<---still waiting......lolOriginally Posted by Mad Lews
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<---still waiting......lolOriginally Posted by Mad Lews
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"Would someone please take me back to my room?" Henry, The Dream Team
"Stay out of my psychosis!" Jack, The Dream Team
Well give me a couple minutes, I'm typing with both fingersOriginally Posted by erotic_nibbles
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Mad
English does not borrow from other languages. English follows other languages into dark alleys, raps them over the head with a cudgel, then goes through their pockets for loose vocabulary and spare grammar.
lmao.....sowwy....I just couldn't help myself with that oneOriginally Posted by Mad Lews
<---scampers off to read the long "short" post you also just put up
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"Would someone please take me back to my room?" Henry, The Dream Team
"Stay out of my psychosis!" Jack, The Dream Team
Oh my!......what a "short"!.....OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooo
<----fanning her face rapidly with both hands
Gonna have to get Hunter to read that one and find out if he still has a nightstick from his patrol days and then go find us a dark parking lot! .....I'm not going to be driving away from him though![]()
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"Would someone please take me back to my room?" Henry, The Dream Team
"Stay out of my psychosis!" Jack, The Dream Team
Very sexy Mad Lewis! Love the idea of the thread and I'll try to contribute soon. As with all your delicious thoughts, my mind is wandering already![]()
He hoped she was satisfied. The bet she had demanded he make with her had been a silly one, and she, somehow, had won. And he felt stupid.
They'd been at the restaurant, having dinner. She was giggly after a couple drinks, she'd never been able to handle liquor. It didn't take much to pickle her 105 pounds, while his 220 took lots more. He was unsurprised when she started betting him ridiculous things. Which was fuller, salt or pepper? Which would be set down first, his dinner or hers? Whose steak would be closer to the picture? On, and on, and on. The only thing which would sober her would be a nap.
The final bet was outrageous. She bet that without complaining she could get the meal free. What would they bet? She promised if he won, she'd give him a blowjob.... something which with her were few and far between. And if she won? Well, she didn't want to tell him, but it wouldn't be illegal, immoral, or painful. What the hell? He knew she wouldn't win, and he wanted the blowjob.
Long and short of it, she won, never mind now. And he had just finished walking the length of the regional mall wearing only her bikini.
Proud Master of my Sweet Yellow Rose
how hard it was to fight off the temptation of "It was a dark and stormy night."
Respects to Snoopy..
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