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drunk again
His breath stinks like hell
from bingeing and booze,
but oh, the great smell
when I take off his shoes!
I hug, tug and tickle
to get off his clothes,
then suck on his pickle,
his tits and his toes.
Love's not always pretty.
Life isn't a ball.
But what would be shitty
is no love at all!
very cool!
Thanks, pal! Here's another.
autumn memory
I love to be caressed by candlelight.
We met in late September.
He felt me up with his bare feet that night.
My nipples still remember.
His toes danced in my crack, and in my hole
they did strange things
that made my penis squirt for joy. My soul,
remembering, still sings...
bravo.....
Thanks again, friend, for a voice of support. We are so lucky to have a place here where we can be comfortable being who we are and celebrating it!
I strongly agreeeQuote:
Originally Posted by ftlaudft
why?
Why do I love you? You should ask your toes
if I'm the kind of guy who sucks and blows
just anyone. Or do I choose and pick
a guy with feet as sexy as his dick?
What is the sound of love? Ask a big toe
still moist from being sucked. The toe will know
the grunt of passion from my juicy slurp
that ends not with a bang but with a burp.
When did I fall in love? One morning you
were getting dressed. I stumbled on your shoe.
Your face was handsome and your eyes were kind.
But you were barefoot and I lost my mind!
What can we do to keep our friendship sweet?
I'll give you head. Just love me with your feet!
why2
Why do I feel so happy and complete?
Because he masturbates me with his feet.
I stretch out nude beside his fav'rite chair.
Feet are delicious when they're fresh and bare.
He runs them thru my hair, around my tits,
across my chest. He warms them in my pits.
He strokes my shaft. The passion has begun.
He varies pressure 'til the deed is done.
With his bare feet and one half glass of wine
a homo trip thru Paradise is mine!
memento
I carry around in my pocket
some prize pubic hairs in a locket.
They're from an old trick
with an excellent dick.
We all have our kinks, so don't knock it!
I've got a bone...
"I've got a bone to pick with you!" he said
before he threw me naked on the bed.
He filled my holes with love and that is why
I'll kiss his feet until the day I die.
Bone-picking is a rather quaint expression
for such a bonnie penis-friendly session.
Shall I describe what happened? It was pleasant.
I'd better not. There may be virgins present!