the cozy dooryard

[Dahoss]

Originally Posted by clyde

I now make DerbyCat a made member of the Cozy DoorYard.

Her gang name is ClittyGlitter.





Mortimer was an excellent thief of dreams…he could hear your thoughts…see you scenes…and steal them, by amorous means.

ClittyGlitter was sleeping on her bearskin rug….with her bare skin.Mortimer liked that.

Her bare skin….not the bear skin rug


But oh well.



He began kissing her little belly with soft and moist love She snapped awake ,quick like a bunny, but severely startled. His quicker than a bunny move to her lips allayed her fears as he softly hugged each one with his….and gently searched her mouth for trace Hershey bar residue, but found none. “Phooey.”..said he..”Love me ,Mortimer.”…said she.


Back down to ClittyGlitter’s little belly.

He kissed her more….and latched onto her outty, which he sucked gingerly.Clitty started making googlie sounds.He looked below her b-button and found the down arrow. She must have been expecting him.

He found what seemed the suspect area.

Clitty was pretty…in pink.


Clittly’s clitty was pretty,too.She had sparkly glitter all over it.


Mortimer watched as she made her legs go wide..he began kissing her entire perimeter.Her legs widened, her googlie sounds deepened.He kissed and licked,’round and ‘round…now and then breathing hot air into her sound…..Mortimer knew how to rely…on time.

Then he gave her one slow,long lick across all known hot areas….she knew the better part of him was about to become the better part of her.

Mortimer started to perform for ClittyGlitter by licking and easily sucking her trigger words…those lips that knew no stick.He went down to send a long look into her tunnel of love with a Peruvian telescope, laced with fire nodules streaming over her ganglia.Clitty was already nearing explosive decompression.

Mortimer then went directly to her next known hot area. ClittyGlitter heard him call in for support artillery.Her legs were as wide as she could make them. Her googlies became thought streams from a seething foreign tongue.Then she felt his foreign tongue.All over her clover.

He kissed and licked her clit until the glitter was gone. She clamped down her legs around his head….trying to exert as much pressure as she could into her little mound now teeming with raging firestorms.Mortimer began preparing the hot button for suctioning…suctioning that would make her want him to pop out that little cap and let out the pressurized hot lava waiting to escape and free her from the killing fields of joy she was experiencing. The excruciating pain of love became a desire to request release before she became a slobbering doorknob.


“OH GOD MORTIMER…BITE IT OFF!!..BITE IT OFF AND MAKE ME COME BE FORE I DIE!!



Oh boy.




And so….he sucked her hard and heavy and fast and then..bit her, but not that hard.







CliityGlitter now knew why Mortimer had no more friends.

He knew how to rely on time.





Now, she would always rely on him….knowing full well the next time she would get his wolf pollen delivered right into her mid section, from where all intensity emanates; waiting to be set free.










The end.

[clyde]

!!

ror!



I am a very bad man!

[geeker2]

you may have better luck with Riot

[clyde]

Oh really?

And upset Uncly?




The thing is,sir....go back to the meet up room.

The girl is in love with me.

[clyde]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=77pmWCpMNkI



Did you read about the flood?
It happened long time ago, in a little country town, way back in Mississippi
It rained and it rained, it rained both night and day
The people got worried, they began to cry,
"Lord have mercy, where can we go now?"
There were women and there was children, screaming and crying,
"Lord have mercy and a great disaster, who can we turn to now, but you?"
The great flood of
Tupelo, Mississippi
It happened one evenin', one Friday evenin', a long time ago,
it rained and it started rainin'
The people of Tupelo, out on the farm gathering their harvest,
a dark cloud rolled, way back in Tupelo, Mississippi, hmm, hmm)
Wasn't that a mighty time,
wasn't that a mighty time?
Wasn't that a mighty time,
a mighty time, that evenin'?
It rained, both night and day
The poor people that had no place to go, hmm,hmm
A little town, called Tupelo, Mississippi
I never forget it and I know you won't either

[clyde]

Besides liking the above.....take a listen:


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7CZNuTeq9hs


Is it me?

[clyde]

I have concluded that there is no such strangeness as time.

But we should rely on lengthy processes....maybe better said that way.




I'm so sorry, am inhaling the embers again.Everything goes south for me when I do this.So I shouldn't do it.The place just ain't gonna let me go easy.