Monday, July 21, 2008

Boob Job?

So whilst I'm laying by my pool today, I'm thinking about things to spend my tax money on, and I was thinking of a boob job.. I like my boobs, but they could definitely be bigger and firmer, and I'd love to NOT have to wear a bra! What do you think? Are those breasts you'd like to worship? Or how about slide your cock between? Hmmmm... now I'm getting myself all worked up again, and I've already masturbated like 5 times today....



I Was also thinking I need to get back into seriously smothering and wrestling men with my thighs.. they're starting to get a bit pudgy in there, don't ya think?

How many of you would BEG to be squeezed by my thighs? Or at least motivate me to go use the aductor and abductor machines at the gym?? Or amuse me while we hike together?

I seriously need a work out partner.




Lastly what do you think about my pussy?

Isn't my pussy...

I mean ...

doggy cute? She's getting old... she just turned 12!




5 comments:

  1. I think your body looks fantastic as is, as best I can tell from your pictures. I would stay away from surgery.

    I think any man who gets to wrestle you and gets squeezed between your thighs is well-beyond lucky. Normally I'd figure I'd be big/strong enough to take you down and pin you, but I'm not sure I could be in any mindspace to do it.

    And I think your puppy is very lucky to be your pet.

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  2. Awwwww, aren't you sweet! Thanks for the compliments, and thanks for leaving a comment. I often wonder who the hell reads this drivel ;-) lmao!

    Ms Nichole.

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  3. I think I'd be sweeter laying at your feet, bringing myself to the edge over and over again, your foot on my mouth or my throat.

    Ooops! Did I say that outloud?

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  4. HOT HOT HOT!! Tell me more... (You caught me at a really good moment, cause I'm totally horny right now...)

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  5. Oh, the possibilities are endless. After seemingly endless luxurious foot-worship and the simultaneous self-teasing you order me to perform, you're hungry for more, and I'm alternating between tears of pure frustration and the glow of perfect bliss.

    You look down at me, your eyes locked on mine. "You've shown good self-control so far, but I think we may need to help you with that for the next item on our agenda."

    You walk off as I lay there, panting and whimpering, returning in a moment with several items. My glasses are off, so I can't see very well. You order me to spread my legs as you get between them, facing my cock.

    "We'll need to do something about _this_," you say as you reach down to me. I can barely contain a scream as you run ice across the head of my cock. Deftly, as I shrink from a full, throbbing erection to flaccidity, you lock my cock into a CB3000.

    You lean down over me, your eyes locking mine again, "You did say you like a challenge. We're going to wrestle now. If you win, I'll let you get off in a nice way. When I win, I'm going to fuck your mouth. It may be with my pussy grinding into your face as I pin you. Or I may put on a strap-on coated with my wetness and fuck your face with that.

    My reply was a twisted, desperate whimper.

    [hope you enjoy.... - GB]

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