lostmuppet47

I remember wishing I could be Marion Ravenwood.

To be honest, I wouldn’t have minded finding her either.

You’re not allowed to cum to them.

Tell me what it’s like

It's a little past one o'clock on a Friday, and we're having a late lunch at a nice restaurant downtown.
Elizabeth is a new worker in the advertising department. I've met her twice before today: once when she was being shown around the office on her first day; and then at an interdepartmental meeting, where she had kept me in stitches with her running commentary on Henderson's presentation. When she stopped by my desk today and asked if I wanted to grab a bite, I agreed immediately.

I've never met a more intriguing woman. She's vivacious, and full of a laughter that infects everyone within earshot. I'm watching her now, a glass of wine steady in her right as she gestures with the left,

It's a little past one o'clock on a Friday, and we're having a late lunch at a nice restaurant downtown.
Elizabeth is a new worker in the advertising department. I've met her twice before today: once when she was being shown around the office on her first day; and then at an interdepartmental meeting, where she had kept me in stitches with her running commentary on Henderson's presentation. When she stopped by my desk today and asked if I wanted to grab a bite, I agreed immediately.

I've never met a more intriguing woman. She's vivacious, and full of a laughter that infects everyone within earshot. I'm watching her now, a glass of wine steady in her right as she gestures with the left, in

It hurts too much.

It would be a mercy to go in my sleep

I would very much like not to hurt

I worship you gently

Eagerly

Fearful of being consumed

I worship you with my eyes averted

As I pray with the tips of my fingers outstretched

As I pray with the touch of my lips

As I pray with the tip and the flat of my tongue

I worship your feet

I worship your legs

I worship your ass

I worship your breasts

Kneeling before you

I worship at your altar

In the tongues of women and angels

I worship you

And pray to be found worthy

I’m a woman of wealth and taste.

I can’t stop crying

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today Tomorrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry; For having lost but once your prime, You may forever tarry.

Spent an hour or more tied to the foot of the bed and hooded while Lovely refused to let me climax.

10!10 would recommend

Still not sold on the merits of this arrangement, but I’ll honor it a while longer.