I am awoken every morning at 07:28:12 by Prokofiev's Dance of the Knights booming darkly across my wood-lined bedroom from an antique phonograph the size of a small elephant. The great bay windows are flung open and the ornate duvet thrown back to expose my smooth, moisturised body. My cock*, worn down brown like the head of a walking cane, springs up splendidly erect and twitches in the breeze until its needs are assiduously taken care of by the busty chambermaid recruited specifically for the purpose. Everything is timed perfectly to climax at precisely 7.30am. The trumpets blare and fade and I lie there in silence as I wilt, my ardour cooling in step with my expunged bodily fluids.
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10loves10
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- Thursday, Jan. 03, 2008 @ 20:56:41
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mistertramp
- Friday, Jan. 04, 2008 @ 13:04:11
*Actual appearance may differ from advertisement. May contain nuts. No artifical colours or preservatives. Suitable for vegetarians.
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Sounds yum yum. Now show us a pictogram and I may even be persuaded to swallow some of that good wholesome stuff.
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mistertramp
- Friday, Jan. 04, 2008 @ 20:03:38
I'm afraid you may not, young lady. Surely as a good catholic girl you should know the dangers of graven images?
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*Looks around*
Oh for a minute there I thought you were talking to someone else...must have been the 'good catholic girl' bit that threw me. Now that's cleared up...go on, go on, go on, don't be coy it doesn't become you.
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mistertramp
- Friday, Jan. 04, 2008 @ 23:45:51
And here was me thinking coy wasn't part of your vocabulary... still, nobody likes a wallflower, not even Mister Tramp, and he's seen a lot of walls.
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In response to your last comment which you’ve deleted:
Sincerely saddened to hear that friend, but one must trudge on no matter how many skies have fallen. (Or ceilings in your case.)
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mistertramp
- Sunday, Jan. 06, 2008 @ 18:31:08
Tell that to Chicken Licken...
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Tis not your elbows I wish to see now, tis your cock!