Take a flying leap, Feh-bruary.
Perhaps, Precious, your yen’s issue is to take boy-beast’s moistened maw’s direction down to the private place so sacred mortal men kill kings in injust ways, wishing to taste such sacred, Godly gifts.
Me? May it interest your younger readers: Romantics couldn’t compare to the man making Jodi joyous. Thomas’ tales are always wistful wishes.
Helloooooo Thomas! 😉
Not to be outdone by Thomas’ tastefully tactful tales of dewy nethereaches (sp)and mere male mortals who tearfully tilt at tantalizingly tasty temptresses to no apparent avail…
Why is Jodi accepting the open-mouthed oral advances of one nefariously martinized male of youthful years when she currently has the undying adoration of one frequently-fellatioed fella for whom she has eagerly expressed arduous adoration at every mere mention as it’s spoken of ‘token’?
I don’t even want to try to match alliterative wits with the likes of Thomas and Ds. This kiss mess happened somewhere between 20 and 25 years ago, when I was a touch more wet behind the ears. (And of course I know I’m inviting, or seemingly begging, for comment with that last clause, because I know that trying to fight it where you two are concerned is indeed a lost cause.)
Wet, wanton, wide open and vulnerable, without the will to resist. Now why would you assume Thomas and I would be likely to attempt an adventuratory overture?
Wet kissing is way over-rated.