Tag: sex

Sometimes I look at you and I just want to fuck you raw.
Oh, America, you dirty little tramp, you love it.

Hey web-stalkers!
Thanks for stopping on by, and thanks for the sex/job/emotional support or whatever else it was you gave.

Taking the babysitter into the garage.
A good memory.

Here pussy puss puss.
Calling out at the nightclub.

You are the apple of my eye.
Perhaps it is time to … peel?

We used to have some wicked kinky sex.
Then I got to know you and got all embarrassed.

Sex didn’t ruin our friendship.
It changed it into something strange but lovable.

The younger me wouldn’t believe my stories of real life.
Yes, I really did bonk a girl on the head with her own vibrator once.

After I slept with you my whole life suddenly made sense.
The only worthy pursuit in life is access to vagina!

I’ve reached the age where all the unmarried girls around me are really starting to get desperate.
You’d be amazed of all the slutty things they do.

I’d like you to wear my bunny suit.
Not for sex, just for fun.

Ok, the truth – I am thinking of someone else when we have sex.
It is you, before we got married and you dropped your happiness somewhere.

Got myself a lover now.
How’s that … um … thing … you do?

In the beginning the ratio of conversation to access to your wet hot pussy was quite good.
In the end it was way tilted out of balance.

Each adult has a button connected to sex marked “hostile to the world”.
If it’s not pressed every few months or so, watch out.