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New to the Sex Lounge ... This post is only viewable by FriendFinder-x members. Join FriendFinder-x now! My blood is alive...with many voices that tell me...I am made of longing, |
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I thought I would make a comment on one of your older posts just to try you out on an idea. I get turned on exchanging links to porn vids that turn us on with women. If you would like to do this, try me at rob_1967_922 at very warm mail. If not, sorry to have bothered you. By the way, your posts are really hot all the time. Like jerk-off-material hot.
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The two of you arranged to be at the bar at 3:00, and here it's 20 after and he hasn't showed and still no text update. What is this guy's problem? You're getting miffed and are about to leave, but the four guys meeting at a table close to the bar are wrapping up their transactions when two of them notice you and smile and glance at you while they laugh together. As soon as one leaves, two of the three remaining at the table speak up and say hello. You say hello back but add that you're meeting someone. One of the two says "why is he keeping you waiting, haven't you been by yourself for half an hour, are you sure I can't buy you a drink while you wait?" Just then your phone vibrates over an incoming text. It's him. The text reads: "turn your barstool to face the table of guys but slowly slide your skirt up above your knees" You pop your phone back in your purse, think to yourself "that nervy SOB, I'll show him for making me wait like this" and you turn to face the table, knees together, and begin to slide your skirt up. 6 inches above the knees, you straighten one leg out to the floor and roll your head a tiny bit to help your hair fall off one shoulder. About then, the bartender takes a short call. You pay no mind. But then he quietly says "Excuse me" and passes you a folded note. The note, in Mr. 3 pm's handwriting, says "you get the cutest pouty lips when you're irritated. Makes me think of how much I love how you use them. But ease one hand inside your blouse to roll one of your nipples for the boys at the table."
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mmm champagne...thank you...Ohhh my perfume? ..It's called....Icy, you're suppose to put it where you want to be kissed...I'm almost out of it *hint hint*...where would you want me to put a nab of it for you?... My blood is alive...with many voices that tell me...I am made of longing,
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