Awaiting Your Response Exhibitionist & Voyeur
I'm looking at you, and I'm growing with anticipation. Pique your interest.Well, sir, I'm a woman and I can clearly see that you are all man! If you have any more packages to put on my counter, I'd love to take one home and unwrap it with my teeth!
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You come in to my drugstore several times a week, if I'm lucky. Forceful. Feel your nipples get hard and as my lips kiss yours and our tongues and arms and legs entwine.
Your words tantalize me and lure me to your door. What do you know? I do look at you from behind the candy aisle. The circulation of our fluids, the blending, uniting, would drench my folds and gloss my lips, coat my nipples, glaze my body if I had the chance to hold you. The highest peak on that side of the ring of peaks guarding the sanctuary of your temple I long to kneel before to worship. You won't need my Saver's Card. I long for your touch and I long to touch you as well.
DEAR Awaiting:
Either way, I wish I could say something other than "Do you have a ValueSaver's card?" You always leave me quite speechless. Your hardness. I'd like to cash it in for all its worth.
. I could lick you up off the floor and drink you. The defined head. Whether you'd be too big. Whether you'd be too big. If you're too big (I wouldn't be surprised if you are by the way you look to me) I would please you in every way I could manage to think of. It is then that you will feel my softness, my hairiness and smoothness, my hardness, my length and girth. I could lick you up off the floor and drink you. It is then that you will feel my softness, my hairiness and smoothness, my hardness, my length and girth. To know that the next time I come in we will have made this connection, as remote as it seems.
Dear AWAITING
If only my eyes could look right through you, I'd be empowered with the ability to see through your khakis at what I can only imagine by the brief studies of the outline of your cock that I get at the store. Your softness. I will take you gently at first and show you love and tenderness.
Your words tantalize me and lure me to your door. Biting my tongue. I won't need a carriage or plastic or paper sack. You see me but you're not looking at me.
I long for you to seduce all of my love energies from every pore inside and out and do with them what you will. Cut or circumcised. You've found me on CL. Your smoothness. Feeling the way the flesh gives then doesn't and knowing the thickness is no comparison to what I'd feel if it were you. Your eyes look right through me. I honestly don't want to embarrass you. I apologize sincerely for embarrassing you. It pleases me and arouses me so much to know that I have. Your brown hair and brown eyes and perfect olive skin seems to ooze right through the air right into my pores. I'd like to play together to reach the perfect combination. Your eyes look right through me. What do you know? I do look at you from behind the candy aisle. Gentle. I'm dripping with excitement thinking, anticipating. Feel your nipples get hard and as my lips kiss yours and our tongues and arms and legs entwine. There will be infinite ways to creatively use our bodies to adorn one another's senses with each other's scents and touches. Its weight and heft. I honestly don't want to embarrass you. You get so close to the counter that it seems to just slide up there as if it were a package you were delivering to me rather than something you were waiting to cash out on. Pique your interest. The circulation of our fluids, the blending, uniting, would drench my folds and gloss my lips, coat my nipples, glaze my body if I had the chance to hold you. I won't need a carriage or plastic or paper sack. Your eyes look right through me.
Well, sir, I'm a woman and I can clearly see that you are all man! If you have any more packages to put on my counter, I'd love to take one home and unwrap it with my teeth!
I will hand to you the power to please me in any way you see fit, which I believe will be perfect for there could be no other way in the universe for two who so long to be together, could there?
Why don't you say something to me? I'm darker skinned than you are so maybe that makes you think I wouldn't be interested. I will kiss you from your head and lips to your neck and breasts, careful to not tickle you but simply and thoroughly arouse you to a mountainous peak like that of Hardeol or India's 'Temple of God' - one of the major peaks of the Kumaon Himalayas. If you're too big (I wouldn't be surprised if you are by the way you look to me) I would please you in every way I could manage to think of. You see me but you're not looking at me. Is that a vein I can see through your pants? I imagine it is. Biting my tongue. DEAR Awaiting:
Either way, I wish I could say something other than "Do you have a ValueSaver's card?" You always leave me quite speechless. Its weight and heft. I long to see you, touch you, feel you, taste you, hold you, embrace you, by every part of me, feel you against me, inside me and to be inside you, together, as one. Feel your nipples get hard and as my lips kiss yours and our tongues and arms and legs entwine. Wishing it was something else fleshy between my teeth. Whether you're hairy, short or long or smooth. I long for your touch and I long to touch you as well. when I'm approaching. You won't need my Saver's Card. I know you are large enough to overflow my two small hands. Vetiver? ... I long to feel your lovely skin. Whether you're hairy, short or long or smooth. I adjust myself when I get out of the car. Feeling the way the flesh gives then doesn't and knowing the thickness is no comparison to what I'd feel if it were you. I'm looking at you, and I'm growing with anticipation. There will be infinite ways to creatively use our bodies to adorn one another's senses with each other's scents and touches. I apologize sincerely for embarrassing you. You get so close to the counter that it seems to just slide up there as if it were a package you were delivering to me rather than something you were waiting to cash out on.
Your words tantalize me and lure me to your door. You've found me on CL. Sometimes when you're not with a customer, I know you're watching me come to you even if it's peripherally. I will kiss you from your head and lips to your neck and breasts, careful to not tickle you but simply and thoroughly arouse you to a mountainous peak like that of Hardeol or India's 'Temple of God' - one of the major peaks of the Kumaon Himalayas. Just follow me home to my bed and we can open that package straight away.
Missed Your Connection W4M
Missed Your Connection W4M
Please ring me up. I watch the way you bite your tongue and I yearn to taste the lips you bite as well. You get so close to the counter that it seems to just slide up there as if it were a package you were delivering to me rather than something you were waiting to cash out on. Wishing it was something else fleshy between my teeth. It is then that you will feel my softness, my hairiness and smoothness, my hardness, my length and girth.
IF ONLY:
You come in to my drugstore several times a week, if I'm lucky. I will kiss you from your head and lips to your neck and breasts, careful to not tickle you but simply and thoroughly arouse you to a mountainous peak like that of Hardeol or India's 'Temple of God' - one of the major peaks of the Kumaon Himalayas. Is that a vein I can see through your pants? I imagine it is. What I want to know is whether I could handle you in other ways.
If only my eyes could look right through you, I'd be empowered with the ability to see through your khakis at what I can only imagine by the brief studies of http://www.trannycam.me the outline of your cock that I get at the store. Your softness. Jumping off I'm engulfed in a rush so powerful I will be forever grateful for this chance to meet. Not so that I'm not noticed, but so you'll notice me. You get in line, if there is one, and when you get up to the counter it seems you're either excited to see me or you just have a huge package. You won't need my Saver's Card. Just follow me home to my bed and we can open that package straight away.
I long for you to seduce all of my love energies from every pore inside and out and do with them what you will. I watch the way you bite your tongue and I yearn to taste the lips you bite as well. Your brown hair and brown eyes and perfect olive skin seems to ooze right through the air right into my pores. Cut or circumcised. The highest peak on that side of the ring of peaks guarding the sanctuary of your temple I long to kneel before to worship. I dream at night of the way it would feel in my hands. I apologize sincerely for embarrassing you.
It is me. Your smoothness. I'm dripping with excitement thinking, anticipating. What do you know? I do look at you from behind the candy aisle. You see me but you're not looking at me. Your softness. Entice you. It pleases me and arouses me so much to know that I have. Entice you. I long to see you, touch you, feel you, taste you, hold you, embrace you, by every part of me, feel you against me, inside me and to be inside you, together, as one. Cut or circumcised. Your smoothness. Feeling the way the flesh gives then doesn't and knowing the thickness is no comparison to what I'd feel if it were you. Sometimes when you're not with a customer, I know you're watching me come to you even if it's peripherally. I'd like to play together to reach the perfect combination. You've found me on CL. Wishing it was something else fleshy between my teeth. I breathe in your Indian spice ... Your brown hair and brown eyes and perfect olive skin seems to ooze right through the air right into my pores. The circulation of our fluids, the blending, uniting, would drench my folds and gloss my lips, coat my nipples, glaze my body if I had the chance to hold you. Jumping off I'm engulfed in a rush so powerful I will be forever grateful for this chance to meet. You get in line, if there is one, and when you get up to the counter it seems you're either excited to see me or you just have a huge package. Gentle. The defined head. The promise of your infatuation and passion arouses the most primal expectations of pleasure within the deepest parts of me. I long to see you, touch you, feel you, taste you, hold you, embrace you, by every part of me, feel you against me, inside me and to be inside you, together, as one. Only titillate you. Its weight and heft.
I long for you to seduce all of my love energies from every pore inside and out and do with them what you will. To know that the next time I come in we will have made this connection, as remote as it seems.
It is me. I long to feel your lovely skin.
IF ONLY:
DEAR Awaiting:
I take my sweet time getting to you because I can feel the arousal beginning when I pull in the parking lot. Sometimes when you're not with a customer, I know you're watching me come to you even if it's peripherally.
Missed Your Connection W4M
Dear AWAITING
Why don't you say something to me? I'm darker skinned than you are so maybe that makes you think I wouldn't be interested.
It is me. I'd like to cash it in for all its worth.
Why don't you say something to me? I'm darker skinned than you are so maybe that makes you think I wouldn't be interested. Gentle. when I'm approaching. To know that the next time I come in we will have made this connection, as remote as it seems.
IF ONLY:
I will hand to you the power to please me in any way you see fit, which I believe will be perfect for there could be no other way in the universe for two who so long to be together, could there?
You come in to my drugstore several times a week, if I'm lucky. Whether you'd be too big. Whether you're hairy, short or long or smooth. I long to feel your lovely skin. I'm looking at you, and I'm growing with anticipation. Your hardness. What I want to know is whether I could handle you in other ways. I breathe in your Indian spice ... Not so that I'm not noticed, but so you'll notice me. I adjust myself when I get out of the car. I will take you gently at first and show you love and tenderness. I know you are large enough to overflow my two small hands. Not so that I'm not noticed, but so you'll notice me. I know you are large enough to overflow my two small hands. Only titillate you. You know I'm looking. I will take you gently at first and show you love and tenderness. I watch the way you bite your tongue and I yearn to taste the lips you bite as well. If you're too big (I wouldn't be surprised if you are by the way you look to me) I would please you in every way I could manage to think of. I long for your touch and I long to touch you as well. Just follow me home to my bed and we can open that package straight away.
If only my eyes could look right through you, I'd be empowered with the ability to see through your khakis at what I can only imagine by the brief studies of the outline of your cock that I get at the store. What I want to know is whether I could handle you in other ways. The highest peak on that side of the ring of peaks guarding the sanctuary of your temple I long to kneel before to worship. Your hardness. Pique your interest. Entice you.
Please ring me up. The promise of your infatuation and passion arouses the most primal expectations of pleasure within the deepest parts of me. That is clear. You know I'm looking. I could lick you up off the floor and drink you. I won't need a carriage or plastic or paper sack.
I will hand to you the power to please me in any way you see fit, which I believe will be perfect for there could be no other way in the universe for two who so long to be together, could there?
Please ring me up. That is clear. I dream at night of the way it would feel in my hands. Forceful. I watch you while I shop but I'm not really shopping. I watch you while I shop but I'm not really shopping. I breathe in your Indian spice ... The defined head. That is clear. Biting my tongue.
Well, sir, I'm a woman and I can clearly see that you are all man! If you have any more packages to put on my counter, I'd love to take one home and unwrap it with my teeth!
Dear AWAITING
I take my sweet time getting to you because I can feel the arousal beginning when I pull in the parking lot. I watch you while I shop but I'm not really shopping. Only titillate you. You know I'm looking.
I take my sweet time getting to you because I can feel the arousal beginning when I pull in the parking lot. Vetiver? ... You get in line, if there is one, and when you get up to the counter it seems you're either excited to see me or you just have a huge package. I honestly don't want to embarrass you. The promise of your infatuation and passion arouses the most primal expectations of pleasure within the deepest parts of me. I adjust myself when I get out of the car. when I'm approaching. Jumping off I'm engulfed in a rush so powerful I will be forever grateful for this chance to meet. It pleases me and arouses me so much to know that I have. I'm dripping with excitement thinking, anticipating. I'd like to cash it in for all its worth. Vetiver? ... There will be infinite ways to creatively use our bodies to adorn one another's senses with each other's scents and touches. I dream at night of the way it would feel in my hands.
Either way, I wish I could say something other than "Do you have a ValueSaver's card?" You always leave me quite speechless. Is that a vein I can see through your pants? I imagine it is. Forceful. I'd like to play together to reach the perfect combination