Elated Premature PleasuresA Poem by Antonio CastanDescribing how lost one is about the first time they face a situation that leads to sexual tension and actions being transpired as a result of pubescent hormones
Elated premature pleasure
It begins, I ask her, "Has anything else been inserted in your anus?" W/< than grrreat! effort I find myself manipulating my way, maybe not so, she isn't drunk, I am, Kellogg's and milk should do it, Fondling her vaginal intersection. Much like LA traffic it seems like a one way street during a standstill, drivers don't like to merge. Mother fuckers rubbernecking, she just seems to lay there but my shaft is stick shift hard. Beep, beep, alarm clock sounds, lubricated latex ring fills with fluids only previously known after watching Slutload. Very much V focused I had succeeded Almost effortless, no errorless The feeling compares to finding a Timex But realizing the X is backwards Ouch! Damn, just to think that only a glance at those naked toes did it Premature pleasure, at least I think I thought I heard a purr coming from her kitty cat. Meow Could have been a yawn but then again I didn't even drag it along Five maybe fifteen minutes when talking to the guys is all it lasted © 2015 Antonio CastanAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on June 30, 2015 Last Updated on June 30, 2015 AuthorAntonio CastanGardena, CAAboutCurrently I'm realizing why I romanticized over drinking and smoking so much for most of my life. It's because since in our youth we are painted a picture that drinking and smoking is a very romantic .. more.. |