This is beautiful. Pure, simple, lovely. Touching, teasing, inviting.
Enjoy!
Monday, April 22, 2013
Sweet as Tupelo Honey
She's as sweet as Tupelo Honey...
yeah, those are the words... and I as I heard them, I wondered...
Do the bees make the sweet honey from sweet, sticky fucking?
Does a boy bee stick his big bee dick in the girl bee's pussy? Does she buzz and beg for it...
Does he tell her to fuck that big bee dick? Do bees even have dicks? Wow.
suck it, suck my bee dick...suck it now... taste the honey sweet taste of big bee dick...
Bees. Fucking to make the world sweeter.
That's all I know about Tupelo Honey.
yeah, those are the words... and I as I heard them, I wondered...
Do the bees make the sweet honey from sweet, sticky fucking?
Does a boy bee stick his big bee dick in the girl bee's pussy? Does she buzz and beg for it...
Does he tell her to fuck that big bee dick? Do bees even have dicks? Wow.
suck it, suck my bee dick...suck it now... taste the honey sweet taste of big bee dick...
Bees. Fucking to make the world sweeter.
That's all I know about Tupelo Honey.
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
How to Make Fruit Salad With Marshmallows
I'm always slightly amused when I see that this post about Fruit Salad is bringing readers to my site.
I'm betting some of them are a bit surprised.
I'm betting some of them are a bit surprised.
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
The New Student
Andrew Smith, writing at his Row House book, tells what happens when a college professor encounters a new student:
I left the office at 2:30 PM. I cut out before my office hours officially ended. It was the first Thursday in a new semester. No one is going to be looking for the new political science prof. And, I had to get home.
I knew M would be there. Her classes were all in the morning and she had planned for lunches at 1 on Thursdays. Working/writing from home would be her approach.
I was home just before 3:00. The walk had been invigorating, but had not suppressed my need.
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I left the office at 2:30 PM. I cut out before my office hours officially ended. It was the first Thursday in a new semester. No one is going to be looking for the new political science prof. And, I had to get home.
I knew M would be there. Her classes were all in the morning and she had planned for lunches at 1 on Thursdays. Working/writing from home would be her approach.
I was home just before 3:00. The walk had been invigorating, but had not suppressed my need.
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