Beauty is food for the soul.

Soul food might be just what was needed.

What was needed was a night of non-stop hot, sensual, love-making without interruption.

Interruption after interruption forced the lovers to seek another place for their intimacy.

Their intamacy hinged on his not screaming and waking up the neighbors

Neighbors could either be a problem or they could provide additional people for an orgy.

Orgy????? WHEN AND WHERE?????

Where shall we have this orgy, and when?????

When will we be able to get the largest group of participants together?

Together, we could really have a ball!

When is irrevalant... the true question is can you be here today?

Together, they organized the hottest, wildest orgy even held.

Held tightly in each other's arms, the entire crowd melted into a blissful, writhing, twisted pile of indistinguishable bodies and hands.

Hands and tongues wildly roaming all over each others bodies, they all came together, screaming wildly and moaning incoherently.

Incoherently mumbling, the exhausted lovers clung tightly to one another.

Another round was inevitable, considering the satisfied look on everyone's faces.

Faces look so good covered in spunk!

Spunky women are the catylist for the best orgies.

Orgies are much better when there are more men involved! :D

More men involved themselves with masturbation after looking at her pics;)

Her pics enticed feelings that couldn't be denied.

Denied the object of her affection, she slunk off to the dungeon to take matters into her own hands.

Hands flew, a lone whip cracked...a single bead of perspiration rolled down her cheek and sizzled when it dripped from her face onto her flush chest.

Her flush chest heaved as her breath became ragged and shallow, in response to his mouth's eager exploration.

Exploration was inescapable as she flung her body against him, writhing against the chains and straining for the release that may never come.

May never come to it, but if it does, I assure you that you won't be safe.

Safe harbor was what he sought when he fell into her comforting and welcoming arms, but it wasn't what she had in mind.

Mind you, her arms held comfort but her hands held handcuffs.

Handcuffs remain wrapped around my shower head awaiting their intended victim:p

Victim or not, I'm betting time with Lilith is time not likely to be forgotten. ;)

To be forgotten by one's first love is not something one would desire.

Desire is a powerful thing ... take the way my body reacts when I look at the pictures of the Pixie ladies. :D :D

Ladies may come, and ladies may go, but some of them always leave dents in your heart.

Heart to heart is nice, but not as nice as belly to belly. :D

Belly dancing for your man is a form of foreplay. :D

Foreplay can be be a lot of fun. But yelling "Fore" while "Playing" golf is threatening. :D

Threatening foreplay....it's a good thing! ;)

Thing ... thang ... thong. You know, it's hard to conjugate a noun. :D

"Noun comes right after elevenish, don't it?"

Don't it bother you when you can't have that orgasm not matter how much you try?