02-05-2023, 05:48 PM
Oooooo, Piggy! You’re hitting on me! Aren’t you? And then, wanting me to go all Brian Ferry, and kiss-and-tell.
Wait . . . not wanting . . . COMMANDING! You are just the most cutesy-wootsie “leather-daddy” dominatrix, in this forum. Accordingly . . . I hear you master and will submit and obey!
Cutting through and to your chase:
“Be different, and admit being male, not female.” Okay, I’ll be different . . . I am now male . . . just like your Chris.
“ . . . [Your] mating stakes might be akin to the sad behaviour of George Michael. . .” Only the dogging part . . . but in more upscale public venues. And that’s where it ends. To be brutally clear, I would rather eat pancakes, made by Sally with Clang batter, than have any part of you, pass my pouty lips. Sorry, darling. You and “I Want Your Sex” are mutually exclusive.
“ . . . if they find out about each other, all hell will break loose.” Doubtful that would happen. I’m loyal, like Roy Rodgers. Only one stallion gets my ride, attention and affection.
“. . . post a picture . . . I may make you light you up like San Diego, at night.” Wow! Not Paris. Not New York’s Broadway. Not even Morrison’s “City of Light”. You put the “Dim” in dimwit (shoutout to Mark). JSYK . . . there is one floating about here. Alas, that was when I was slightly curvy and hawt!
Okie-dokie, all done!
Now back you go into the “emotional room” and ponder the heartbreak of Chris and why HE left you! I left a Blueboy Magazine, for you, to “bop” along with Cyndi!
Bye-bye, luv!
Wait . . . not wanting . . . COMMANDING! You are just the most cutesy-wootsie “leather-daddy” dominatrix, in this forum. Accordingly . . . I hear you master and will submit and obey!
Cutting through and to your chase:
“Be different, and admit being male, not female.” Okay, I’ll be different . . . I am now male . . . just like your Chris.
“ . . . [Your] mating stakes might be akin to the sad behaviour of George Michael. . .” Only the dogging part . . . but in more upscale public venues. And that’s where it ends. To be brutally clear, I would rather eat pancakes, made by Sally with Clang batter, than have any part of you, pass my pouty lips. Sorry, darling. You and “I Want Your Sex” are mutually exclusive.
“ . . . if they find out about each other, all hell will break loose.” Doubtful that would happen. I’m loyal, like Roy Rodgers. Only one stallion gets my ride, attention and affection.
“. . . post a picture . . . I may make you light you up like San Diego, at night.” Wow! Not Paris. Not New York’s Broadway. Not even Morrison’s “City of Light”. You put the “Dim” in dimwit (shoutout to Mark). JSYK . . . there is one floating about here. Alas, that was when I was slightly curvy and hawt!
Okie-dokie, all done!
Now back you go into the “emotional room” and ponder the heartbreak of Chris and why HE left you! I left a Blueboy Magazine, for you, to “bop” along with Cyndi!
Bye-bye, luv!