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Dicernably Turgid
I have decided to write this for my pet because he needs to get out more. The other day, sleeping at his feet I dreamt, with my feet twitching, emitting little yips, I was a coyote hunting mice in the dunes near Destin. On the night of a full moon, a thunderstorm moving through, following the scent of a mouse, I happened upon my pet lying on his back being pleasured by a female of his kind. The rain was hammering down so hard, the warm water was coursing across her back running off her breasts tracing arcs across his chest as they slid over each other lubricated by the rain, sweat and lust. I became so distracted tilting my head to one side that I let out a little groan and lost the sent of the mouse I was following. I had to move upwind and clear the musk of their sweat from my nostrils with a little sneeze, to pick up that most elusive mouse trail and be on my way. He is only looking for someone who grasps the concept that the most important erogenous zone resides between ones ears.
I hope you are someone that understands that performing mental gymnastic back flips although entertaining can be an exceedingly exquisite form of torture to achieve climactic sex. Actually to be up front, I would love to gently place warm cream cheese on your nipples, coating them with chilled Russian caviar so that I may lick and scrape those exquisite Jules to a point of erectile firmness so you would find me discernibly turgid, and eager to meet your desires. A glass of champagne might be a nice chaser or a palette cleanser between courses. all the best.
I have decided to write this for my pet because he needs to get out more. The other day, sleeping at his feet I dreamt, with my feet twitching, emitting little yips, I was a coyote hunting mice in the dunes near Destin. On the night of a full moon, a thunderstorm moving through, following the scent of a mouse, I happened upon my pet lying on his back being pleasured by a female of his kind. The rain was hammering down so hard, the warm water was coursing across her back running off her breasts tracing arcs across his chest as they slid over each other lubricated by the rain, sweat and lust. I became so distracted tilting my head to one side that I let out a little groan and lost the sent of the mouse I was following. I had to move upwind and clear the musk of their sweat from my nostrils with a little sneeze, to pick up that most elusive mouse trail and be on my way. He is only looking for someone who grasps the concept that the most important erogenous zone resides between ones ears.
I hope you are someone that understands that performing mental gymnastic back flips although entertaining can be an exceedingly exquisite form of torture to achieve climactic sex. Actually to be up front, I would love to gently place warm cream cheese on your nipples, coating them with chilled Russian caviar so that I may lick and scrape those exquisite Jules to a point of erectile firmness so you would find me discernibly turgid, and eager to meet your desires. A glass of champagne might be a nice chaser or a palette cleanser between courses. all the best.
