rimaldo
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why thank you. i didn't think it was that good.kinell just came across this!!
why thank you. i didn't think it was that good.kinell just came across this!!
Least you got one.I dont like mine, do it again
Least you got one.
Shouldn't that be "troubled seoul"?ji sung park – born in korea in the 1980’s, ji was a troubled soul.
Shouldn't that be "troubled seoul"?
giggsysgirl – born in cardiff in the early 1970’s, ryan always felt he was born in the wrong body. wiry, hairy with curly, pube like locks, giggsysgirl hated her man like appearance and wang. although a wing wizard, tormenting her pals as she ran rings round them in the park all day, giggsysgirl longed for the day she could be a real woman in front of her chums and swan around in flowing dresses, high heels and just be herself, the person she felt she was born to be. at weekends she’d sneak into her mum’s bedroom and try on each of her dresses and makeup whilst tucking her wang between her legs and pushing her moobs together with her hands, caressing her figure, just longing for child bearing hips and a substantial cleavage. the sordid double life of ryan. by day a man’s man, playing football and drinking beers. by night, a cross dressing lunatic who harboured a deep desire to be the woman he felt he was born to be. giggsysgirl, cross dressing dribbler.
i'll see what i can do. since it's you.i want another one, rimmo.
greedyi want another one, rimmo.
i thought i'd already done you. so to speak. in fact i'm convinced of it. i either wrote it up and posted it or thought about it in my brain and decided i had done it already. rather than trawl back through the pages we have two choices. you can either acknowledge that i wrote one for you or i can think of something and make one nowIts a fecking disgrace that you haven't made one for me yet, rimaldo.
Me, probably you longest and closest (geographically) internet friend.
ok. i'll have a think and jot one down.I personally prefer the latter.
Yeah, me n all.i want another one, rimmo.
Outstanding. You really should write some romance novels. i reckon you could make women orgasm just with your flow of words and artistic wordplay. Loved the local references also. Only a local would know Palmer Park is Readings finest dogging spot.1871_biscuit - born in the middle of the victorian period in gloomy reading, biscuit had a taste for the finer things in life. exoctic herbs, spices and teas, shipped in from the colonies. a dapper gent and all round nice guy as he swanned around palmer park in the late evening for his daily stroll, as is his want. it was the park that concealed his filthy secret. biscuit liked nothing more to be tea bagged by passersby. he'd crouch behind one of the trees next to the train line and wait with his mouth open and eyes shut periodically shouting "i say, i say! come hither and place ones balls in my mouth!". one by one the old people of reading queued to dip their nuts. biscuit felt alive. for months and months this practice continued until one day biscuit just didn't get the same buzz from it. he decided a good old fashioned tea bagging just wasn't enough to fulfil his dark soul and cravings of the flesh. he thought for ages about the art of tea bagging and what normally accompanied tea. then bingo. tea and a biscuit. the late night returns to palmer park continued as usual but this time with a difference, "i say, i say! come hither and place ones balls in my mouth then pinch a biscuit off in there for good measure sir!" and did they. the old wrinkly, prune like sacks would dip up and down as usual and after a quick tap on the buttocks from young biscuit they’d slide forward a couple of inches and curl one out into the waiting mouth of the old crumbly man where he’d gasp with delight as it hit his tongue and he’d dip it in and out of his oral cavity. just like a biscuit in a cup of tea. 1871_biscuit. old man fond of tea bagging and biscuits.
well it's bound to go better than any of my attempts to make them orgasm in the sack. i did one originally that had many references to the fine town that is reading but decided it might only make sense to you so changed it a bit.Outstanding. You really should write some romance novels. i reckon you could make a women orgasm just with your flow of words and artistic wordplay. Loved the local references also. Only a local would know Palmer Park is Readings finest dogging spot.
there weren't too many extra references. one about the time you were once found being humped along from outside punjab silk stores up to mr. cod. in an effort to get £1.25 for a portion of chips.ar, should have kept them in rimmy. Who cares if these feckers don't understand our colloquial language and our points of reference.
depends what for. i've got a spare 5 minutes but alas, no prophylactics.Do I dare ask....?
Well, I was gonna ask for a poster origin to be written for me, but now you've got me intrigued...depends what for. i've got a spare 5 minutes but alas, no prophylactics.
not quite resident no but only lived about 10-15 minute drive away from cemetery junction for nigh on 23 years of my existence and go to the oracle that way past royal berks every time i go shopping there. i was also born in royal berks. some say even conceived behind the bins of the burns ward as the fetid stench of burnt flesh filled the air.fecking hell!!
Should have kept that bit in. That bits quality.
You seem to know that area of Reading very well, former resident?
Quite a few caftards claim to have lived in that part of town.
oh yeah. i think i'm about to be laid. i told you it would happen one day mum. you never believed in me.Well, I was gonna ask for a poster origin to be written for me, but now you've got me intrigued...
haha. you would pass me as any ordinary person if we'd met previously. unless you'd encountered me by night of course.Jesus. I might have met you at some points. That is a chilling thought.....
23.. i could have sworn you are only 23ish now?
mrsgiggs - latin for "love struck teenager" for the majority of her teenage years mrsgiggs shut herself away in her bedroom and frigged herself senseless whilst gazing at the many posters of a welsh footballer that adorned her wall. she'd watch any match he was playing in avidly with her father, secretly concealing her wetness and lust for the twinkled toed valley dweller. every time he got on the ball she'd let out a squeal of delight and as regular as clockwork she'd go and give herself a good seeing to at half time. just dreaming about the dragon flagged magician. she’d bring herself to climax over and over again wishing the hairy taff was laying next to her, fulfilling her every sordid whim. as she grew older her attraction to him grew. she became a recluse and would spend most of her days shut away with her posters and mementos. as his career came towards it’s twilight years she was totally head over heels in love with him and thought about nothing and no one else. her longing to be with him consumed her. one day, she thought to herself, one day he’ll be mine. her dad had grown tired with her constant bedroom dwelling antics and he knew she was up here pleasuring herself for most of the day as the paper thin walls didn’t conceal her wet strumming and horny moans. he stormed up the stairs and banged so loudly on the door it’s hinges nearly gave way under the force. he bellowed “for feck sake, stop frigging yourself senseless to those fecking john hartson posters. get out there and get a real life and stop lusting over that ginger welshman” mrsgiggs has yet to leave her bedroom. mrsgiggs. love struck teenager, lusting over a ginger welshman.
I suppose so. I guess wearing trousers does somewhat hide your loose anal sphincter.haha. you would pass me as any ordinary person if we'd met previously. unless you'd encountered me by night of course.
but... but... i thought you lived in Maidenhead..??yes i am 23 indeed. i am now only 20-25 minutes away from cemetery junction as of the last 6 months.
See that could go straight in the book.mrsgiggs - latin for "love struck teenager" for the majority of her teenage years mrsgiggs shut herself away in her bedroom and frigged herself senseless whilst gazing at the many posters of a welsh footballer that adorned her wall. she'd watch any match he was playing in avidly with her father, secretly concealing her wetness and lust for the twinkled toed valley dweller. every time he got on the ball she'd let out a squeal of delight and as regular as clockwork she'd go and give herself a good seeing to at half time. just dreaming about the dragon flagged magician. she’d bring herself to climax over and over again wishing the hairy taff was laying next to her, fulfilling her every sordid whim. as she grew older her attraction to him grew. she became a recluse and would spend most of her days shut away with her posters and mementos. as his career came towards it’s twilight years she was totally head over heels in love with him and thought about nothing and no one else. her longing to be with him consumed her. one day, she thought to herself, one day he’ll be mine. her dad had grown tired with her constant bedroom dwelling antics and he knew she was up here pleasuring herself for most of the day as the paper thin walls didn’t conceal her wet strumming and horny moans. he stormed up the stairs and banged so loudly on the door it’s hinges nearly gave way under the force. he bellowed “for feck sake, stop frigging yourself senseless to those fecking john hartson posters. get out there and get a real life and stop lusting over that ginger welshman” mrsgiggs has yet to leave her bedroom. mrsgiggs. love struck teenager, lusting over a ginger welshman.
I suppose so. I guess wearing trousers does somewhat hide your loose anal sphincter.
I always pictured you to be medium height, medium build with a musky skin colour, possibly of Spanish decent with dark brown half arsed styled hair. Maybe just a touch of brylcreem.
near maidenhead. just 20 mins along the a4 to reading. i could be at your house within the hour.but... but... i thought you lived in Maidenhead..??
Ha. I was pretty close then.. scary..i am 6 foot 1, 13 and a half stone, slightly tanned in appearance, brown hair that's medium to longish, never normally brylcreamed. i have blue eyes and my favourite colour is red.
near maidenhead. just 20 mins along the a4 to reading. i could be at your house within the hour.