Laibthew K. Labiansberger
November 12, 2007
If only they were blankets. I'd wrap myself up like an acorn in
pancakes. During lovemaking, I like to plunge my 747 into
thick, puffy clouds -- or sometimes, envelop it, like a gentle bald
head warmed by the satin touches of a delicately wrapped turban.
Upon my first discovery of elongated labia, I was a fly,
helplessly drawn to sweet nectar waiting within. And now, I
remain an impatient flame awaiting smothering delight.
Labially yrz,
Laibthew Kermit Labiansberger, L.L.B.A.
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