Good afternoon to you all. More particularly, a good afternoon to those of you who enjoy my fine company. After the brief literary sojourn of my long-standing sexual needs with Jane, I thought it a fine notion to inform you that I am able to be contacted via a number of 'Contact' agencies. Due to the great size of my knob (you ladies would truly love it, along with my fine stamina), it seemed befitting of me to share my sexual wealth with the ladies of my choice, who of course would feel priviliged to feel my girth shafting within them. You can see my requirements and credentials on the following sites:
http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=7688878973
http://www.chelmsfordontheweb.com/Romance/default.asp
http://www.tagged.com/home.html
http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=6711875939
http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=4325167124
I will add the others a bit later. My phone has just rung and I have a client. Wish me well!
Tuesday, 8 April 2008
Sunday, 6 April 2008
My Sexual Fantasy with Blonde Whales
Hello again everyone. It's so good for you to hear from me once more, I'm sure you all agree. I have been rather busy of late; particularly exploring the importance of my family history. There are a number of rather educated people within our genetic lineage, as you'd expect (despite the witless attitude that some people have about how good I am) and, in the next week or so I am hoping to put it all on this blog. I know those of you who admire me will congragulate me for it.
Leaving that aside for the time being, I was wanting to mention my recent avoidance of those websites where I enjoy insulting people who are not important enough to agree with my worldview. The Modern Antiquarian has been a little quiet without me, you will agree, but at least when it has been needed the obnoxious fat blonde has rippled in with a few choice words about one or more of the idiots that dare challenge our dictatorship there. Thank you Jane. Your blubbery fat mass is a joy to behold. You remind me of my years in Japan when I ate whale-meat and rummaged darkly with young fat girls. I hope, one day, to stroke you up and down again and rub myself off till my salt-milk spurts feverishly. Did you enjoy it the last time we secretly met? I hope my rubber outfits were the right ones - you never said, so I will presume it was fine. You can telephone me whenever the urge takes you if you like. I need to stroke my hands over your hairy wet fanny while you slap my erotic balding head. I dream about it most nights. Please whisper to me about mothballs when I wank. I know you will.
I was going to make this a longer blog but I have become rather steamy thinking about you Jane. The photo of the sperm whale next that of you has made my warty cock far too hard so I must dash off for a quick final shuffle.
Leaving that aside for the time being, I was wanting to mention my recent avoidance of those websites where I enjoy insulting people who are not important enough to agree with my worldview. The Modern Antiquarian has been a little quiet without me, you will agree, but at least when it has been needed the obnoxious fat blonde has rippled in with a few choice words about one or more of the idiots that dare challenge our dictatorship there. Thank you Jane. Your blubbery fat mass is a joy to behold. You remind me of my years in Japan when I ate whale-meat and rummaged darkly with young fat girls. I hope, one day, to stroke you up and down again and rub myself off till my salt-milk spurts feverishly. Did you enjoy it the last time we secretly met? I hope my rubber outfits were the right ones - you never said, so I will presume it was fine. You can telephone me whenever the urge takes you if you like. I need to stroke my hands over your hairy wet fanny while you slap my erotic balding head. I dream about it most nights. Please whisper to me about mothballs when I wank. I know you will.
I was going to make this a longer blog but I have become rather steamy thinking about you Jane. The photo of the sperm whale next that of you has made my warty cock far too hard so I must dash off for a quick final shuffle.
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