Desert Rose's Oasis

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looks kind of quiet around here. maybe some laps in the pool then a few drinks at the bar and some hot tub time.
 
Same here about the vid. " Your country is being a bitch and won't let you watch"

Plenty of Margaritas to go around, enough for a wild red head from down under.
 
I like PINK too. To bad I couldn't get her vid. I like her song about you and your hand.

That sounds like tonight since I just went all NCO on the Wife because she got silly on me. That is rare, but I pushed he too.


So somebody pour me a pint and rubb my thigh
 
I have been so lazy this week. Did lots of baking and cooking but haven't got out much except one day to get some groceries. On the other hand lots of money left in the bank. Just hope some sun comes soon. I want to take the trail around the lake but it gets flooded in the heavy rains.
 
Not sure what a "bonder" is. But if it's like a "plan" That's why men should be nervous. Some poor bastard is going down, he just doesn't know when, how, and if it's going to be worth it.
 
Not sure what a "bonder" is. But if it's like a "plan" That's why men should be nervous. Some poor bastard is going down, he just doesn't know when, how, and if it's going to be worth it.

Oops that was supposed to be boner lol.
 
I never trust women in groups. They have a different thought process than men. It is interesting to watch. And if they looked like that I'd definitely be watching.
 
I never trust women in groups. They have a different thought process than men. It is interesting to watch. And if they looked like that I'd definitely be watching.

How so? What kind of thought process do you think they have?
 
How so? What kind of thought process do you think they have?
Just watch a bit of those Housewife shows and you will see it in action or check out an office enviroment. Even if a company has no strict dress code the woman will try to one up each other on the designer expensive stuff.
 
Doc, it is mainly in the problem solving and leadership areas. If you are a male leader of women they will own you, protect you and look to your nurturing. Men will follow, challenge and not be into your every bit of business. Leading men, they don't get into your life, Women want to be involved. It is crazy and weird and a little intimidating to have 30 women surround you and make you their own.
 
Trisk, Just watched " Dirty Jobs down under" Holy shit woman why ain't you dead yet?

You must be the toughest flame bush in the whole world. Watched a show the other day about a post WW1 female private eye working down under too. Ach woman yer a hard one!!!
Doh be careful, the knots may be a wee bit tight if she has her way.
 
Trisk, Just watched " Dirty Jobs down under" Holy shit woman why ain't you dead yet?

You must be the toughest flame bush in the whole world. Watched a show the other day about a post WW1 female private eye working down under too. Ach woman yer a hard one!!!
Doh be careful, the knots may be a wee bit tight if she has her way.

I can honestly say that I was brought up tough, Ox. :D

I was my fathers' first son. Fishing, bikes, rifles, car repairs were all normal. and i had 2 wayward brothers who got themselves into heaps of shit.... that I had to get them out of!!

They still tell the story about me chasing 2 bullies down the road with a tree branch coz they bailed up my brothers, and that was a loooooooooooong time ago! :eek:

But I treat my DB with gentle hands, Ox. There are some things a girl just won't do. ;)
 
Goddess saw this where I posted it on another board

After her main course of grilled steak, still awash in the orgasmic explosion of that meal, the waiter pressed her for desert. It was a slice of buttermilk pie. She registered it as pure decadence, something she’d never done before. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the way the waiter said it, sounding like they were part of a conspiracy. She had never taken desert like this before. Only nasty girls ever had buttermilk pie. She had a hole she needed to fill, something to try at least once. She caved in to the waiter’s cajoling.

The plate was put in front of her and she eyed it tentatively, nervous, like experiencing sin for the first time. She slowly let the fork rest on the top, gravity easing it into the top crust, letting it relax into the pie. She took a small bite, not sure what to expect. It was dry, so she drank more wine and told herself to relax, the next fork full, a little deeper now, was moister and the taste was beginning to widen on her palate. She decided she was going to enjoy this and by her fourth and fifth forkful, she was taking deep, long slices, impaling herself on the buttermilk pie. The taste was ecstasy, the sweetness and smooth/silkiness in her mouth. Her head was swimming. Her thighs tightened and her toes began to curl, why had she put off so many other meals without this pie? She was stabbing frantically at the plate, exploding over the edge of orgasm, gripping the table with one hand. The waiter pulled back the now empty plate. Sobbing for air, she pushed herself back in her chair, wiped the sweat from her brow and drained her wine glass. The nasty girls had kept this secret from her for too long.
 
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