Fetching Fridays
Now there's a knockout...
In more ways than one...
I just wanna trace that tatoo with my tongue--slide it up those milk thighs, gently easing them apart-- I want friction and silk and a taste of those red lips.
Joe.
posted by Amaranthine @ 10:42 pm
11 comments
11 Comments:
Wow I love your language, tis so ... erotic
dude watch out what u say @ my sister. BTW i hope 4 ur sake that u asked her be4 puttin her pic up. ur mental pics r discusting.
B.I.
who is that, joe? she's purrrrty :)
disgusting?
someone said joe's mental pictures are disgusting?
are they really?
i think they're beautifully unnerving.
yah they r when they there r mental pics of your sister!!
B.I.
ha, my poor brother.
Joe, you almost managed to make me blush.heh
haha! go for it Joe.
tell me how it goes.
score
deep.
Hmm, typical Joe, he makes the girl blush and the brother mad ...
I have a few comments myself:
1) You can't make that chick blush even if you tried, I try a few times a year with no success.
2)Dear Joe, maybe you should try a little harder to try less hard.
3)Your language "of amor", as it was described, is more like the mating call of a circus bunny. Again, stop trying so hard to be so poetic and intense.
The only thing I can agree with you on is that that girl is a knockout!
Oh, by the way. Your album sucks! Just thought I'd inform you of what everyone, from the U.S. to Paris, says about it...
Sorry that you feel that way, mate.
US to Paris knows about me. YOU, however, are making anonymous comments on MY blog.
Love, Joe.
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