What are Gilfs?
Groaning, incontinent, lice-festooned swingers? Yum. There's a catch. I'd hope their profile was a lie...
I assume it's the same apart from the G... Girls? Grannies? Gerbils? Geriatrics? It could even be Germans!
Q.E.D, it's why I never use acronyms.
My incredibly loud flatulence?
I did think it stood for Mothers I'd like to Fuck. Apart from the fact it should really be MILTF I'm not overly keen on the label. I just call em sexy feckers.
Erm...
I've got a problem in as much that I don't think I exist.
I am the anti-Descartes.
I think, therefore I am not.
However if I can invent a god (why not, many people have), can I be god of looking at and fondling breasts? I realise it is a niche market and there won't be too many hymns and psalms about me, but I'm quite happy to accept that in exchange for eternity surrounded by heavenly cleavage. I imagine it must be like being Hugh Hefner, without the dogs shitting all over the house.
Once streaked through the House of Lords and so excited the assembled throng that two of them had a stroke.
The others were all too slow.
Nah, I think you did it very well, but I do prefer subs... Lovely sandwiches.
Now bend over while I take out my evil revenge! Mwah ha ha ha! :twisted:
... in arachnophobic ecstacy. Bill Werbenuik...
Ok, now I am very frightened.
Getting back on track... I too don't get poo. (Sung to the tune of the Rocksteady Crew)
One of the things I don't get about Sub Dom and other stuff is people who engage in the 'role' 24/7 and it becomes their life... I can't get that. I know people like to indulge, but it seems excessive to run your life by those rules. In sexy situations, fair enough, but I can't imagine waking up turning over to the wife and ordering her to do things. If I tried that in normality she'd kick my arse.
Don't get me wrong. I am 'on' the vast majority of the time. I can spot a jiggling bra-free breast at 200 metres, in the fog, with a gasmask on. But I can't play a role 24/7. I need the normality to balance things out...
But I am weird, so I am probably in the minority.
I think she said it would be reciprocal. She'd lick my parcel into shape while I was busy filling her in-tray.
<<Warms hands by radiator>>
Now do you want the left one tuning first or the right one? If I'm good I may be able to pick up BBC Radio 5.
And you think this is mad? You've not read my profile then obviously.
As for the OP... I can understand it to an extent if you have a close circle of friends in any one room, however I am kind of the opposite. I feel much more comfortable with people that I know and I know Mrs R feels the same. Whether that's in the flesh or in a virtual room. I find anonymity a bit disconcerting.
I don't know who it's polite to ask first... ;-)
Besides, I haven't visted Greendale yet (Yay! Remembered!) and I'm due a good licking in the post office so I recall... :twisted:
I don't know, but do you reckon she'll let me shag both of them?
Jeez, giving men better aim would be miraculous...
;-)
That's not the first time someone has suggested a bag over the face for me! lmao!
Do I know you? You see I'm worried if I do know you, and I wear my bag (I'll draw a smiley face to make you go weak at the knees), then you may not know me, which renders the bag unnecessary, however if you do know me then the bag may well be necessary, but I could then pretend that I don't know you which, if you are bonkers, you may well believe and then think you don't know me. As such we could both know and not know each other and still, I think, resolve the breast fondling situation.
Or, you can keep your eyes closed through it all and pretend you know me, even if you don't. Or pretend you don't know me, even if you do.
Problem solved!
Oooh yes, especially if she's submissive. The more submissive the better... :twisted: :twisted:
Do you swing as often as you'd like to?
Did someone say "bigger tits?"
If you don't know me, let me know, so I don't get to know you, and then you can show me them if you like.
I think that makes sense.