*groans as his hands work magic on her tired muscles, before saying* "Baby, maybe we should take this private?"

 

*softly kisses her inner thighs* Of course Mistress...But wont they hear our moans and screams anyway?

 

Oh baby, I've ways to muzzle you....or have you forgotten?

 

Oh probably!! I haven't posted anything about my spider so as to not interrupt the two of you...

 

Why is it....when your heart is broken and you can't stop crying....all those who could offer solace won't....and those who would are too far away to wipe away your tears?

 

Probably because they just don't feel comfortable dealing with emotions and some people are just better at comforting than others. *hands you a box of kleenex, :rose::rose::rose:'s and a hug* I hope you feel better dmp.

(and I'll pass on your little alligator, if you don't mind...I'm stretching myself with the spider...sharks, alligators and spiders are my top 3 scary things, in that order)

 

holy fuck shit god damn son of a bitch....<random :excited:

 

*washes your hands with soap* < random, too

 

aww thank you,you wash me i'll wash you...in the tub:twisted::excited:

 

I wonder if I'm one of the very few people on this crazy site who always wonders where the people who place comments and pictures on these threads are writing/working/living/loving from--jacking off from.. ?? Where, where are these thoughts coming from I always wonder..??. What part of the world does this tormented, sexually aroused, angry, happy, depressed,repressed, person find himself/herself living in ?

Oh----- I live on the high desert in Southern California... I've lived here for many years. There is still space around my place; even though California now has close to 40 million people living in it... I can still walk around my place in the nude without being arrested by the sex police.. Nude is nice, it saves on the time spent washing clothes, it's also taught me how to juggle my balls. Here's a new picture of the desert around me....

 

The picture???

 

You're supposed to put it on here...

 

And speaking of SPIDERS...I saw a pretty big web in the corner of the covered landing outside my back door this morning and then I looked up...MY FACE WAS WITHIN INCHES OF A BIG EFFING BLACK-AND-YELLOW WRITER SPIDER!!! I almost stuck my face right into the spider!!! I freaked!! I think the whole neighborhood heard me yelling this morning...and it wasn't because I was buzzzing this time!!

HOW do these spiders know to put a web there??? A zillion trees around this place and it had to build a web right outside my door. Alas...that spider is no more!!

 

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So when it rains there it's your fault eh.

 

What?

 

I really wish I coud be there for you sweetie :rose:

 

SOUL CATCHER (a random poem by stardust)

If you catch my soul
and place it in a bottle--
it will shine brightly
for a day or two--
and die....

If you catch my heart
and hold it to your ear--
like a shell found at the water,
it will speak to you--

It will cry loudly
that you must set it free--

My GOD girl--
You've got a herd of cowboys
storming your gate,
calling out your name.

You don't need me in your life.
A homosexual, bisexual,
SOMETHING sexual
showing you things an innocent
like YOU should never know--

My heart is only mine to give
freely.
You can't pull it from me--

AND
My SOUL belongs to
GOD.
It's HERS or HIS
to do with as THEY want.

be SHE male or female
or bisexual like me....

 

Good friends are like big band-aids...they hold you together until you can heal on your own.

 

what an awesome concert