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There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard. No song that I could sing. But I can try for your heart Our dreams, and they are made out of real things Like a, shoebox of photographs With sepiatone loving Love is the answer
A little feeling in my gut that I get of late when I think about these cats running the world with hate
Post by kaleidoscope kristen on Feb 18, 2008 22:24:01 GMT -5
I REALLY like talking dirty.. haha that sounds so lame, but it really gets me going!
And my ears are my hot spot. Most def.
So when we're going at it my boyfriend will lean over and whisper naughty things roughly against my ear and give me a nip or two.. oh my goodness... so hot
Post by fallenangel on Feb 18, 2008 22:39:28 GMT -5
mulcherry0420 said:
and i am a hair puller and a biter, not during oral though hehheh
hahaha story time again tonight
so i was dating this guy back in high school (this is before i even had sex so i was just fooling around)
so we were hanging out at his place after school and he wouldn't stop about getting some action...he kept putting his "you know what" in my face...well i was sick as hell and i told him if he did it again, i would bite it...well...he didn't stop...
and before anyone gets any ideas....i SWEAR i didn't bite hard!
There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard. No song that I could sing. But I can try for your heart Our dreams, and they are made out of real things Like a, shoebox of photographs With sepiatone loving Love is the answer
A little feeling in my gut that I get of late when I think about these cats running the world with hate
Post by mulcherry0420 on Feb 18, 2008 22:40:03 GMT -5
clogged up fog alert rip the pants and rip the shirt ruff sex make it hurt in the garden all in the dirt roll around Georgia brown that's the way that I like it twerk legs jerk, over worked, under paid, but don't be afraid in the sun or up in the shade? on the top of my Escalade?
Ludicrus has some pretty profound messages on sex.. anyone remember that "What's your fantasy?" song?
Back seat, windows up, that the way I like to...
"Clogged up fog alert, rip the pants and rip the shirt, ruff sex make it hurt, in the garden all in the dirt, rollin' 'round Georgia Brown that's the way I like it t'werk..."
K, I used to DJ when I was in college and THAT was one of the songs you spun when you wanted to see how freaky your crowd was willing to get! I loved it!!
EDIT: haha...Mulcherries you posted yours while I was still writing mine...lol
"We're no longer called Sonic Death Monkey. We're on the verge of becoming Kathleen Turner Overdrive, but just for tonight, we are Barry Jive and his Uptown Five. "
There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard. No song that I could sing. But I can try for your heart Our dreams, and they are made out of real things Like a, shoebox of photographs With sepiatone loving Love is the answer
A little feeling in my gut that I get of late when I think about these cats running the world with hate
Post by kaleidoscope kristen on Feb 18, 2008 22:47:47 GMT -5
haha, that's awesome carpe. I have seen people get pretty freaky to that song... a couple of years ago my friends and I went to "Teen Night" at a local club, and we were doing some pretty explicit stuff that would have been made for Skinimax, lol.
Post by kaleidoscope kristen on Feb 18, 2008 22:52:15 GMT -5
hahaha lmao. I agree that those huge dildos are sick.. at a local adult store, Trace of Lace, I have a couple of good friends who work there, and they have this gigantic 16 inch black dildo on display, just for kicks and giggles.
I would like to be there the day someone buys it, just so I can go.. "All be damn..."
lol but I'm not into anything insanely huge like that... ick
Post by fallenangel on Feb 18, 2008 22:52:50 GMT -5
trust me...if you don't want to wear the handcuffs, have the girl wear them...especially if they like to give up control like me...oh wait...i wasn't suppose to let you guys know that...hahaha
There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard. No song that I could sing. But I can try for your heart Our dreams, and they are made out of real things Like a, shoebox of photographs With sepiatone loving Love is the answer
A little feeling in my gut that I get of late when I think about these cats running the world with hate