365Nectar #58   Menage A' Trois for Two        
Wed. November 20, 2013  11:03 A.M.

When drilling fantasies
conjure up blinding moments of ****** chaos
quench your thirst to the edge of exhausted...

Loosen Love's skirt with lavish curiosity
and plant kisses on her cheeks ever so tenderly
she will appreciate it...
...and will thank you accordingly...
graciously... properly...
... with no hesitations or reservations.

Caress her tightly closed thighs mercilessly
and arouse her passion for you...
observe how her eyes roll up into the back of her head
as you travel inside her
A deep grinding rains of sweat...

Frolicking with the power of an angry bull
you violently plunge faster and harder
stomping out Love's sweet wine.

You swing Love into a mad intimate dance
and passion strokes you in your spinning...

******* on Love's heart
she begs for more...
swallow Love and feel the warmth of her frenzy
put a gentle squeezing on her soul
and her floodgates will pour you out a blessing...
Place a soft chewing on her ripe pulp
and feel her juices flow and run down her limbs and yours.

Firmly massage her ******* and release goosebumps...
employ some devious device
and create double pleasure... for Love...
in the name of love...
a menage a' trois for two.

Affectionately stuffed
Love engulfs you with deep trust
Complete pleasure arises...
and Love returns to her fertile season
overwhelmed by the generosity of a ****, ****** servant
Love shows deep appreciation...
from rooftop to porch...
from chair to wall...
sideways planting...
from bedroom to kitchen...

Dress Love in your dazzling sorcery
and she'll wear it like gorgeous jewelry.

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I share my wife and bed with another guy
They look into each others' eyes and with love they sigh
It's not easy, but there is so much love
And support from the angels and devas above

It is a challenge, we are all full of desires and need
We share laughter, massage, mystery, and games
With careful, open eyes we proceed

In the morn sometimes she's exhausted from their labors of love
I serve her a fruit shake, creamy and cold
And we listen, dazed to the morning dove
As the sun rises, hues of bronze and gold

Some may think a ******* is the cat's meow
An exciting adventure of discovery, and how!
But there's a lot of homework on this path of old

Even if the other guy is only eight months old!
Even if it's all about lactation
Not *******
It's still a path to walk where so many riches unfold!