becki

OMG..... KY JELLY GIRL TOO!!!! HOTT!!!!

hee hee hee

"Happiness is like a butterfly.
The more you chase it, the more it will elude you.
But if you turn your attention to other things,
it comes and softly sits on your shoulder."

I've come to sit on UR shoulder...... hope u don't mind?????

XOXO ~ PiNkFuCkEr


ohhhh and here have a WARM FUZZY!!!!!!

Just want to say Hi and let u know u are on my mind today....
Hope ur day goes GREAT and everything is just FUCKIN GRADE A DANDY!!!! lol


xOxO ~ PiNkY :maio:

youre always loved whn you have good friends ^_^

You see, that is exactly what frightens me the most. The fact that women love to be loved but not wanting to be tied down. Damn that just doesn't make me feel any better about my situation. Darn it Becki!!!! Thanks a whole bunch lol. Ok i was mostly joking. but that fact still doesn't make me feel too good. You take care and have an awesome week!

Sincerely, Ron.

i used to live in Florida...i will always miss it...i was doodling the word "Florida" all over everything for a really long time...

dolphins

i attempted to make a doll of you from your
ocean set......here is the result

Oh my, thats too funny

Ewww

Still as steamy as the afternoon was the hot night air. The day once blue like the sea on a nice day turned black. I yearned for him where it throbbed, in all of its wetness, in all of its swollen pinkness. I did. I wanted him so bad. I knew Master was coming as soon as I saw you, who had come to help the servants dress me this time. You zipped the PVC bodysuit, as I exhaled the last breath of air in my body. So tight, and the collar, so constraining; That made no difference now, as I was so hurriedly readied to be attended to by Master. After all, I was his favorite.

I recall the beginning of all of this; Being brought to here, cold and hungry, to this dark kingdom, this beautiful kingdom, as a gift, as a princess. Only my transparent blond locks of hair and handcuffs clothed me on the way here. My naked back, my bare breasts. I had nothing. I was lifted up off the back of the horse I was brought here on, and painfully my wrists were freed as he fastened a leash to my neck, set me on the paved entrance, force- fed me wine and told me I'll crawl everywhere I am taken. I was made to crawl everywhere then.

Now I crawl obediently. I do all he asks. Now I have Him.

Then I restlessly struggled to loosen the relentless tape binding my naked parts together, as though I could. I would hold my thighs together with all of my strength, only for them to be stripped apart for Master to reveal and enter me. That was before the dungeon's torture. Before the sex on the marble statues of men. Before the hooks and the pulleys chains that would thrust me up and down on at first what I thought to only be sick decor. The countless collection of statues, erect in all his naked glory, mythically fashioned after my well-endowed master, are now as much a part of me as him. Now I welcome the tape.

He showed me his mercy by the occasional slave strapped into position there in the dungeon. The slaves only entered my body with their erection in one place at a time. And they were warm and they helped moisten me, squirting me full of them, which helped keep me ready for the statues. Most of the cold marble men were sculpted to possess two, and entered both of me without emotion; If I opened my mouth the machines would go faster, as if a reminder of my purpose, and if I cried my already-arched back would be tightened, as I was now clothed extensively in harnesses.

When you finished we lowered our bodies to the ground and she followed me at his request to the courtyard's mosaic center.

Then I felt him enter me.

He snuck up on me, and at that instant I was so fully penetrated, so fully satisfied. You crawled to my face just in time to block my moan from escaping my mouth by covering it with her's. Your dark hair intermingled with my moonlit blond locks and Master jerked my body on his while you kissed me. Our mouths were separated to drink more wine, and, by Master's slight hand movement, your three favorite male slaves rushed to penetrate us the rest of the way. Me and you took them face-to-face.

The mosaic was as symmetrical as the six of us, and at that moment seemed to be moving with our bodies, as if to mimic an ebb and flow of the ocean tides. As it began to rain the skies chilled my body; It awarded me heightened sensation with each drop. Come said Master. He had a special way of speaking to me. And my body released my energy; my sex throbbed as it tightened, gripping Master's cock as he emptied into me, all while the others kept the rhythm, all while it kept going on and on. Where I used to beg him to stop at this point my body was accustomed to keep taking it. I had taken it harder than this. This was easy. I had taken it so much harder than this.

He told the rest of you what he had just told me, and then he took you and I away from the others, and gave you to a slave. You were sent to the dungeon because I moaned? I wondered if Master would go get you later, as he had before.

Hi Becki!!! It's me!!! Do you have Ashley's phone number? I lost it like a bad girl. Can you come over and bring it to me?

Are you still alive?I have not gotten a message from you for some time now and I am begining to worry.

I love your poem, I can visualize it, when you spend as many nights out in the open as I do it is so easy to get lost in this poem of yours, keep them coming. There's a little secluded beach in Puerto Rico, Northwest side by a little town called Isabela, you will find the type of privacy you seek next time you want to shoot at a beach, plus the surfing is more than alright, go in the winter!!

Being married and coming home to some one who loves you would be great We should do that some time!Plus the best part is mugging people,its easy with two people one kneels down behind the victem while the other pushes the victem over! I am telling you there is so much married people have to enjoy!

I'm glad you're having such a good time. I wanna see pictures of Webster!

Remy

Howdy!
How are you? I missed you last week...We saw Dru...but not you...

Hello My Friend

Just back from a month away from the old
Profile, Bookmark and Comment World.

Truly I missed it. There can be huge misses
on line, but when you compare it to trying to
make sense of what people are saying in the
street it's like the French Academy, or something.

Have I told you lately you are real pretty.
You are real pretty. I'm glad to be back
in touch with my friends, is what I'm thinking.

Drago

Sweet! So tell us all about it.

Please do'nt be mad at me I am not all that bad.Sorry for what ever I did to upset you.I hope you are ok!.....

lol, that is so funny. But yes, Playalinda is NO LONGER a nude beach. They cracked down on it several years ago. That was about the time that they outlawed thongs on the beach.

Why do people without morals try to pretend they have them and then run for political offices? bleh.

darkest hour is awesome live.

im stuck in cincinnati

where in cincinnati are you from?

hiiiiiiiiiii becki.... great, you are just great. i'll see you soon.
~Jon