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The carpet pile between her toes is a real turn on, as she walks to the bedroom door,
A damp towel wrapped around her size ten, only seems to excite her even more,
This affair is only about one month old, and the touch of his hand sets her on fire,
It’s not love but God it feels so good, just his look fills her with a burning desire.
Handsome but not drop dead gorgeous, he is packed and stacked in all the right places,
When he runs his hand up…Continue
He lives all alone in a one bed roomed flat, high up, on the housing estate,
With all the lights turned off, he sits naked in his favorite chair and waits,
The factory job he holds down by day, just about drives him around the bend,
“Oh’ but now as the darkness falls down, his misery will soon come to an end.
The powerful telescope is discretely hidden; his little secret cannot be discovered,
Now as the excitement begins to build, he dares…Continue
GLENDA’S STORIES Pubs, I’ll tell you pubs, best places in the worldPeople treat barmaids, with respect, my wordNot like blokes, blokes, damn blokesThey lay and cheat, who’d believeA girl from the streets Bloody Irishman, smooth, as a good Scots on…Continue
The parting of my hairWake in fright....'Ahhh ah' some still there.From too much sexOr not enough sexEither way few women need to careBut those that do Know the colour blueAnd the depths of deep…Continue
The jackal's head, an eerie silhouetteAn outline of death beckoning,Fading through the sand.The last gasp before I depart,The colour of the gods cannot be known,Swallowing black; descendingThe feather of justice weighs the heart,The whispers of the…Continue