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mtgolgotha
there I was...
Aug 02, 2001 15:02
So I'm fucking this chick right? I'm all thinking.. damn this fels good.. I miss this (
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skahtah
August 7 2001, 21:04:30 UTC
Sick fucker. Keep writing -- you're makign me laugh off some more of this unsightly ass!!!
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higher
September 15 2001, 01:57:54 UTC
Hey PB, you haven't been on lately.... got soemthing going, have we? :) Write soon.... you'll like the response.....
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skahtah
May 24 2002, 01:47:02 UTC
The things I want to say to you tonight.... and now I cannot.... There has been a delay and you know who she is. No problem. I'll post them another time, and we shall see what becomes of it....
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mtgolgotha
May 24 2002, 21:55:38 UTC
If you are writing this on the computer why could you not say them? She can't over hear keys. What's up?
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skahtah
June 4 2002, 05:45:33 UTC
It's a personal hang up, I guess...
I wanted to tell you how much my breasts ache for your touch, the way you pinch and roll the nipples between your fingers...
How much my back misses your caress, the slide of your rouch hands over my smooth flesh, the heat of your palms against my cool skin...
How much my ass misses being held, cupped gently and gripped firmly by your fingers, possessed and released in a heartbeat...
How much my fingers miss being trapped within your grip, held up and away where I cannot interfere with your plans for my body...
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mtgolgotha
June 5 2002, 00:07:38 UTC
Welly, welly, welly, well, my pretty pretty devotchka. How you tempt me!
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I wanted to tell you how much my breasts ache for your touch, the way you pinch and roll the nipples between your fingers...
How much my back misses your caress, the slide of your rouch hands over my smooth flesh, the heat of your palms against my cool skin...
How much my ass misses being held, cupped gently and gripped firmly by your fingers, possessed and released in a heartbeat...
How much my fingers miss being trapped within your grip, held up and away where I cannot interfere with your plans for my body...
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