Cole’s house because the door was unlocked. I placed my hand around her and slid one of my fingers into her wet, moist pussy
. My heart said, “No, this is wrong,” But my boner said, “Yes! Fuck her brains out!”
So I just stood there, mouth agape as she stood there waiting for a response.
. THAT'S always been
to keep the fire burning,
to stir the pot,
to tell my stories,
and to keep the beans from burning. #187
Stardust8937
Sex Lover
Join Date: Aug 2010
Location: the Mohave desert,of Southern California
MAN, I LOVE THIS DESERT (another poem by Stardust 9-6-10)
I like to think of myself
as an old grizzled
desert cowboy--
Riding a pregnant Pinto mare
into the brushland,
the wasteland--
where no one with a lick of sense
would ever go--
especially in the middle of August
.
The feeling was so amazing that I hoped that it could last forever. The anticipation only grew as I felt him yank down my pants, and scented his shaft as he exposed his own
. It was with great reluctance that my shaft finally retreated back into its sheathe as I finished cleaning myself up for the day
Cole’s house because the door was unlocked. I placed my hand around her and slid one of my fingers into her wet, moist pussy
. My heart said, “No, this is wrong,” But my boner said, “Yes! Fuck her brains out!”
So I just stood there, mouth agape as she stood there waiting for a response.
. THAT'S always been
to keep the fire burning,
to stir the pot,
to tell my stories,
and to keep the beans from burning. #187
Stardust8937
Sex Lover
Join Date: Aug 2010
Location: the Mohave desert,of Southern California
MAN, I LOVE THIS DESERT (another poem by Stardust 9-6-10)
I like to think of myself
as an old grizzled
desert cowboy--
Riding a pregnant Pinto mare
into the brushland,
the wasteland--
where no one with a lick of sense
would ever go--
especially in the middle of August
.
The feeling was so amazing that I hoped that it could last forever. The anticipation only grew as I felt him yank down my pants, and scented his shaft as he exposed his own
. It was with great reluctance that my shaft finally retreated back into its sheathe as I finished cleaning myself up for the day
Cole’s house because the door was unlocked. I placed my hand around her and slid one of my fingers into her wet, moist pussy
. My heart said, “No, this is wrong,” But my boner said, “Yes! Fuck her brains out!”
So I just stood there, mouth agape as she stood there waiting for a response.
. THAT'S always been
to keep the fire burning,
to stir the pot,
to tell my stories,
and to keep the beans from burning. #187
Stardust8937
Sex Lover
Join Date: Aug 2010
Location: the Mohave desert,of Southern California
MAN, I LOVE THIS DESERT (another poem by Stardust 9-6-10)
I like to think of myself
as an old grizzled
desert cowboy--
Riding a pregnant Pinto mare
into the brushland,
the wasteland--
where no one with a lick of sense
would ever go--
especially in the middle of August
.
The feeling was so amazing that I hoped that it could last forever. The anticipation only grew as I felt him yank down my pants, and scented his shaft as he exposed his own
. It was with great reluctance that my shaft finally retreated back into its sheathe as I finished cleaning myself up for the day
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