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tarmac2

The Little Lady

I stopped growing when I was eight years old. I was a midget, but my intellect developed normally.

On my twenty-first birthday, I married Sir Peter Hargreaves. We must have looked comical when we stood at the altar. I was four-feet, seven-inches (but taller in high heels) and he was just over six feet. I was attending a seminar with my normal-sized brother Andrew about financial planning when we sort of met. I was sitting in the middle of the front row almost directly in front of Sir Peter, who was making a speech. He...

Green_Man

We Do What We Must Do

Slipping into my heart,A mystery to solve. Friending me was a start,Making love would evolve. Your lips upon my shaft,My mouth upon your slit.We shared our sexy craft.We are a perfect fit. Spreading your wetness wideWith my swollen manhood.Giving you a rough ride,Loving you as I should. Your cries of passion ring,My lust for you is true.You call for what I bring,I always will come through. I'm thrusting deep within I fill...

Jinxy

I Have A Silly Little Smile

I have a silly little smile, I wear upon my face, and it’s been given to me by you.

I have a silly little smile, I wear upon my face, and it’s been given to me by you. When we met, you had away about you. The sweetest things you did, to get a smile on these lips. I have a silly little smile, I wear upon my face, and it’s been given to me by you. When I think of you, it becomes bigger. You've made me smile so wide my cheeks hurt. I have a silly little smile, I wear upon my face, and it’s been given to me...

redlips

A Wife's Plea

A Plea For Caring To End Despairing

One bird has a beautiful songanother a throaty plea;Perhaps it longs to just belongWhile the other sings cause it's free.One stream travels to a stagnant poolAnother the open sea;Neither knew where they would endBoth took the turns that made them be.One flower opens to the sunAnother hides it's face;Both are beautiful in their wayOne like velvet the other like lace.We do not know how love will growOr what will make it fad...