External Link/Members OnlyThrice more I, the knight of the broken lance and the burning pestle, will journey forth on my trusty steed, a knight errant to test my prowess in the erotic arena where I hope my lance will be made straight by another damsel who waits amongst the turrets of the castle on the Kettering Road. I set forth to liberate myself from the moral restrictions that bridle me by seeking, as an older chivalric man, younger flesh, into which I may plunge - and plunge again. I seek not the virginal Dulcinea but, according to the menu of delights, a wanton and willing eighteen year old (although, probably, early 20s). I feel no shame in surrendering to my baser instincts as I tremble to hold the passionate reins of my lust. Such inviting visions of her soothing hands, spread legs, her raised bottom, her bouncing breasts, her open mouth and oh her pink, wet cunt. Her cave of carnal pleasures. Here is a vision at which to tilt.
The Philosopher René Descartes said, ‘ I think therefore I am’, whilst seeking prostitutes in the back alleys of Paris. He was wrong. He should have said, ‘I feel therefore I am’. There is nothing like a good fuck to make you feel alive. Anyway, I must saddle up and be on my way; I don’t want to put the Descartes before the Horse.
Tyler is very pretty, medium height and small young breasts - but not too small. I like them petite and pert. She is trim and slim and her skin is so so soft and white and supple and - kissable. It is a pleasure to just hold her and feel her mouth seeking mine in long drawn out kisses, whilst she fumbles for my naked outstretched cock. She has the freshness and innocence of youth. She is eager to please and willing to be led and would suit a leather collar. When she entered the room I was smitten. I only had eyes for her uplifting breasts and her flower - as Oberon says (in A Midsummer Night’s Dream):
But I paid attention to where Cupid’s arrow fell. It fell on a little western flower, which used to be white as milk but now has turned purple from being wounded by the arrow of love. Young girls call it “love-in-idleness.” Bring me that flower.
And she did.
After more kissing and cuddling and prolonged oral with (she does not do owo.) and with gentle lapping and licking and parting of her petals and the clock hands lustfully ticking - I penetrated her very tight cunt. Her fairy bower. We were rather mismatched to begin with, young and old. But as the lecher Friar Lawrence says in Romeo and Juliet ‘too swift arrives as tardy as too slow’ and we got there in the end. She made sure I was well satisfied.
Anticipation, foreplay, fucking and climax. That’s the rhythm of life.
(In this case good value for 60 pounds for half an hour.)
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