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Temporal incarnation of Aphrodite
Temporal incarnation of Aphrodite... induces idyllic reverie delight evoking similar surge, when skirting, and eluding fidelity defining the marital law on par with courting in flagrante delicto. After reading about Greek goddess of love fancy notion woke whereof warmth suffused me snug as fingers fitted into glove subsequent laissez faire attitude welcomed salvation, overstimulation, labialization, impenetration, fornication, and consummation from above. Hands folded prayer like to beseech thee to abduct me with no cause to up braid natural temptation found feral, gonadal, and hormonal paroxysm commanding, fueling, inducing longing from divinely devoted dada sacred marital covenant he twice blithely disobeyed willingly surrendering quintessential orgasmic manifestation to nymph. Earthbound Olympian of love, now dwells amidst thee willing submissive subject teasingly surrendering himself, whose psyche frayed mossy secluded glade, a natural bed of soft earthy, downy canopied bride awaiting me with said lovely paramour to get laid, and maybe nine months later, a baby will resemble thee dear milkmaid, then whence we return to our Land O’ Lakes chalet homage will be paid in which human guise undressed as barenaked lady inamorato doles secrets regarding amorous Lumineers trade witnessed libidinal upgrade into erotic dreamland such heartfelt desire impossible mission for amorousness to be weighed. Victuals to satiate pleasures of flesh, especially erogenous zone administered courtesy female I wanna name Yvonne this imaginary mistress singing seductive tone thru this private line, but no other phone triggering mine little rolling stone to generate primal sounds vis a vis masturbatory moan inducing groin seams of pants extreme groan toward pocketing sixty-nine without any lovely bone. A copious amount of adoration suffuses entire body of this man her, whose gentle and kind embrace promises to be eternal plan as made mention in the Bible, Quran, or Torah millennia ago rattan, whose healthy libido will probably outlive me life span. Royal carpet treatment awaits me each and every day as the differences between myself and august dweller on high establish a bounty and glory of compassion to roll in the hay atop bodacious, delicious, felicitous fantasy asks me to lie imbibing succulent bosom O zone hemisphere erupts highly charged atmosphere akin to an eternal month o May taking spirit soaring thousands of miles of feet in the sky. Upon hearing sweet nothings nobody else can hear affecting heavy breathing indicated by nostril that imperceptibly flare a sheer grin of joy lights up my countenance ear to ear despite the impish quarks of this divine being so dear as journey to inxs of nirvana induced ejaculated (er... prematurely) whispered clear from being buck-naked bare. while playboy hallucination at my male member does yank key mud hood dill, where reality doth usually tank with muss elf feeling prick sans figurative or real shaft shank quite the opposite with a wife acidly rank she frequently pulls my hair as a childish prank knowing full well that action turns my mood sour as a crank I would escape, but no amount of money can equal priceless prostatic fluid in the seminal piggy bank. Other times, her karma roars into a tempest with a rage lashing out like a half-crazed maniac loosed upon global stage on account of silent battles we regularly wage. I admit my own fair share of peculiar traits which only to private confidences t'will now relate keep on the q-t (i.e. quiet) lest spouse doth berate. Chief among these oddities comprise lower gastrointestinal perturbations issuing from the a$$ which prompt innumerable outbursts of gas ranging from quiet puff to a noisy, windy pass. After usage of toilet with a bowel movement large enough to sink a sub wash rectal residue from my behind with a hose attached to the tub. This couple resembles Frankenstein and his bride – argh what a pair she taunts when I shower, clean the rest of my body including hair dry follicles shaking head after applying hair dryer back & forth side-to-side through the air. There you now know foibles and unusual personal ways uttering that such antics how she plays like netted in a one-man fraternity undergoing constant haze pelting this poor soul with scraps of food, she flays until these covered with thick pasty gloppy glaze as verboten entrees now laugh till you fall over and remain in stitches for days.
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