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Everyday Things (Mature Content) |
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There's nothing quite so enjoyable for me, than the act of planting a brand new tree. To get my hands on that virgin fertil soil tis a task over which I will endlessly toil.
It starts with spreading apart fine grass, I pull out my spade, it is as clean as glass. The first touch to Earth and my ego swells, like a jailer who's key unlocks all your cells.
With soft deft strokes, I carve out the hole - but don't go too deep, lest I lose self control. When it's all been prepped to my satisfaction, planting the seed is the next course of action.
Gently place the bulbous head in the ground, penetrate the mound and wiggle it all around. When you think it has been properly placed, release the seed. Are your troubles erased?
I see you smiling, proof you’re enjoying the fun, for once you have planted, it can't be undone. All that's left is to replace the distrubed dirt, with gentle pat's, as you don't want to hurt.
There you have it, why are you looking at me? All I did was describe how to best plant a tree... |
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It all starts, with a touch of the tongue - skin tight leather is a turn on for some. Without much ado, I get right to the point - a lacy debut certainly won't disappoint.
I grasp the tip and then methodically lift, one swift motion and whats soft turns stiff. There is no warning when I began insertion, for my skill does not require coercion.
One thrust and its in, then quickly out, once more, than twice, not even a shout! Over and over, now the bottom, now the top, it will be several more before I can stop.
After which, who doesn't love to hold tight, and hang on to it all, with all your might? But I'm not quite done, as I'm quite greedy, just one more time? You know I'm damn needy!
Don't misunderstand, I don't mean to confuse - I was just describing how I lace up my shoes... |
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Every night, I find myself where I want to be, to come inside makes me understandably happy. I reach in my pocket and pull out that thing - protection from the dangers that life will bring.
With a shaking hand, I grab hold of the knob, but with a loose grip, too tight and I'll throb. I approach the goal, a properly groomed slot - will I get inside? Hopefully more often than not.
I close one eye, and with licked lips, take aim, for everytime I miss I get a feeling of shame. Slowly but surely, I push...And the tip is in! I'm getting that rush of adrenaline within!
The endorphins are urging me to push in farther - its getting apparent pulling out will be harder... Oh my God...It's all in, all the way to the base! It will be all night before I will leave this place!
Now before you think that I've been too hardcore, tell me exactly how YOU unlock your front door... |
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I love to pretend I'm one of two lovers, exploring away, after removing the covers. Some of us won't stop til finding the soul, guys like me will focus solely on the hole, and are only happy when it's moist'n'wet, with hair everywhere, I have no regret.
I don't take my time, and I refuse to linger, I always get right to it, and jamb in a finger - with small, tight circles, swabbing the sides, playing in the mess where the sticky resides.
Fairly quickly, one lonely finger becomes two, I'm frantically stirring, a batch of sloppy stew. But a third finger is quite impossible, you see, that little hole is just way to tight to fit three!
So I withdraw my stinky paw, while gasping in awe You would too, if you could see what I saw! Now before you go disregarding my good name, Let me in on how YOU clean out your drain... |