. Watching the movement made me think of a compliment he gave me not so long ago. ~Your voice is smooth and warm like bourbon, hints of vanilla mingled with smoke. A man could lose himself in your words...and die to hear your sweet gasps and moans.~ My cheeks flush at the memory, watching the glass and wishing I was pressed against those lips.
"Today...I will show you how beautiful you are. We'll go slow, I'll guide you." Our eyes meet and I... want to squirm and look away, to hide from his piercing gaze and warm, firm tone, but I want this, I want him...
Love that way to show us your way of sharing how you vote.
Heya, PekingDuck.Such an erotic start. Can't wait to smell the bouquet of part 2 and 3
My polling place nevers has such a Sexy View ....I exercised my right to vote!
I'll savor this ....Part 1 of 3...
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I told him how, in the past, sex seemed to always be regulated to the dark or dimly lit rooms. He was quiet as I spoke, giving me the time to speak my mind while avoiding his gaze, staring down at my thinly covered thighs bathed in sunlight.
"It dawned on me that I wasn't prett-"
"No." His single word cutting me off and silencing any protest.
"No, my dear. You are beautiful and they were blind to not see it. Younger men rush through things for a cheap high. They never slow down and savor the moment."
He paused to take a sip of his bourbon. Watching the movement made me think of a compliment he gave me not so long ago. ~Your voice is smooth and warm like bourbon, hints of vanilla mingled with smoke. A man could lose himself in your words...and die to hear your sweet gasps and moans.~ My cheeks flush at the memory, watching the glass and wishing I was pressed against those lips.
"Today...I will show you how beautiful you are. We'll go slow, I'll guide you." Our eyes meet and I... want to squirm and look away, to hide from his piercing gaze and warm, firm tone, but I want this, I want him...
Aye, mine seems like a graveyard every time I go to vote.My polling place nevers has such a Sexy View ....
Like a good bourbon, it's best to take your time with it.I'll savor this ....
I know with you it would be a very nice long affair .... can't wait for 2 and 3.Aye, mine seems like a graveyard every time I go to vote.
Like a good bourbon, it's best to take your time with it.
Oh you will get more votes for sure. Pressure is on and you are good under pressure. I have a hard time believing you get stage frightHeya, PekingDuck.
Just doing my duty to drum up more votes!
As for 2 and 3, oye... now the pressure is on to perform. Ep! Stage fright.
Mmmmmmmmmmm!!!! That's how I like to spend lazy days away with a sexy partner!!I miss slow days spent in bed.. the smell of books and his cologne.. the warmth of sunshine and the searing heat of his mouth on mine..how hours passed by like minutes...
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We're all going to be looking forward to it. LOL - no pressure, just letting you know that your words and images are appreciated.It'll be like this.. a continuation of the text and a progressively more revealing photo to go along.
Atta girl! you better not have gone to the polling booth like that!
I exercised my right to vote!
Nicely written! Looking forward to the other parts and attached image.Part 1 of 3...
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I told him how, in the past, sex seemed to always be regulated to the dark or dimly lit rooms. He was quiet as I spoke, giving me the time to speak my mind while avoiding his gaze, staring down at my thinly covered thighs bathed in sunlight.
"It dawned on me that I wasn't prett-"
"No." His single word cutting me off and silencing any protest.
"No, my dear. You are beautiful and they were blind to not see it. Younger men rush through things for a cheap high. They never slow down and savor the moment."
He paused to take a sip of his bourbon. Watching the movement made me think of a compliment he gave me not so long ago. ~Your voice is smooth and warm like bourbon, hints of vanilla mingled with smoke. A man could lose himself in your words...and die to hear your sweet gasps and moans.~ My cheeks flush at the memory, watching the glass and wishing I was pressed against those lips.
"Today...I will show you how beautiful you are. We'll go slow, I'll guide you." Our eyes meet and I... want to squirm and look away, to hide from his piercing gaze and warm, firm tone, but I want this, I want him...
I'd vote for that view every time!
I exercised my right to vote!
https://giphy.com/gifs/uVgohq4sCg1UcPart 1 of 3...
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I told him how, in the past, sex seemed to always be regulated to the dark or dimly lit rooms. He was quiet as I spoke, giving me the time to speak my mind while avoiding his gaze, staring down at my thinly covered thighs bathed in sunlight.
"It dawned on me that I wasn't prett-"
"No." His single word cutting me off and silencing any protest.
"No, my dear. You are beautiful and they were blind to not see it. Younger men rush through things for a cheap high. They never slow down and savor the moment."
He paused to take a sip of his bourbon. Watching the movement made me think of a compliment he gave me not so long ago. ~Your voice is smooth and warm like bourbon, hints of vanilla mingled with smoke. A man could lose himself in your words...and die to hear your sweet gasps and moans.~ My cheeks flush at the memory, watching the glass and wishing I was pressed against those lips.
"Today...I will show you how beautiful you are. We'll go slow, I'll guide you." Our eyes meet and I... want to squirm and look away, to hide from his piercing gaze and warm, firm tone, but I want this, I want him...
This exercise of your civic duty surely has an unprecedented approval rating. I cannot endorse nipple (and areola for that matter) democratization strongly enough.I exercised my right to vote!
A long affair.I know with you it would be a very nice long affair .... can't wait for 2 and 3.
Good under pressure?! No, no.. never me. I snap and dwindle under pressure!Oh you will get more votes for sure. Pressure is on and you are good under pressure. I have a hard time believing you get stage fright
Glad you like the thread. That's quite the through back time wise.Mmmmmmmmmmm!!!! That's how I like to spend lazy days away with a sexy partner!!
Thank you kindly, darlin'. I shall do my best to deliever something thought provoking.We're all going to be looking forward to it. LOL - no pressure, just letting you know that your words and images are appreciated.
Never! I wouldn't wish to cause any of the pollworkers distress. Last thing they need is a sudden shock and they'd end up in a grave.Atta girl! you better not have gone to the polling booth like that!
Nicely written! Looking forward to the other parts and attached image.
Hello, detective! Long time no see.I'd vote for that view every time!
Thanks, darlin'..
Hiya, hon! Glad you found your to my little slice of lit and have been enjoying the meager offerings.This exercise of your civic duty surely has an unprecedented approval rating. I cannot endorse nipple (and areola for that matter) democratization strongly enough.
First time coming across your thread, really enjoyed your writing
*bump* cause it was left on the last page..
Are you feeling better, hon?
Are you feeling better, hon?
Younger men rush through things for a cheap high. They never slow down and savor the moment.
You happened upon a rare event since I haven't posted photos in quite some time. Hope you enjoy yourself while you visit.Not around as much lately, but nice to see you're still posting your lovely self
Certainly enjoyed that view to be sure.You happened upon a rare event since I haven't posted photos in quite some time. Hope you enjoy yourself while you visit.
I love this glimpse into your thoughts and kudos for pushing yourself out of your comfort zone. That’s not an easy thing to do at all.Part 1 of 3...
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I told him how, in the past, sex seemed to always be regulated to the dark or dimly lit rooms. He was quiet as I spoke, giving me the time to speak my mind while avoiding his gaze, staring down at my thinly covered thighs bathed in sunlight.
"It dawned on me that I wasn't prett-"
"No." His single word cutting me off and silencing any protest.
"No, my dear. You are beautiful and they were blind to not see it. Younger men rush through things for a cheap high. They never slow down and savor the moment."
He paused to take a sip of his bourbon. Watching the movement made me think of a compliment he gave me not so long ago. ~Your voice is smooth and warm like bourbon, hints of vanilla mingled with smoke. A man could lose himself in your words...and die to hear your sweet gasps and moans.~ My cheeks flush at the memory, watching the glass and wishing I was pressed against those lips.
"Today...I will show you how beautiful you are. We'll go slow, I'll guide you." Our eyes meet and I... want to squirm and look away, to hide from his piercing gaze and warm, firm tone, but I want this, I want him...
YumThick thighs save lives.
I've heard it many times in regard to thunder and lightning, but you know what? I think it's rubbish. Thick thighs end lives and bring life anew. I can hear the wheels whirring, so calm your brains and tongues for a second and hear me out. Have you ever ventured between someone's thighs and returned the same? No. The experience changed you, ended the old you, and you were born anew.
Guardians of a sacred flower
Petals drenched in honeyed dew
The scent alone enough to change a soul
A taste is what ends and starts anew.
Or blah blah.. random shit bouncing around inside my head.
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Beautiful picture and body.Omg I know right, the breeze blowing on your naked body is awesome
Love this photo, you are so Sexy.