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Alright, I realize there's a thread for pictures, but I have to start 5 real threads before I can qualify for Beckerhead status, so here's Thread #1.
I knew when I first laid eyes on the ol' girl that she was gonna be a sassy little thang. I got busy with her right off the bat, and only had time to snap one pic beforehand. She sat still with her brothers and sisters just long enough for me to get this shot:
Time went on as it is wont to do, and she kind of let herself go. She still had all the right moves, but I kinda had to get past how raggedy she was lookin' before we could get busy together.
Then one day I noticed that she had completely shed her (love) handles, and started practicing for sexy-senior Jello-wrestling!
I couldn't believe it! I couldn't keep enough of her citrus-flavored Jello in the house to keep up with her exercise routines!
Finally she let me know she was over her Jello fad. She looked at me as though to say, "Do me baby, do me!" So I caressed and fondled every nook and cranny of her glorious nekkid body for hours. It was like the ol' days, when we couldn't take our eyes off of each other. A couple of times I thought I was too exhausted to keep on keepin' on, but somehow I managed, and suddenly I realized that she was starting to shine with that special kind of afterglow that we all know the source of.
She was so turned on by her new look that she even told me that just the tip would satisfy her, so I complied!
Turns out the face-lift wasn't quite enough for her though. She let me know that the rough-stuff was fun, and it really sparked a nostalgic kind of energy between us, but now she needed some slow, more refined kind of love before she could feel her transformation was complete. Hell, I'm an old guy, I was just about spent anyways, so slowing down and really taking my time was just what I needed too. So we had a couple of real intimate sessions. Left the Jello and love on the rocks far behind us, and went for the moist, almost silky, barely tactile sheets, and guys, I'm here to tell ya's, she REALLY started glowing after a couple of hours of that treatment!
So there ya go. That's my story of love and obsession. We've been through so much together that now we can settle back into our normal familiar, perhaps even mundane, coexistence.
Moral of the story: There's a thin line between love and infatuation, and being a user and abuser.
Learn it, live it, love it!
Blues
I knew when I first laid eyes on the ol' girl that she was gonna be a sassy little thang. I got busy with her right off the bat, and only had time to snap one pic beforehand. She sat still with her brothers and sisters just long enough for me to get this shot:
Time went on as it is wont to do, and she kind of let herself go. She still had all the right moves, but I kinda had to get past how raggedy she was lookin' before we could get busy together.
Then one day I noticed that she had completely shed her (love) handles, and started practicing for sexy-senior Jello-wrestling!
I couldn't believe it! I couldn't keep enough of her citrus-flavored Jello in the house to keep up with her exercise routines!
Finally she let me know she was over her Jello fad. She looked at me as though to say, "Do me baby, do me!" So I caressed and fondled every nook and cranny of her glorious nekkid body for hours. It was like the ol' days, when we couldn't take our eyes off of each other. A couple of times I thought I was too exhausted to keep on keepin' on, but somehow I managed, and suddenly I realized that she was starting to shine with that special kind of afterglow that we all know the source of.
She was so turned on by her new look that she even told me that just the tip would satisfy her, so I complied!
Turns out the face-lift wasn't quite enough for her though. She let me know that the rough-stuff was fun, and it really sparked a nostalgic kind of energy between us, but now she needed some slow, more refined kind of love before she could feel her transformation was complete. Hell, I'm an old guy, I was just about spent anyways, so slowing down and really taking my time was just what I needed too. So we had a couple of real intimate sessions. Left the Jello and love on the rocks far behind us, and went for the moist, almost silky, barely tactile sheets, and guys, I'm here to tell ya's, she REALLY started glowing after a couple of hours of that treatment!
So there ya go. That's my story of love and obsession. We've been through so much together that now we can settle back into our normal familiar, perhaps even mundane, coexistence.
Moral of the story: There's a thin line between love and infatuation, and being a user and abuser.
Learn it, live it, love it!
Blues
