I have been out of the country the last few weeks but I am now back and eager to see old friends as well as make new ones. Always open between 11 a.m. and 8 p.m., out of those hrs is by appointment only.
Drive safe as the roads are tricky with all this snow. I have a nice warm fireplace to cuddle up to in a cozy atmosphere. Brandi 250 371 0947
The last sever with her crushed you a lot. You felt as if the sky was falling down.
She was gorgeous, but the episode was undesirable. When you were intimate, you lost your pace; you became a bit irritable and disgruntled so you left the room right away. Your ultimate fulfillment stood far from you. Disdained disillusionment elevated your apathy for another event. Your friends teased you. Their comments on virility echoed in some corners, you grinned, yet kept silence. There were moments when you doubted yourself.
Then the Diva in me discovered your depth, turning the pleasure into a storm, waking up senses, pampering them to stimulate your vigor again.
You rejoiced while slithering across your wilder side. This ravishing devotee of divine sensuality has awakened your youth; your veins will turn warm as the blood pumps across your body, turning you mad and storming.
Your complete surrender turns your fantasy into a succulent opportunity of reminiscence. You will linger for another event to make merry in the peak of pleasure. You need it for eternity a vow to bring the day and those fantasies in your mind into reality.
Never wait! The time to knock at the door is now.
Just walk in and surrender to me.
The celebration of pleasure is still in you.
Explore!!!
The lost moments will never return.
The wind was blowing heavily. The leaves and branches started falling down. The lightning frightened one and all. Closing the door people took asylum in the inn. A beautiful waitress has thrown an eye on you and smiled. You instantly liked her. Her rosy nose and ponytail knot hair were attractive.
The dying day has given way to the dusk. That night after closing the door you mate in the room behind the bar.
For the first time you turned hurricane and beyond, the man in you woke up. Then she lost her warmth, making you fall from the heaven. Crestfallen you walked away being dissatisfied. Your faith in women was lost and an ideal partner in you turned mutinous.
Now when your friends walk with female companions, you sit alone counting the waves at the shore. Then you met me in the beach, while basking in the sunlight. We talked, we laughed and I hosted you in my home for just a night.
The man in you woke up again, your aflame eyes shone like the Venus. The blood flow in your veins turned faster. Your throbbing heart I heard in your breath. It was warm and noisy. For the first time your senses celebrated. You feel the spring arriving again. The lust in you has splashed across the walks like giant waves.
Today, you enumerate every moment you were with me ruminating the high tide of pleasure you enjoyed.
You are still young! Celebrate your youth before it fades away.
Every moment is precious in life!
The twilight is at your doorstep and so is the piercing cold. The coal bonfire may be comforting, but the warmth of a woman touching your senses waking up your covetousness, making it rise like the high tide is the decisive pleasure you need to savor.
Once you met her with a pledge and tried, but stripped yourself by anticipating a lot. Before you attained your high it was wrecked in the turbulence that concealed your happiness. You walked away like a wounded snake. The heat and the aggravation never left you to reconcile. The man in you constantly accused you of being less and inept. You felt deficient. A form of cold weather hailed in your life and masked you.
It was your call to me that altered everything. That night you felt as a spring and you never sought to go. Your sense organs had a form of true fulfillment. You lavished in my lap and every craving you had was met that night. You still ponder that night in memories of the moment you were with me.
This ravishing devotee is still a call away, where I can surmount and completely submit. The day of fantasy you can still keep in your luscious reminiscence and never abandon all hopes.
The youth is a spring, why hesitate?
Just celebrate!
Brandi 250 371 0947
A Day at the Races
Horses in the race:
Passionate Lady
Clean Sheets
Bare Belly
Thighs
Silk Panties
Big Johnson
Conscience
Heavy Bosom
Jockey Shorts
Merry Cherry
At the Post…
They’re off! Conscience is left behind at the post. Jockey Shorts and Silk Panties are off in a hurry. Heavy Bosom is being pressured. Passionate Lady is caught between Thighs and Big Johnson in a very tight spot.
At the Halfway Mark…
It’s Bare Belly on top. Thighs opens up and Big Johnson is pressed in. Heavy Bosom is being pushed hard against Clean Sheets. Passionate Lady and Thighs are working hard on Bare Belly. Bare Belly is under terrific pressure from Big Johnson.
At the Stretch…
Merry Cherry cracks under the strain. Big Johnson is making a final drive. Passionate Lady is coming.
At the Finish…
It’s Big Johnson giving everything he’s got and Passionate Lady takes everything Big Johnson has to offer. It looks like a dead heat but Big Johnson squirts through and wins by a head. Heavy Bosom weakens and Thighs pull up.
Clean Sheets never had a chance…
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After having failed his exam in “Logistics and Organization”, a student goes and confronts his lecturer about it.
Student: “Sir, do you really understand anything about the subject?”
Professor: “Surely I must. Otherwise I would not be a professor!”
Student: “Great, well then I would like to ask you a question.
If you can give me the correct answer, I will accept my mark as is and go. If you however do not know the answer, I want you give me an “A” for the exam. ”
Professor: “Okay, it’s a deal. So what is the question?”
Student: “What is legal, but not logical, logical, but not legal, and neither logical, nor legal?”
Even after some long and hard consideration, the professor cannot give the student an answer, and therefore changes his exam mark into an “A”, as agreed.
Afterwards, the professor calls on his best student and asks him the same question.
He immediately answers: “Sir, you are 63 years old and married to a 35 year old woman, which is legal, but not logical. Your wife has a 25 year old lover, which is logical, but not legal. The fact that you have given your wife’s lover an “A”, although he really should have failed, is neither legal, nor logical.”
The rhyme in your life was imbalanced once.
For the first time in your life, you tasted the other side of hunger and lust. Left un-quenched you were left behind; everything turned into a disgruntled experience.
Now, you are in the peak of your life.
Many things in your life knock at your door only once.
I rise in your dreams, promising a day when your dreams shall turn into a colorful, memorable experience.
The rare creature in me sails you through the seven oceans as a sensual rainbow glisten in the horizon of wider waves and lust. The wind blows into your memories a fragrance of pleasure and brings with it the rhythm of footsteps of dances that dazzled in explicit memories.
This moment of ultimate sensual pleasure you need to preserve. It is the first ever in your life and may the last of your life.
I wake you up into a higher life. Everything in your heart vibrates in a rhythm that wakes up lust and pleasure in this ravishing devotee of a divine sensuality.
Commit fully to my waking you up with a soporific spring in your veins. They slowly warm up and get hotter.
The beat of your heart resembles a dream. The breath turns to a storm and the man in you turns to a cave man.
Wilder, wilder and un-quenched lust easily subsides from its peak. Now, nothing left just this Diva. You will ruminate every moment with me forever.
Time is not to sit and think. Just sail.
Time and tide never wait.
In a moment’s time, you were awakened. You are not a clay model. The blood in your body is a live brook of warm spring. Your youth is celebrating your imaginings and lust in its high tide.
Life is not to nurture disappointments, but to rejoice with your own ideal lover.
You might not have thought that before!
Once you tried to explore your wilder side, but the cohort disenchanted you.
Ever since you’ve had a form of indifference.
Here in me you will find a wonderful partner. I’ll discover your adventurous side and the wilderness that’s real in you.
The waves are high and the storm in you is wilder.
Your lust caught in the wind unfurls a full mast.
I discover your wilderness, competency in my taste.
This Diva will enliven your fantasy and shower fabulous pleasure waking up every sense, slithering on you taking you to the helm of insurmountable delight!
Once voracious your lust easily finds an asylum to douse at last.
Alas! You’ve found where you will bury your bashfulness and unveil your true wilderness.
You float and bump up to the vital delight you’ve never sensed, sailed or explored before.
This un-explainable gratification you’ve pondered forever throughout your life.
This jiffy you’ve hidden somewhere in the corner of your heart to pamper yourself in times of loneliness.
When the fantasy becomes luscious memory why not pamper fondly?
That is the secret of life!
Lust, what else?
Vibration
The winter has a home. No plume quilt can compensate the tenderness of an idyllic partner.
All of the sanity in you wants to celebrate its fiesta in full. The cold wind is blowing the warm tide of your covetousness inside.
Once you met a spouse while sailing, with a notion to celebrate for the first time. As the surge in you was in its peak she left you in the sway, peeved you walked into the chalet.
A diva, once in your life! That was a far-flung delusion. A call to me was a decisive moment. You came and I waited.
The moon was ascending from the east far behind the hills, leisurely the tide in you soared, and I woke up your senses. They celebrated in pleasure.
A wow! from you. This un-explainable joy you relished. I woke you up, your true wilderness celebrated in delight and sprung to liberation.
Those moments still you savor. Your mind never wandered ever since.
Now, the winter arrived again. The warmness in you woke up to celebrate the moments once and ceaselessly.
You never make out when the good things bang at the door.
The hail of joy is momentous. Still they shower again and again!
Celebrate again and again.
A ravenous night had you calling me up for a frantic endeavor to satiate your lust you left behind un-satiated. Your acquaintances had so many things to brag about, you had none.
I knew your craving was candid when I met you for the first time.
You wanted to lavish your desire and you needed someone to fully appreciate you and respond.
I did!
The towering exhilaration of yours was like high tide, it inundated every precinct of bashfulness, and you were storming.
I was cheering!
This ultimate adventure had taken you to the peak of joyous ecstasy you yearned for.
You forgot the crestfallen sensation that forced your mind to stroll to the place where you once failed to the surrendered.
You forgot the disconsolate feeling.
Finally you found a safe haven in me!
I have made you savor the nectar in lust for the first time in life.
Your gasp was deeper and I felt the warmth of your breath. Slowly you were soaring into your high.
All your senses celebrated the bliss copious for the first time, leaving an aura of dazzling memories you can spell out, then ponder pampering the moments you celebrated the festivals of lust.
Try again; every moment is precious in life!
