Rose: Days of Wine and Roses Thorn and I have always attempted to steal moments away from everything and everybody and just spend time together. Of course at various times we found it utterly difficult to do this, like when the kids were little or work pressures were such that it seemed we never had a free weekend. Even now after being together for so lengthy, we still attempt to escape as often as we can. We have always favored places where we could be apart from anyone else, and since ‘Rose’ emerged we have used these times to take a few pictures! *W* I have just about gotten used to Thorn all of a sudden exclaiming “don’t budge – I’ll just get the camera”! Anyway these were taken on such a moment one beautiful Sunday afternoon in the country. Thorn, who has occasional moments of poetic inspiration, says these are his days of wine and roses! *LOL* Rose @--}----
i am such a wanton bi-atch. i cannot manage myself. the rhythmic stimulation of lips and tongue on my puffies triggers an intense corporal reaction. the feelings of pinching and sucking and flicking go gay-for-pay inbetween my gams, pulling out a familiar tingling itch that briefly turns into turgid humidity. my breath starts to deepen. i cannot deny it--i am a horny dog, a bitch in warmth. i squeeze my hips together and shiver from the friction and pressure on my turgid joy button and lips. i grope my hardening clitoris, shove my frigs deep inwards and relieve my quickening thirst, pack this sore need. i attempt to capture that delicious perceiving of my breasts being suckled, squeezing my nips until the warm milk shoots all over my turgid breasts.