tulsatwisters
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Just a silly question, m'dear.
And yes... I am.
Some kind.
Now answer my question.
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Just a little Hello
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tulsatwisters
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I have been receiving emails from a bunch of Lit guys, and a some pics too. A few are begggggging me to show a bit more skin. Seeing some of the pics, I started to feel a bit bad for the other lit ladies who was not able to see the pics. So................... I picked out a couple of pics, two of the hottest hunks to of all the hot guys to send me pics, to share them with you.
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tulsatwisters
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If I tell you, will you promise to put me across your lap..
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As raw said how old... I am not that old...hell you are 30 something???
tulsatwisters
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hon, a girl never tells her age.... now lets kiss and make up.
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Muah!!! Lol must I put my tongue ring back in?????
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ohhh baby, would you... I would luv it.
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Tea Time
It is just about tea time.... Nothing calms the nerves like a spot of tea. We can all sit down together like the great friends that we are and have a nice cup of tea.
It is just about tea time.... Nothing calms the nerves like a spot of tea. We can all sit down together like the great friends that we are and have a nice cup of tea.
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Tea...ok can I have the stool your feet are on???
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All you had to do was ask hon
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Let Me just say that you are the alice that this wonderland needed to come along and stir up the tea party
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thank you trask9 and TalondeKarrde, you are both very sweet 
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September Poem Time
I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth,
Obsessing our private lives;
The unmentionable odour of death
Offends the September night.
Accurate scholarship can
Unearth the whole offence
From Luther until now
That has driven a culture mad,
Find what occurred at Linz,
What huge imago made
A psychopathic god:
I and the public know
What all schoolchildren learn,
Those to whom evil is done
Do evil in return.
Exiled Thucydides knew
All that a speech can say
About Democracy,
And what dictators do,
The elderly rubbish they talk
To an apathetic grave;
Analysed all in his book,
The enlightenment driven away,
The habit-forming pain,
Mismanagement and grief:
We must suffer them all again.
Into this neutral air
Where blind skyscrapers use
Their full height to proclaim
The strength of Collective Man,
Each language pours its vain
Competitive excuse:
But who can live for long
In an euphoric dream;
Out of the mirror they stare,
Imperialism's face
And the international wrong.
Faces along the bar
Cling to their average day:
The lights must never go out,
The music must always play,
All the conventions conspire
To make this fort assume
The furniture of home;
Lest we should see where we are,
Lost in a haunted wood,
Children afraid of the night
Who have never been happy or good.
The windiest militant trash
Important Persons shout
Is not so crude as our wish:
What mad Nijinsky wrote
About Diaghilev
Is true of the normal heart;
For the error bred in the bone
Of each woman and each man
Craves what it cannot have,
Not universal love
But to be loved alone.
From the conservative dark
Into the ethical life
The dense commuters come,
Repeating their morning vow;
'I will be true to the wife,
I'll concentrate more on my work,'
And helpless governors wake
To resume their compulsory game:
Who can release them now,
Who can reach the dead,
Who can speak for the dumb?
All I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain
Of the sensual man-in-the-street
And the lie of Authority
Whose buildings grope the sky:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
We must love one another or die.
Defenseless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.
I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth,
Obsessing our private lives;
The unmentionable odour of death
Offends the September night.
Accurate scholarship can
Unearth the whole offence
From Luther until now
That has driven a culture mad,
Find what occurred at Linz,
What huge imago made
A psychopathic god:
I and the public know
What all schoolchildren learn,
Those to whom evil is done
Do evil in return.
Exiled Thucydides knew
All that a speech can say
About Democracy,
And what dictators do,
The elderly rubbish they talk
To an apathetic grave;
Analysed all in his book,
The enlightenment driven away,
The habit-forming pain,
Mismanagement and grief:
We must suffer them all again.
Into this neutral air
Where blind skyscrapers use
Their full height to proclaim
The strength of Collective Man,
Each language pours its vain
Competitive excuse:
But who can live for long
In an euphoric dream;
Out of the mirror they stare,
Imperialism's face
And the international wrong.
Faces along the bar
Cling to their average day:
The lights must never go out,
The music must always play,
All the conventions conspire
To make this fort assume
The furniture of home;
Lest we should see where we are,
Lost in a haunted wood,
Children afraid of the night
Who have never been happy or good.
The windiest militant trash
Important Persons shout
Is not so crude as our wish:
What mad Nijinsky wrote
About Diaghilev
Is true of the normal heart;
For the error bred in the bone
Of each woman and each man
Craves what it cannot have,
Not universal love
But to be loved alone.
From the conservative dark
Into the ethical life
The dense commuters come,
Repeating their morning vow;
'I will be true to the wife,
I'll concentrate more on my work,'
And helpless governors wake
To resume their compulsory game:
Who can release them now,
Who can reach the dead,
Who can speak for the dumb?
All I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain
Of the sensual man-in-the-street
And the lie of Authority
Whose buildings grope the sky:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
We must love one another or die.
Defenseless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.
RawHumor
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You can whisper it (or PM it) to me.
And I can't make such a promise... my lap is an earned spot.
tulsatwisters
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You can whisper it (or PM it) to me.
And I can't make such a promise... my lap is an earned spot.
What do I have to do.................. to earn the lap of honor?
tulsatwisters
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Ty fallen_1, I see that you have a great smile... I also noticed the tatto on your shoulder, but can[t quite make out what it is. Would you mind telling me about the tatto?
Sure, it represents a painting a friend of mine had done. If you click on the link, that will take you to my pic thread, there is a better shot of it there.
The painting has some religious/spiritual meaning, but has a good general meaning. The man represents strength, then he has wounds in his back that represents suffering, then water coming out of the wounds to represent healing.
tulsatwisters
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ty, onehd, kydean and oh55guy..... posting sexy pics can be a lot of fun, but I think having some funny sexy banter or chatting about a variety of topics and maybe even a bit of crazy chat, can be even more fun and exciting.
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Tea Time
From the photo I saw, you can drink the tea, I would love to drink the nectar from between your legs.........mmmmmm, tasty.
From the photo I saw, you can drink the tea, I would love to drink the nectar from between your legs.........mmmmmm, tasty.
Love the french tips, but thought you were English!
