tharristsu where the ladies at - April 06, 2009 add/view comments (0)

Swaying hips, firm thigh grips, winding waist dips... Wet lips kiss, moist sweat drips, fast tongue flicks... Forget rhyming. I want to get right near. She loves soft kisses so I start right below her ear. Its always good to listen to her do's and dont's. Cuz its easy to make ur first time ur last don't. Ya feel me. So I move my lips from her ears to her lips while my hands grip those feminine hips. My head moves about ( ill leave that up to you to finish). I love being a lil muscular cuz... (continue reading)

from the end of her split folicles to the tip of her roots I kiss she in the name of a beautiful equation. she + me = constent continuity. her lashes sway back and forth over her embellishing eyes as if they were black butterflies gracing in slow motion over southern hills of green. his (my) masculine hands pretend to be delicate tools by relaying messeges that translate into smooth silky responces when caressing the cheeks of her gentle face. in aw is the body of him, because his anatomy... (continue reading)

STATE OF THE ART ALARM SYSTEMS, MULTI-CHANNEL SECURITY SURVEILLENCE CAMERAS, AND INFARED BEAM SENSORS COULD NOT HAVE WARNED ME OF THIS BURGLARY! THINKING ABOUT IT EVEN MORE, IT WOULDNT MATTER IF I HIRED THE PRESIDENT'S SECURITY AND GUARD DOGS, BECAUSE I COULDNT HAVE FORSEEN THE BANDIT THAT STOLE MY BODY'S EMOTIONAL LIFE SOURCE. THE GREEN EYED ONE WAS SWIFT WITH THE TONGUE AND ELEGANT WITH THE WALK, DISGUSED AS A BLACK QUEEN MADE FOR A BLACK KING SUCH AS MYSELF. THE DAY I... (continue reading)