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I talked to a woman She was blonde and very fit How I imagine my body to be If I was a woman I showed her a picture Of a woman I always dreamed about looking like I told her I was very wet And loved her body I told her I was ********* myself And I was Moaning like a woman would I was ********* my *** Slowly in circles As I ****** my inadequate ***** I just don't like it It is too small at 5 and 1/2 inches Yes I am a ***** It feels good to slowly massage my *** with **** She described how she would lick my ****** I thought about having a **** and having it licked I asked her to finger me She described how she would finger my *** It's all so hard Those big powerful men With their great bodies And big thick ***** Women love them Beautiful women love them And they love to be ****** by them Hours on end In every imaginable position Their ******* get pounded And they scream and *** Again and again Those big heavy ***** Slapping against them I know you know what I am talking about No wonder you are so happy Why couldn't I have been like them If I was going to have a ***** Why did it have to be inferior to theirs? God is mean to me I know it is bad to say that But he is I feel like my small ***** Is closer to having a ****** I want to rub my ***** Like this woman was She sent me a pic of her ******* that were soaked I was so loving and caring toward her I really turned her on She showed me a picture Of how she squirted so much At least two feet by one foot Of the towel was soaked I always dreamed of being a squirter Able to *** so hard like her I think of a well-hung man ******* my ***** nice and deep My loving strong husband Thrusting his huge **** into me Making me *** again and again Screaming, yesss, harder, **** me harder! It must feel so great to experience such satisfying *** as a woman To have multiple ******* I envy you Women experience more pleasure than I can Another example of how God has been mean to me
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Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 11:22 AM UTC
Would Be Nice To Be A Woman
I talked to a woman She was blonde and very fit How I imagine my body to be If I was a woman I showed her a picture Of a woman I always dreamed about looking like I told her I was very wet And loved her body I told her I was ********* myself And I was Moaning like a woman would I was ********* my *** Slowly in circles As I ****** my inadequate ***** I just don't like it It is too small at 5 and 1/2 inches Yes I am a ***** It feels good to slowly massage my *** with **** She described how she would lick my ****** I thought about having a **** and having it licked I asked her to finger me She described how she would finger my *** It's all so hard Those big powerful men With their great bodies And big thick ***** Women love them Beautiful women love them And they love to be ****** by them Hours on end In every imaginable position Their ******* get pounded And they scream and *** Again and again Those big heavy ***** Slapping against them I know you know what I am talking about No wonder you are so happy Why couldn't I have been like them If I was going to have a ***** Why did it have to be inferior to theirs? God is mean to me I know it is bad to say that But he is I feel like my small ***** Is closer to having a ****** I want to rub my ***** Like this woman was She sent me a pic of her ******* that were soaked I was so loving and caring toward her I really turned her on She showed me a picture Of how she squirted so much At least two feet by one foot Of the towel was soaked I always dreamed of being a squirter Able to *** so hard like her I think of a well-hung man ******* my ***** nice and deep My loving strong husband Thrusting his huge **** into me Making me *** again and again Screaming, yesss, harder, **** me harder! It must feel so great to experience such satisfying *** as a woman To have multiple ******* I envy you Women experience more pleasure than I can Another example of how God has been mean to me
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Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 11:22 AM UTC
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