We're now just over a week into 2013, and this may be the time our lofty resolutions start to bite the dust. Working out, quitting smoking, not biting your nails, drinking less -- these things can be tough. But guess what? There's one activity that accomplishes all these goals in one fell blow: boning! And if you can smoke, drink, and chomp nails while fucking? Well... we wanna see that, too.
We're sure not all babes and studs descending from south of the border uphold the reputation of being the smoothest, the sexiest, the most sensual and downright flyest lovers upon this big globe of ours -- but we can't help but entertain the fantasy. There's a mystique and prowess behind the guise of the dark and handsome lover, and we'll swoon every time.
We've all been there -- after a rollicking evening fraught with mistakes good times and randy vibes, you find yourself all partnered up and slamming into the wee hours of the morning. Score! But there's always the moment of truth, waking up wherever you may be, to daylight and a freshly ridden partner at your side. Do you run for the hills? Or get in another good boning while the boning's good? We tend to opt for the latter.
One of the greatest aspects of having a wife or a husband is not worrying about who you're going to be boning come nightfall. Why, you've got a regular love/snuggle/fuck machine that sleeps in your very own bed! How convenient. Maybe we are on board with this whole marriage thing, after all.
We love babe-flavored things: fingers, lips, mouths, toes, legs, backs, thighs... Well, the list goes on. But our fave babe-flavor is that of fresh pussy. And what better way to sample this delicacy than by having a whole heap of babe all over your face? If you just can't get enough, well, this one's for you.
As the sun sets over the horizon, before darkness cloaks all in obscurity and vice, there are a couple golden hours that bridge the gap between day and night. But what is there to do with this betwixting time? May as well bone, as far as we're concerned. And it looks like we're not alone!
Oh, 'tis a beautiful place, under a babe. It's right up there with lounging on the beach, picnicking upon a flower-strewn field, riding in a fast car. But we'd venture to say these other situations find neither babe nor dude nor anything in between feeling so goshdarn lovely as when riding a big, hard cock. Cowgirling, reverse cowgirling, standing up, sitting down: either way you play it, being beneath a babe-on-top is a place we want to be.
Whether Bentley, Honda, SUV or jalopy, our cars are little rolling adventure domes where the sky's road's the limit. They can take us across county, state, and international borders -- so why not have them take us to orgasm-town on the way? There ain't nothin' wrong with the scenic route.
Ah, the mythical blonde. There is much lore surrounding these flaxen-headed creatures: do they truly have more fun? Are they really "dumber" than their brunette and ginger-topped brothers and sisters? Do they lead lives of augmented glamour and charm? We can't speak conclusively on the truth of these fables, unfortunately. But one thing we do know? We can fuck the shit out of them regardless.
You're supposed to be pure as the driven snow, fresh as a dew-dropped Lily of the Valley, all immaculate innocence embodied in the fleshly form of a babe. Well, though you may not let any prospective suitors beyond the confines of your clandestine dirty flower, that doesn't mean you can't sully things a bit yourself with your own pure little fingers. Hey, that's fair game.
Thanksgiving is just around the corner! And before you go blaming the dog for the missing carrot caper or the displaced dill pickle disaster, maybe check to make sure none of your guests have absconded with said produce to have their way with it. Hey, it's a time to voice appreciation for all our blessings -- and we're thankful there's a bunch of stuff around we can fuck.
Ah, handies. A good old handjob may very well have been the gateway drug for many of us pervs when stepping through the threshold of all slutdom. They're like dipping your toes into just the edge of the lust-pond, a little dalliance before eventually leaping in via cannonball or graceful dive. Yes, with HJs chastity and virginity are maintained! Innocence and virtue? Not so much. But that's the way we like it.
Oh, you are some dirty, dirty sluts out there. Now, without delving into oft confounding sentiments on the sanctity of matrimony and monogamy at large, we've just got to be honest with ourselves and say we love us some bangin' sluts. Though we may try to hear, speak, and see no evil, uh... that doesn't mean we won't masturbate to it.
Flossing your teeth, making dinner, going to work... Oh, obligations that aren't having sex, how many you are. And though these types of occupations may not be the most exciting, we're often required to perform them. But that doesn't mean that between important meetings and bar trivia you can't get in a quick bang all the while.
Hopefully everyone was up and at it this morning, heading off to the polls to cast their vote. But amidst the clamor of performing civic duty, we mustn't forget our very important poles (too much?). Well, we believe that even on a day as momentous as today, there's still plenty of time to squeeze in a little sunrise lovin'.
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