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Posted:Apr 29, 2007 5:10 am
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will you?... I hummed the words just as they rang of my stereo...
Come to decide that the things that I tried Were in my life just to get high on When I sit alone Come get a little lone But I need more than myself this time red hot chili peppers
my arms stretched out open wide i am sitting here waiting for you...
will you come into my arms? lean your head against my shoulder? feel my breath warm on your shoulder? run your fingers through my hair?
will you?
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when the music's over...
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Posted:Apr 26, 2007 4:28 am
Last Updated:Nov 2, 2014 7:59 pm
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when the music's over...
When the music's over When the music's over Turn out the lights... The Doors
Jim Morrison's voice filled the room... Strong and sexy... possessed by a mystic rhythm. The moon was shining brightly outside our window. It was a clear spring night. As our naked bodies swayed in our after-midnight dance, my lips approached her ear.
"Do you trust me?", I whispered in her ear. "Yes", her answer was immediate... no hesitation in her voice. I grinned. I took a black silk scarf. Moved behind her. And tied it around her eyes. She patiently waited till I was done, a quiet sense of excitement slightly visible in her.
"Dance with me", I asked her gently. Our bodies swayed again, only this time more passionately... our pace becoming a little quicker, our grip around each other a little tighter. She followed my lead, a faint smile appearing on her lips. I stopped. Stood still. And kissed her deeply. My arms squeezing her closer. My tongue slowly exploring her mouth.
My fingers glided down her spine, causing her a small shiver. I went even further. Right down between her ass cheeks. Parting them gently. Feeling her. All the way down her thighs. Spreading them apart and rubbing them harder now. My middle finger slid up again. To her pussy lips. She sighed and moaned with anticipation as I felt her moist skin, her dew warming my fingers. I rubbed some more. Then brought my finger to her mouth and placed it on her lips. She smiled and licked it. But right away my lips attacked hers, my tongue tasting her sweet essence on her tongue. I was hard as ever.
Slowly I lowered her to her knees, then to all fours. I moved behind her. Knelt. Leaned over her body, my skin burning hers by now. I cupped her breasts. Rolled her nipples between my fingers. Kissed the back of her neck. And grabbed her by the shoulders as I pushed my crotch towards hers. My pulse was racing... almost as much as hers.
"Yes", she said once more. Her voice stronger now. More eager. More husky. "Yes", I answered. And grabbed my solid hardness. And touched her moist tenderness. A jolt of electricity passed her as the tip of my cock touched her clit. Then she leaned back towards me as I started rubbing her clit with the head of my cock. "Yes", her voice was wilder now.
I slid my cock in her. Inch by inch. Slowly. Deliberately. Then started grinding in her. Hard. Fast. Furious. My hands still on her breasts. But moving down to her clit. Rubbing it from both sides. 'Milking' it as my cock raced in and out of her. Mmmm...
I stopped. But only for a second. Pulled out. And touched her rear entrance with my glistening cock. She jumped a little, but I could feel her excitement grow. I eased it in her. Felt her tightness surround me. Felt her warmth turn into a white heat. Then started driving my cock in and out of her depth. Steadily. But just as passionately. My fingers never leaving her clit. Rhythmically massaging it from both sides, then rubbing all over it... then from the sides again... my balls slapping against her... her wetness trickling down on them.
She moved her arms backwards. Grabbed me hard. Pushed back. Screamed my name. And exploded on me. Her pleasure overflowing and dripping down her thighs. I held her tight. And climaxed in her soon after. Long and hard. My balls spilling all of me in her. Screaming her name as well. My body crouched on hers. Never letting her go.
"Do you trust me?", I asked her again. Even though I knew her answer. "Yes", she whispered, "the music isn't over yet"...
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disturbing questions...
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Posted:Apr 23, 2007 9:55 pm
Last Updated:May 26, 2007 3:16 am
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disturbing questions...
During these past few days I have been discreetly watching the media reports about the tragedy at Virginia Tech. I have also read and commented on several wonderful, touching posts here in our own blogville. I have refrained from writing anything about this on my own blog, but some things hit too close to be left unspoken.
When I was in college in the U.S., a student in my dormitory shot two other students dead. Just like that. Just out of the blue on an April ( coincidence? ) morning. He then calmly waited in his room to be arrested and confessed that his intention was to shoot more people but stopped when he missed one. The 'lucky' student that escaped managed to call the police. Needless to say, just like everyone else, I was shocked to learn all this. So much violence... for no apparent reason.
Now that the microphones and cameras have been switched off and the respects paid to the victims and their families, perhaps it is time to pay them their dues. The dues that we really owe them. The only dues that truly matter in this case: to try and understand what happened here. To not dismiss it as 'a lunatic shooting people off'. To examine what we can all do to stop this from happening again. Even if we originally fail... Even if our minds can't find the answers yet... We owe it to these victims to at least try.
Point 1. Institutionalized. The Virginia Tech gunman was apparently institutionalized at some point. Consequently some doctor concluded that he was safe enough for both himself and others to be released. Who signed his release? And how did he/she come to this conclusion? Were follow-ups for his condition ever made? Was the gunman under any form of supervision?
Point 2. The Professors. I saw on TV with my own eyes one of his professors brag that she 'stood up' to him. That she kicked the gunman-to-be out of her class (a poetry class), because she found his poetry offensive... because he took photos of girls skirts with his cell phone... because he wore sunglasses and didn't participate in class... because she couldn't 'control' him. I wonder... Was this guy any different in his other classes? Or did he save his bad manners for this particular professor? Did his other professors, teaching assistants, classmates notice anything disturbing about this man? And if they did, was expelling him from the class the best option? Did anyone later read his own words of poison ("You have torched my soul", "blood on your hand" etc.)? Did it occur to anyone to the bragging professor that expelling this student from a class may fuel his rage? That rather than protect his classmates from him, it actually made them more vulnerable?
Point 3. The gun shop owner. Another interview I saw on TV. The store owner said he 'followed the procedure' in order to sell the guns to the shooter-to-be. Which is to say he contacted the police. How did the Virginia Police for approve this man's application? They supplied guns to a person with a history of mental problems. While defending himself, the store owner said that 'he had no way of knowing how the shooter-to-be was going to use the weapons that were sold to him'. Wow!... In my simple mind, there is only one way a gun can be used: to shoot somebody.
Point 4. Patterns. Following the terrible shooting at Columbine High School, a government-appointed committee was assigned with researching the profile of school multiple murderers. I saw on TV a member of this committee saying that 'there was no profile' that fit a mass murderer that acted at schools. That the perpetrators so far had been from all social or economic classes, every race, that some were popular or successful students while others were 'school pariahs'. Splendid! So the profile of a killer is independent of his/her race, school status and wealth. They then informed us that it was a mixture of 'pressure, depression and rage' that triggered the tragedies. Brilliant! I wonder which student hasn't felt these things during finals week... Are then all students potential murderers? And how many tax dollars were spent to come up with these pioneering conclusions? Has the work of this committee shed any real light on what happened? Isn't it obvious that these murderers all had something in common? Has the committee taken one step at preventing something similar from happening again? Don't you all have this utterly unnerving feeling that in just a few years something like this is about to hit us again?
Let me make something clear. The purpose of this post is not to cast blame on anyone. What's done is done and enough people are hurt. I am not, nor do I wish to be anyone's prosecutor. The purpose is simple. To try and stop this from happening again. Clearly, the person chiefly responsible for this tragedy is the shooter. The murderer. His choices. His actions. But in order to avoid another tragedy we must first understand this one. And we must understand it deeply. As senseless as it may appear to be, we must ask questions. And we must seek the answers... vigorously. And, sadly, in order to find them we must first and foremost look within...
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black lace...
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Posted:Apr 22, 2007 4:36 am
Last Updated:Mar 7, 2017 8:44 pm
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black lace... I heard the sound of her footsteps approaching. And then I saw her. Standing by the doorway. Her luscious curves silhouetted against the light. I walked closer to her. She wore nothing... nothing but her stiletto heels... and her black lace panties. I grinned... "I so love black lace", I whispered... and knelt before her.
I kissed her navel as my hands grabbed her lacy underwear... almost tore it as I pushed it down... to her knees... to her ankles... then held them as she stepped off of them. I leaned down and licked my way up... slowly... From her ankles, my tongue ran the length of her calves... up and down... and then kissed her behind the knees... then slowly, ever so slowly up her thighs... Her scent was reaching me, intoxicating me with her beautiful aroma.
My hands reached around her ass and pulled her closer, as my lips neared her pussy. I squeezed... and buried my face between her legs... running my tongue up and down her fleshy lips... sucking in her clitoris and kissing it... feeling it harden... throb... my tongue darting now in and out of her... and then all around... then darting in and out again... I loved the taste of her.
"Yes", she whispered between moans, her essence flooding more and more of my mouth... With my middle finger I started teasing her rear entrance... slowly... then finally steadily inserted it. I thrust my tongue in her... as deep as possible... until I felt my finger pressing on the membrane in between. I began to fuck her wildly with my tongue... my finger resisting the whole way through. Quicker and quicker... harder and harder... deeper and deeper... She tightened her fists through my hair... gave me one last push... and let me have it all... all of her.
I swallowed and swallowed... lost in the ecstasy that she was offering me. I gave her one long, lasting kiss, then looked up to see her smiling... eyes still closed... fingers still clutching to my hair...
"I so love black lace", I said once more... and got up to kiss her.
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favorite movie scenes...
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Posted:Apr 20, 2007 4:35 am
Last Updated:May 26, 2007 3:12 am
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favorite movie scenes... Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
'tiny dancer', by Elton John
Favorite movie scenes... Sometimes it's not about the movie... Sometimes it's not our favorite movie... But there's just this one scene that stays with us. It could be for many reasons... tenderness... sexiness... deep emotions running through... words that are spoken... or words that are left unsaid, but oh-so-clearly understood.
I saw the movie 'Almost famous' several years ago. It's about a seventies rock band [supposedly an allegory for Led Zeppelin] and that era's rock scene, the whole culture that evolved around rock tours and concerts, as seen through the eyes of wayward . I loved the movie as it reminded me of favorite concerts, and of moments shared with people I had lost touch. And needless to say it had a great soundtrack, one I was quick to buy.
Well... there is this one scene... Billy Crudup's character, Russell, the band's guitarist has disappeared, gone partying and his band members are frustrated with his erratic behavior. They finally manage to locate him and he eventually gets back on the road with them. On the tour bus you can feel the tension. It's so thick you can slice it with a knife. No one is looking at anyone else. And then this song comes on the radio: Elton John's 'Tiny dancer'. The rest of the band are singing to the tune. Russell reluctantly starts singing too, joins in with them. And as he sings his face changes. By the end of the song, it's as if nothing had happened, all is forgiven, they are one band again... brought together by the music that they love.
Here we are not simply reminded of the subliminal power of music. This scene, brilliantly scripted and directed by Cameron Crowe, fully displays the emotions music creates, (without the single use of a word), and its ability to bring out the best in people.
Having said that... will you listen to Elton John with me?...
Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen you had a busy day today...
Any favorite movie scenes you wish to add?
As always... my love... my kisses
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taxi!...
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Posted:Apr 16, 2007 4:29 am
Last Updated:Apr 22, 2007 11:34 am
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taxi!... ...while listening to 'all around town', by Dave Brubeck, better known as the theme from the tv series 'taxi' with Judd Hirsch, Danny De Vito and many more...
In my life I must have driven well over a million miles. I have crossed Europe and the United States by car. God knows how much I've driven around Athens and I've been just about everywhere in Greece. Yet, fairly often I don't use my car to go to business meetings. Depending on what's faster or more convenient I may ride the subway or take a cab. It saves me the trouble of finding a parking place in the downtown, which can be VERY time consuming, let alone expensive.
Now this will only ring a bell to Greeks who are my age or older, but I remember a time when Athenian taxis were light grey in color. They switched to yellow sometime in the mid-70s, primarily because there were so many regular cars that had the same color! (I wonder why it took them so long to figure this out...) And yellow they remain to this day. It made me think of all the other places that I've visited and the color of cabs there. I know that in Thessaloniki (Greece's second largest city), cabs are blue with a white top and in Corinth they are maroon with a white top.
I remembered the New York cabbies in their yellow cars and the commercials on their doors and tops, and needless to say, I just LOVED the London black cabs, their old fashioned cars and the gentle hum of their engines. They somehow seemed to dance in harmony with the traditional red double-decker London buses!...
So... question time: What color are the taxis in your part of the world?
As always, my love... my kisses...
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velvet...
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Posted:Apr 14, 2007 4:50 am
Last Updated:Dec 3, 2011 9:08 am
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velvet... Don’t take her for granted, she has a hard time Don’t misunderstand her or play with her mind Treat her so gently, it will pay you in time You’ve got to know she’s the sensitive kind J. J. Cale's soft voice smoothed over his slick guitar...
I saw a twinkle in her eye as she grinned wickedly to me. Seated on the bed, the silk sheets half-covering her naked body... I looked... and saw the purple velvet ropes neatly arranged on the bed. I approached her... moved behind her, wrapped my arms around her and kissed the back of her neck... tenderly.
I took her arms and wrapped them around my back... Took the velvet rope... reached behind my back... and tied her wrists together... 'imprisoning' me in her... her arms bound around me. I brought my hands around her torso... held her tight... my chest glued to her back... my flesh warming hers... I could feel her heart beat faster as my palms cupped her breasts... played with her nipples as they grew harder...
I searched down and found her clit... already swollen and getting stiffer... I stretched further between her legs and grabbed my cock... brought it between her legs... it was now touching her all over... her lips... her rear entrance... I started grinding my hips back and forth... and her wetness flowed all over me. My cock was on fire. I had to be inside her. Right there. Right then.
I held my cock again and brought it near her sweet orifice... I didn't have to do much else... I slipped inside her just like a knife on butter. I pulled her closer. Felt her burning skin on mine. Tight as it could be. Tied together in a moment of steaming passion...
I fucked her with all my might... causing her arms to stretch as I moved slightly back... then tightening around my waist as I went all the way in her again... clutching me... not wanting to let me go... but giving in as I moved back again, only to slide back in her again...
My right hand found her left nipple, my fingers rolled around it and played... as my forearm pressed her right breast... My left hand went back to her clit... and started rubbing it... my fingers darting faster and faster as my cock was rapidly gliding in and out of her... We were racing now, fucking harder and harder, wilder and wilder... our breaths reaching a feverish pace. My teeth dug into the back of her neck...
Her back arched, but I held her down... her insides tightened... squeezed... and then I felt her lava totally consume me... her sweetness overflowing and running down her thighs... I rubbed my fingers with it and brought it back to her clit. Stroked her more with it. OMG...
She tightened again, but this time I could wait no longer. I exploded!... My hot cum blasting in her... again and again... endlessly... my hips bucking wildly... my teeth biting her harder now... my arms pressing her as tight as ever...
I sighed... finally rested my cheek on her back... tried to catch my breath. I stayed inside her... Lost in my lust for her, but not deserted... Tied with her so tightly... I finally reached behind me and tried to untie her wrists...
"Not just yet...", she pleaded playfully as she pressed her back against my chest once more.
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the 'now' song...
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Posted:Apr 11, 2007 3:21 pm
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2014 8:16 pm
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the 'now' song... As I've often said, music accompanies my life in almost everything I do. I work while listening to music, drive the same way and, needless to say, blog with a favorite playlist or cd in my pc. Right now, an hour past midnight, I'm listening to a quiet, wistful bluesy tune by the beautiful lady pictured in this post...
'I Miss You So' by Diana Krall
Those happy hours I spent with you That lovely afterglow Most of all, I miss you so
Your sweet caresses, each rendezvous You voice so soft and low Most of all, I miss you so
You once filled my heart with No regrets, no fears Now you'll find my heart Filled to the top with tears
I'll always love you and want you, too How much you'll never know Most of all, I miss you so
So... What are you listening to right now? Or if you're not listening to the song you'd like, which one would you like to hear?
As always... My love. My kisses...
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right now...
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Posted:Apr 8, 2007 12:17 pm
Last Updated:Dec 23, 2017 5:52 pm
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right now...
My kiss started at her lips... but couldn't stay there for long. As our tongues played and our lips locked, my hunger for her grew... my taste yearning for her... yearning for what I knew she'd give me. My tongue darted in her mouth one last time, then slowly moved to her chin... her grin widening visibly as I did so...
I kissed her neck, then stroked each of her breasts with my mouth... I flicked my tongue over her nipples... tenderly... then hard... until I bit them... but just barely. My fingers snaked down her torso... a small jolt at every stop... My eyes were locked on hers as I slid one finger in her... her warm wetness inviting me... asking to probe deeper and deeper... wishing me to explore all of her.
"I want to taste you now...", I said, "right now". My voice was strong as ever... left her no doubts as to what I would do next. "Yes", her reply was simple. And clear.
My lips soon found her clitoris. Swollen. Throbbing. Ready to be devoured.I took it between my lips... Felt her excitement grow... her nectar flowing now thicker and thicker in me. My taste buds were filling me with a pleasure as intense as hers. I kept kissing and kissing her, my finger firmly on her g-spot by now... steadily rubbing her... pressing her more and more. My tongue was melting on her sweetness.
She ran her finger through my hair... pushed my head harder on her... pulled me up just a bit... then pushed me down again. My lips were all over her, my fingers reaching her very depth. I started stroking her with my tongue, licking her up and down, then taking her between my lips again, but never removing my fingers from within her... I felt her tug at my hair once more, then hold me still as wave after wave of her filled me... as all her ecstasy became mine.
I stayed there, glued between her legs, my cheeks flushed with color, my own excitement bulging visibly, my arms now wrapped around her waist tightly, my heart beating on her skin. I waited till she caught her breath... then smiled, sated, at least for the moment.
Our eyes connected again... I moved up to kiss her...
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craving...
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Posted:Apr 4, 2007 3:55 pm
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2014 8:20 pm
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craving... Even through the darkest phase Be it thick or thin Always someone marches brave Here beneath my skin constant craving by k. d. lang
I pushed her gently towards the couch... our lips still touching but just barely... helped her out of her silky underwear... and placed my hand between her thighs. I could feel her temperature rising, just like my own... our nostrils filling with each other's scent. I thrust my tongue in her mouth... wrestled with hers...
I used my hand to spread her legs wider... but only to feel her opening them more already. I was harder than ever. I took my cock and teased her clitoris with the tip, her sweet wetness covering more and more of me. I rubbed it against her pussy lips and began to inch my way in... slowly but steadily... my eyes devouring hers, seeing the fire in her as strong as mine...
I pushed some more and found myself fully inside her, my cock widening and stretching her insides. I moved up a little...
and began fucking her wildly, as if possessed by a higher force that was driving my whole body up and down... pounding long and hard... grinding in her, deeper and deeper... My pulse was racing, my lips half open... searching for air... desperately...
I arched my back, knowing my orgasm was approaching, feeling my blood boiling... my cum about to erupt... She pushed my hair back and looked into my eyes and pulled me in her arms... whispered my name and locked her legs around me as she tightened... squeezing me more and more. She came just before me, her passion flowing between her legs just as my own explosion raged within me... raged inside her... raged relentlessly.
I finally kissed her again... kissed her with my all... kissed her as if I'd kiss no more... even though I knew our next kiss was just seconds away. I smiled happily... my cheek collapsing on hers... feeling her heartbeat, her body still calling my name.
"Hi", I said teasingly... breaking into a grin... knowing our night was still young... Knowing that my craving for her was as strong as ever... My lips descended on her again...
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tingle...
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Posted:Apr 1, 2007 1:57 am
Last Updated:Dec 3, 2011 9:06 am
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tingle... Every time I stop awhile and think about your sweet smile I can't do nothing else all day The way that you wink your eye every time you walk by Baby what can i say You keep me hanging on... J. J. Cale, 'You keep me hanging on'...
That sweet sound played again and again in my mind...
She moved between my legs... I saw her lips approaching me... and I felt that familiar tingle go down my spine...
mmmmmm... don't you wish some moments lasted forever?
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a comparison...
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Posted:Mar 29, 2007 1:52 pm
Last Updated:May 26, 2007 3:09 am
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a comparison... Like so many of us, music has played a major part in my life. Although I play no instruments and 'sing' totally off key, I can't think of my life without music. So, I have built up a sizable collection of vinyl records, cd's and downloaded thousands of songs. I can't work without listening to music. Nor can I drive... And like most of us, I associate so many songs to memories... some happy, some sad...
I recently looked at the Top 40 chart, I was curious to see what songs are popular these days. It's something I used to do religiously as a ... and needless to say I bought most of the LPs or 45s... (yes, these were the days of vinyl).
On this chart was a song from Pink called 'U and Ur hand'. I actually like this song. But listening to its lyrics forced me into a comparison... I remembered a favorite song from my teenagehood. It was written by Neil Young, performed by Nicolette Larson... and called 'Lotta love'. The theme was similar... a certain 'disagreement' between a boy and a girl, as apparently the said boy didn't quite meet the said girl's emotional needs... at least for that particular night. (Incidentally, there is an interesting difference in the use of spelling on the titles, 'lotta' being the cool spelling of the time, 'u' and 'ur' being today's versions).
Well, here are the lyrics for 'Lotta love'.
La La La La La La La La La Ooh, Ooh
It's gonna take a lotta love To change the way things are. It's gonna take a lotta love Or we won't get too far So if you look in my direction And we don't see eye to eye, My heart needs protection and so do I.
It's gonna take a lotta love To get us thru the night. It's gonna take a lotta love To make things work out right. So if you are out there waitin' I hope you show up soon, 'Cause my heart needs relating not solitude
Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love La La La La La La La La La Ooh, Ooh
And now the lyrics for 'U and Ur hand'.
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh oh Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh oh Check it out Going out On the late night Looking tight Feeling nice It's a cock fight I can tell I just know That it's going down Tonight At the door we don't wait cause we know them At the bar six shots just beginning That's when dick head put his hands on me But you see
CHORUS I'm not here for your entertainment You don't really want to mess with me tonight Just stop and take a second I was fine before you walked into my life Cause you know it's over Before it began Keep your drink just give me the money It's just you and your hand tonight
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh oh Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh oh
Midnight I'm drunk I don't give a fuck Wanna dance by myself Guess you're outta luck Don't touch back up I'm not the one Alright Listen up it's just not happening You can say what you want to your boyfriends Just let me have my fun tonight Aiight
CHORUS
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh oh Break break Break it down
In the corner with your boys you bet up five bucks To get at the girl that just walked in but she thinks you suck We didn't get all dressed up just for you to see So quit spilling your drinks on me yeah
You know who you are High fivin, talkin shit, but you're going home alone aren't cha?
Cause I'm not here for your entertainment No You don't really want to mess with me tonight Just stop and take a second (Just stop and take a second) I was fine before you walked into my life Cause you know it's over (Know it's over) Before it began Keep your drink just give me the money It's just you and your hand tonight (It's just you and your hand)
I'm not here for your entertainment No no no You don't really want to mess with me tonight Just stop and take a second (Just take a second) I was fine before you walked into my life Cause you know it's over Before it began Keep your drink just give me the money It's just you and your hand tonight Yeah oh
Now, I find it interesting how different generations express themselves differently. Is it just different wording or different attitudes?... I wonder what your take on this is... Any further observations? Any comments? Any more examples?... Leave a comment and let me know.
As always, my kisses...
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