Bed linen...

I don’t know what it is – I can’t really explain it. Maybe the smell of freshly laundered sheets reminds me of my carefree youth, maybe it’s the paradox of smut combined with my semi-obsessive cleanliness...

But there’s something about when a ‘bite-the-back-of-your-hand-beautiful’ woman, with a phenomenal body, lust in her eyes and a reputation for being ruder than the annual general meeting of the ‘Nympho drunken pornstars with Tourettes*’ foundation, is dressed up to the nines in the finest saucy lingerie money can buy...and when she lies on a freshly made bed with clean sheets and begs me to fuck her until her eyes bulge and she pops a flange muscle...well then I have to admit that I do tend to get more than a bit turned on.

Hmm...actually, now I come to think of it...It’s probably got bugger all to do with the bed sheets.

I think I’m just a bit fruity.


*I originally thought ‘Tourettes’ as in the syndrome, not the B3tan...but then again...if it was the B3tan, then that would probably be EVEN RUDER!
(Mr Twisty Cheeky The worst kept secret in B3ta..., Tue 27 Oct 2009, 8:59, 2 replies)

Its pretty damn obvious, sir...
You're just a very sick man who needs to be locked up. Forever. Just think of the CHILDREN! Etc. etc. etc.
( SpankyHanky, Tue 27 Oct 2009, 9:14, closed)

pops a flange muscle.
LMAO

have a wee clicky
(insomniac-surfer oh go on then, just this once, Tue 27 Oct 2009, 14:32, closed)