Naughty Stories UK

Who needs dating sites when I have you, my love? You're gorgeous to the hilt, loving, full of Passion - plus you crack me up no end with your slice of quirky humour. You make me laugh so hard, babes, that you make my cheeks and my stomach ache and I let one rip on the regular. I know society looks down on gals who fart, but with you I don't care - I lovingly blame you for the airy funk that emits from my wide-soft dimply stretch-marked derriere. I love a man who can cook. A man that likes to cook for me. And you do. And it's such a turn-on. I love watching you cook. I like hugging you from behind and holding onto you - being your shadow - as we move from sink to cooker and back again!

No need for Blind date after blind date, gorgeous, because we can make up a blind date of our own. Blind folds, food, mobiles switched off, passion, lotion and the carpet is all we need, babes. Giggling, laughing, touching, teasing, licking, sucking, grinding, pleasing.You're slim and I'm voluptuously loaded with more than my fair share of calories. I like that. There's something about that that makes me feel like having my wicked way with you each and every time. I'm your Big Mama and I'm comin ta getcha as I wave my nipple tassels round in feverish anticipation of you between me, around me, under me, over me - my love, my gorgeous excuse for man.

Passion is a fountain we call on - when it suits us - before work, after work - and once during your lunchtime break - in one of the disabled toilets. Remember?You are my poetry, my muse, my play thing, my love thing, my enjoy thing, my spank thing. I love the temporary red print of my hand when I spank you and love you and spank you and love you.You are mine. And I'm yours, you lemon drop. From my head to my soul to my toes.

You are what I want.

Who I want.

Forever.Kiss, kiss.