“I see you across a crowded room. Among all the others that are there, the lights seemed to shine down on you alone. I knew then I have to have you for my own. Willingly, you came with me to my home. From the car, I carry you through the door. Looking at you, I admire your body, your well-shaped legs and chest.
Slowly, I remove what wraps around your body so tightly, fitting you like a glove, exposing your tender white skin. From your neck I remove your charms, and carry you off in my arms, to the warm water that awaits. The water cascades down your neck, flowing over your soft breasts, then making your legs glisten with wetness. Droplets of water cover your taut skin. My handsrub your body…….running them through the beads of water, making them trickle down off your body.I place my fingers inside you. You are warm and moist, so ready.
I carry your still dripping body to a laying place, so that I can put inside you what was well prepared to enter you before we even came through the door. As soon as I lay you down your legs spread open wide. You are ready now and so am I. I put a little in, slowly at first, getting a feel for how much you can take in.
I put in more; you take it willingly. In anticipation, faster and faster I put it in, pushing it deeply as far as I can, until I can’t put any more in! You are so tight. With your legs wrapped tightly, not wanting to release any of it, I make you hot for a very long time, until your sweet juices escape from within. Then I taste you, with my tongue at first; your skin is so soft and tender.
I taste more of you with my mouth, you are so hot and moist, you taste so good. Your juices coating my mouth, making me drool in anticipation of eating you more, with every taste. “Oh yes”, I say to you, “Thank goodness for Butterball turkey.”"
pcolli over 11 years ago
I’m thankful that we don’t have this tradition.
Coyoty Premium Member over 11 years ago
I’m thankful for all the feral cats that’ll be going for the leftovers that will be thrown away. And for the leftovers.
danlarios over 11 years ago
I am tankfull for gas
Sisyphos over 11 years ago
You can have the blood pudding, Nosferatu! I’ll stick to turkey and fixings for Thanksgiving and be thankful for all good things.
KSquaredComics over 11 years ago
And I’m thankful for Eek! Thanks for the chuckles!
el8 over 11 years ago
I’m thankful for runar’s thanksgiving erotica:
“I see you across a crowded room. Among all the others that are there, the lights seemed to shine down on you alone. I knew then I have to have you for my own. Willingly, you came with me to my home. From the car, I carry you through the door. Looking at you, I admire your body, your well-shaped legs and chest.
Slowly, I remove what wraps around your body so tightly, fitting you like a glove, exposing your tender white skin. From your neck I remove your charms, and carry you off in my arms, to the warm water that awaits. The water cascades down your neck, flowing over your soft breasts, then making your legs glisten with wetness. Droplets of water cover your taut skin. My handsrub your body…….running them through the beads of water, making them trickle down off your body.I place my fingers inside you. You are warm and moist, so ready.
I carry your still dripping body to a laying place, so that I can put inside you what was well prepared to enter you before we even came through the door. As soon as I lay you down your legs spread open wide. You are ready now and so am I. I put a little in, slowly at first, getting a feel for how much you can take in.
I put in more; you take it willingly. In anticipation, faster and faster I put it in, pushing it deeply as far as I can, until I can’t put any more in! You are so tight. With your legs wrapped tightly, not wanting to release any of it, I make you hot for a very long time, until your sweet juices escape from within. Then I taste you, with my tongue at first; your skin is so soft and tender.
I taste more of you with my mouth, you are so hot and moist, you taste so good. Your juices coating my mouth, making me drool in anticipation of eating you more, with every taste. “Oh yes”, I say to you, “Thank goodness for Butterball turkey.”"