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Saturday, January 15, 2011

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it would be good to the last drop...that's the statement you used.my mind would travel along endless miles of fantasy induced orgasms until i collapsed from pleasure.yet when i allow the ghosts of yesteryear to parade their wanton facades,it seems futile at best.the tantric sex was a choice of salsa~hot,medium...yes mild.it started out free and uncharted...i counted the days until i could be lost in the softness of your curves,drenched in the wetness of your heaven~when i unleashed my twin,you pushed him back.nay was the answer to the freakish nature of my desires...it all took a turn when forever was introduced as our bed mate.to spill my seed on pillow soft cheeks of yellow was a sin.you wanted a mini me though i was spent.my porn star found religion,and became my friend...so you said.it made you mad to see me waste it.i asked you to swallow...then i was twisted~but i did you.alas that time is gone.as i stare at my naked left,maybe one day i'll try again.

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