Sage Sweetwater bringing you the Upper Tier in lesbian erotica...
quail, its presence heralded by its characteristic call "wet-my-lips" has just spoken for me! My God, I have just seen you from a long hiatus, with your Pharaoh hound, known from the tomb paintings in ancient Egypt, a beautiful Phoenician trader and her dog,
I have wolf teeth for trade, I pull them from the saddle bag on my Percheron bred in the Le Perche District of north France,
for over a year, I have wanted to climb you like the vines of a passion flower, devour your pulpy fruit inside the ovary, your female gonad, f*** you in the dogbane family of the oleander, showy cluster of pink flowers excellently camouflaged passion,
I remember your picture, the last time I saw you, you were standing on that red sandstone ledge waving me off in ancient Petra after paying your toll, I was off to my next watering hole of women, in company with my pretty camel driver of two millenia ago, that's me in the corner, that's me in the spotlight,
you notice me now, start swinging your bull-roarer, whirling it rapidly and the loud, moaning hum has me coming, a primitive orgasm is what I need so bad right now, these wolf teeth are yours, I throw in a whetstone because I know you are fascinated by ancient cutlery, the long-tine forks, erotically speaking, I want to skewer your guinea fowl and f*** you with the grotesque ivory handle of the 17th century, spit on the whetstone for you...
quail, its presence heralded by its characteristic call "wet-my-lips" has just spoken for me!
I remember your
picture, the last time
I saw you, you were
standing on that red sandstone
ledge waving me off in ancient Petra
Absence makes the heart grow fonder?? So it bloody well does, and you're sooooooooooooo right... Passion DOES thrive on obstacles... seems to put the red into the serum of corpuscles somehow... Love this "forget all the emotional ins-and-outs, lets make with the brute force of it all"-kinda thing... What we can certainly all do with now and again... and again... and again! Hit me Baby! So says, Britney, bless her... :)) Positively drooling here, by association. Wishing you sand on your bloodstone, grist to your mill TY Kate xx
A young technician mourns his lover until he meets another man - a man with a secret. But there are other secrets as a jealous ghost returns to protect his turf.
Just a simple gathering of the Gay & Lesbian Activist Association of New Birch and Sipsboror (GLAABS) and we plunge down a hilarious ride to perdition.
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Becca
picture, the last time
I saw you, you were
standing on that red sandstone
ledge waving me off in ancient Petra
Absence makes the heart grow fonder?? So it bloody well does, and you're sooooooooooooo right... Passion DOES thrive on obstacles... seems to put the red into the serum of corpuscles somehow... Love this "forget all the emotional ins-and-outs, lets make with the brute force of it all"-kinda thing... What we can certainly all do with now and again... and again... and again! Hit me Baby! So says, Britney, bless her... :)) Positively drooling here, by association. Wishing you sand on your bloodstone, grist to your mill TY Kate xx