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You were at Safeway with the little dude with retarded legs - m4w

Started by Boyager, September 21, 2014, 12:20:25 AM

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Boyager

I met you at Safeway on Friday night. You were pushing around some little dude with retarded legs in some kind of gay weird shopping cart. I was the guy in the shirt that read "KFC Fucked my mama" who asked you why your little bro's legs were so retarded. You were the woman who responded "that's my baby who can't walk yet, this 'gay weird shopping cart' is a stroller". I think we had real chemistry. Maybe we can meet up and you can teach me more about your gay weird baby. Maybe I can help make his legs less retarded. No spam replies.

Boyager

Paramedic - m4m
You were a paramedic that I called to my work to take a resident of mine to the hospital. You were hot as hell and I have a list of things that I like my men to either have or wear and you are in the whole group. You were hot and had a nice ass and a beautiful bulge in the front of your pants. I would like to tell you I am having a problem breathing and may need CPR from only you. Tell me either where I called you to or what company you work for so I know it is you. I would love to get to know you better and more parts of your body. Hope this works

Boyager

i saw you grabbing away with your mealy little hands at that restaurant downtown. in my mind i was wearing a shiny suit, and i wiggled around, squirming hither and thither, screaming and yelling. horrible words i shrieked.

your bits got in a bungle, and a'bungling the wiggly bits did go, i'll tell you what.

when you squirted past i caught a wafting scent of broken yolks, your hair like a horrible thing moved past and partly into my nostrils. in my nightmares still i recoil.

i wish to cook you a dinner of eggs and hair and fingernails, and together we can vibrate like old-time cell-phones. but oily. and soapy. we will jiggle with both oil and soap.

jiggle jiggle said the wiggler, for time stops when not properly oiled.

Boyager

I met you on a gay dating app. Your profile intrigued me so I started stalking you. Message after message I sent, with no reply. Please acknowledge me. I may or may not have HIV, yet I'm only interested in bareback sex. My tests are paid by hardworking American's tax dollars so no matter what, I'll always know my status.

Please respond to the nudes I sent you.

Boyager



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