©2011 The Dirty Gentleman (#377)
Especially when he lets us play with it.
1 week ago on February 10, 2012 at 11:24am
Posts tagged cunt.
©2011 The Dirty Gentleman (#365)
And now back to our regularly scheduled smut.
4 weeks ago on January 26, 2012 at 08:55pm
©2011 The Dirty Gentleman (#364)
The reason we tear clothes is to show that our desire is more important than our concern. Our want is greater than our worry, and our need is bigger than our pragmatism. We tear things, cut things, and break things, because we need to fuck more than we need to be careful.
1 month ago on January 23, 2012 at 10:09pm
©2011 The Dirty Gentleman (#354)
Sometimes, it’s not about the emotion or the subtlety. Sometimes, it’s just about a woman with her hands tied and her cunt open for all to see.
1 month ago on January 12, 2012 at 09:31pm
Roses or Cherries
He pussy does not taste like candy. It doesn’t taste like strawberries or honey and it in no way resembles a blossoming flower. She calls it her cunt and she rubs it with short strong fingers.
Her breasts are different sizes and her nipples point slightly askew. She has bumps and an occasional hair, and when she lies on her back they fall flat against her body.
He neck and her chin are soft and warm, but they do not flow like the lines of a gazelle or dance in perfect symmetry.
Her ass has never stopped trains or caused traffic jams. There are no poems written about its firmness and no songs praise its shape and form. When I run my hand over her skin I can feel the soft translucent hairs beneath my fingers.
Her lips are not roses or cherries, and I can never decide if I love her more than I want her or if it’s the other way around.
1 month ago on December 30, 2011 at 12:15pm