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Originally Posted by my miss storm cat
"I was north to her south..."
Kind Sir...
I'm afraid i do you great injustice as I've read this fine thread on and off. Only on and off.
Shame on me.
I offer my apologies as it should be savored... read slowly, deliberately... like a Gabriel Garcia-Marquez novel or like good sex... time and care and repetition, rhythm... building and building... do you know what I'm saying?
Building and building and all the while a kind of frenzied pleasure is awakened, encouraged... tension and fury getting stronger and stronger.
A secret desire for a quickened pace...
Stronger and stronger until you lose yourself in it and want to scream out and beg...
Never never never stop
Nothing else matters just never stop...
There's no more time... time doesn't exist... there is only here and now and feeling
And finally...
finally...
climax of every sense.
The most intense full body exhale...
The kind where you feel like you're melting.
Stimulation artist, sensual troubadour, jongular... master of the art of forcing others to feel... to feel...
So for the floating and for the north and south ~ thank you.
A beautiful thought, a striking line surrounded by magic.
Amazing. Appreciated. Applauded.
Love,
Gooey, aka brown sugah
PS - Did anyone get the octopus his shoes?
Part II will be the lipstick line... aint nothing better than putting on lipstick.
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gooey!!
Oh mine Got!!
Everyone...give Gooey what I left for you---she's getting
everything!!
Wait a minute..I don't owe you any money---do I??
=:>
You are so very,very kind.
