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Train carriages, car parks, behind the altar at midnight mass. Where have you done the dirty?
Thanks to SpankyHanky, Chart Cat and others for the suggestion
( , Thu 23 Apr 2009, 12:58)
Train carriages, car parks, behind the altar at midnight mass. Where have you done the dirty?
Thanks to SpankyHanky, Chart Cat and others for the suggestion
( , Thu 23 Apr 2009, 12:58)
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Why I like fishing
The riverbank is peppered by sunlight, a leaf-green canopy breaking a brilliant blue sky. We have been here for an hour. When we left his house he promised me action and I refuse to leave until I'm satisfied. I watch his long fingers knowing how skillful and dexterous they can be. He pulls his t-shirt over his head in one quick movement baring a golden body slick with salted sweat. I respond by slowly unfastening the top buttons of my shirt.
We lean closer in anticipation. I am so near that I can smell the raw scent of his skin. I breathe lightly and the hairs on his arms stand skywards and I see him stiffen as his rod jerks, just once. He lightly caresses the thick shaft, barely touching it. The tip quivers. Another jerk! He grins, wild-eyed, and begins to move his hand.
"Let me!" I murmur, and I place my hands on his. He groans.
Together we manipulate the pole's pleasing thickness. There is a splash and I feel moisture on my skin. "Beautiful..." he whispers, lowering his hand into the wetness. My breath catches in my throat. I move my hands faster and he leans over me towards the dampness between my legs. He grunts as he dips down and in one commanding movement he snatches his hand away victoriously as I cry out in pleasure and relief and we collapse in a shuddering release, spent, back onto the riverbank.
Length? A good 13 inches and it smelt of fish.
[Edit: photo in replies]
( , Mon 27 Apr 2009, 12:04, 13 replies)
The riverbank is peppered by sunlight, a leaf-green canopy breaking a brilliant blue sky. We have been here for an hour. When we left his house he promised me action and I refuse to leave until I'm satisfied. I watch his long fingers knowing how skillful and dexterous they can be. He pulls his t-shirt over his head in one quick movement baring a golden body slick with salted sweat. I respond by slowly unfastening the top buttons of my shirt.
We lean closer in anticipation. I am so near that I can smell the raw scent of his skin. I breathe lightly and the hairs on his arms stand skywards and I see him stiffen as his rod jerks, just once. He lightly caresses the thick shaft, barely touching it. The tip quivers. Another jerk! He grins, wild-eyed, and begins to move his hand.
"Let me!" I murmur, and I place my hands on his. He groans.
Together we manipulate the pole's pleasing thickness. There is a splash and I feel moisture on my skin. "Beautiful..." he whispers, lowering his hand into the wetness. My breath catches in my throat. I move my hands faster and he leans over me towards the dampness between my legs. He grunts as he dips down and in one commanding movement he snatches his hand away victoriously as I cry out in pleasure and relief and we collapse in a shuddering release, spent, back onto the riverbank.
Length? A good 13 inches and it smelt of fish.
[Edit: photo in replies]
( , Mon 27 Apr 2009, 12:04, 13 replies)
Brilliant...!
You have been missed this week. I thought you more than anybody would have a tale or two for this QotW.
*clicks*
( , Mon 27 Apr 2009, 12:07, closed)
You have been missed this week. I thought you more than anybody would have a tale or two for this QotW.
*clicks*
( , Mon 27 Apr 2009, 12:07, closed)
haven't been online much this week -
put my back out mid-shag.Fucking painful fucking.
( , Mon 27 Apr 2009, 13:09, closed)
put my back out mid-shag.
( , Mon 27 Apr 2009, 13:09, closed)
I went fishing with a boyfriend once and all I got was sunburn : (
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( , Mon 27 Apr 2009, 12:42, closed)
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( , Mon 27 Apr 2009, 12:42, closed)
Unfortunately not : (
He was too interested in the bloody fishing.
( , Mon 27 Apr 2009, 13:44, closed)
He was too interested in the bloody fishing.
( , Mon 27 Apr 2009, 13:44, closed)
the photographic evidence
A nice brown trout, 'bout 2.5lb
Edit: In all honesty, this is how I got into fishing. I'd go with my then-boyfriend and watch him becoming absorbed in the whole process. I then found that fucking on the riverbank was another interesting way to spend the time and that he didn't care so much about the fish when he was dipping his worm elsewhere. This progressed to shagging while fishing (one eye on the horizon watching for bailiffs, another on the rod). Eventually I got more and more excited about the actual fishing and bought a rod of my own. In fact, we went fishing the other day and didn't even think inappropriate thoughts at all. Well, maybe a little.
( , Mon 27 Apr 2009, 13:33, closed)
A nice brown trout, 'bout 2.5lb
Edit: In all honesty, this is how I got into fishing. I'd go with my then-boyfriend and watch him becoming absorbed in the whole process. I then found that fucking on the riverbank was another interesting way to spend the time and that he didn't care so much about the fish when he was dipping his worm elsewhere. This progressed to shagging while fishing (one eye on the horizon watching for bailiffs, another on the rod). Eventually I got more and more excited about the actual fishing and bought a rod of my own. In fact, we went fishing the other day and didn't even think inappropriate thoughts at all. Well, maybe a little.
( , Mon 27 Apr 2009, 13:33, closed)
aw, what?
it's a true story.
Admittedly, there might have been a blow job or two beforehand that I didn't mention.
( , Mon 27 Apr 2009, 14:04, closed)
it's a true story.
Admittedly, there might have been a blow job or two beforehand that I didn't mention.
( , Mon 27 Apr 2009, 14:04, closed)
Innuendo?
In YOUR endo. Nice fishporn - who would have thought thrashing about with a maggot could be so entertaining?
( , Mon 27 Apr 2009, 15:11, closed)
In YOUR endo. Nice fishporn - who would have thought thrashing about with a maggot could be so entertaining?
( , Mon 27 Apr 2009, 15:11, closed)
Well I never
I did something not altogether different a bit further up the page before I'd even read this.
Have a *click* for sharing my brainwaves
( , Mon 27 Apr 2009, 17:02, closed)
I did something not altogether different a bit further up the page before I'd even read this.
Have a *click* for sharing my brainwaves
( , Mon 27 Apr 2009, 17:02, closed)
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