M59
God damn you are a sexy thing!
November 29 2015
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RHP User
10 years ago
Cheeky. But a bit obvious you weren't talking about what most would assume. Don't have a fishing reel that needs maintaining but if you feel any sort of affection towards lawn mowers I am happy to let you have a go at mine 😉
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RHP User
10 years ago
Fetish Obi,I wonder if all those men who are holding big cods in their pics will be as proud of their reel fetish too 😝xxFreya
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RHP User
10 years ago
I hold you lovingly with both hands, aching to lick your beautifully shaped firmness. I caress you all the way from the tip, stroking, my fingers gliding over your form. I cant hold back, and my tongue travels over you, leaving a trail of shiny moisture. My fingers close around your 6 inch shaft, and I plant kisses all over you. I hold you between my breasts, loving your hardness between my soft curves. Then I see the time, and with a sigh, I relax my hold, bend down and slip you on my foot. Time to go......
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RHP User
10 years ago
My son would feel your sentiments but at 16, I hope he doesn't describe it quite so...tantalisingly, just yet 😝 - Posted from rhpmobile
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RHP User
10 years ago
Damn.....You are just waaay too good! Obi1
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RHP User
10 years ago
Despite my best efforts, you lie there, motionless, unresponsive. Is it me or is something weighing on your mind, distracting you. Then I gently massage your soft bulb. Again I gently squeeze and a warm liquid starts to flow. One more push and then to my pleasure you squirt. Ah! Fuel Blockage!! Give her a pull now mate an' she'll go all day! Damn mowers! Obi1
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RHP User
10 years ago
Freya.... Do you mean "cod pieces" ??? Tulips..... You know what they say... Once hooked!....(just give him time!). Obi1
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RHP User
10 years ago
When I step out of the shower, you lie in wait for me. I'm drawn to your broad shape and tanned body and and I reach for you. My fingers close around your rock-hard shaft, gripping it tightly. As always you let me be in charge and control your every move. Softly you caress me, touching my skin and stroking my hair. Sometimes you tease by brushing against me, then without warning you can pull my head back so forcefully it makes me cry out softly. People say you can be harsh and bristly, but they're so wrong. You have a huge soft side and I love the way you let me hold you. You make me shine. Oh Mason Pearson, I adore you.
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RHP User
10 years ago
I am bested (yet again!) :) Obi1
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RHP User
10 years ago
Inspired by your OP, Obi1!
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RHP User
10 years ago
Quote from a movie scene: "Do I have to talk dirty to you? Come on! Open up for daddy! I'm gonna shove a load into you! Here we go! Come on, it's nice and easy. Aaah! Come on, here we go! Ah! Take that! Take that! Come on! You don't want the crowbar, do you? Come on! OPEN UP! UUGGHH! I'm gonna shove my load into you whether you like it or not! ... The movie is Uncle Buck, and he is having trouble opening the washing machine :)
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RHP User
10 years ago
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MsJonesy
10 years ago
I can think of two men who I have spent time with who fit the description... even better yet I have had the pleasure of being with them both watching their performance with their rods
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RHP User
10 years ago
I peer across the cabin, the morning sun sends beams of mottled light through the smoky glass panes. Where are you hiding? Ah, now I see you, tangled carelessly amongst the bedsheets, testimony to last nights debauchery. I throw back the sheets and gaze hungrily at you, wanting you, no!, desperately needing you again. I grab at you, lurching across the creaking boards and we tumble, wresting and cursing onto the floor. Your playful resistance will not avail you as I flip you onto your back. I grip your waist and thrust myself partly in, you straighten slightly and I know you are mine! With a groan, I ease myself into you then, inch by inch, feeling your restrictive tightness, like a glove, until I am fully in. Right! Thats breeches on, now where be me blasted shirt! Xx Cap'n No Beard
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MsSuperFoxy
10 years ago
Dear Mr Champagne,I really like gripping your neck and unwinding your cage firmly, with my bare hands. If only you POP a little more, I'd let you have as many gushes and crackles as you like. Your substance is stunning, like pure shimmering gold of endless fascinations. The moment your sparkling fluid enters my mouth, it intensifies my palate. Crisp on a hot summers day, you are so delicious with strawberries. I look forward to celebrating with you in the future. With much love Ms Foxy xx
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RHP User
10 years ago
I open the door and see you standing there, all curves. Chilled and with that sparkle in you that makes me want you badly. You beckon me, and I grab a hold of you. As I trace my finger along your body, I notice the tiny droplets glistening on it, awakening a thirst in me like never before. Your smooth full body opens up to me, and I can no longer control myself. I lift you up and put my mouth on you, holding you firmly. As I taste your delicious wetness, a shiver runs down my spine. Stella, you're intoxicating. No other beer will ever come close. :-P
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RHP User
10 years ago
I think you've been hanging out with i_touch too much lol Your fishing reel, which I'm guessing is shimano, should be called "obi1canlubeme" lol - Posted from rhpmobile
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RHP User
10 years ago
I bought my ex wife a large piece of gold ....... shimano Tiagra 50WLRS That game fishermen among us will know what that is. Wasn't the kind of gold she was after..... so she went off digging hahaha
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RHP User
10 years ago
I've had a touch-too-much of the Sun you mean! (Lol)....... And yep! It's a Stradic!!
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RHP User
10 years ago
Nice. A Tiagra 50 is a serious bit of gear at just under a grand. I wonder why she was not impressed with that wee bit of jewelry? (After all... It's the thought that counts, isn't it?). ;)
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RHP User
10 years ago
and I know I have to leave you. But oh, how incredibly difficult it is to tear myself away from you after such a blissful night. From the very first time you have known just how I like it...just where to caress me...every inch of my body surrendering under your soft and tender touch. I give you one last lingering look before leaving and tell myself soon....soon we will again experience that magical union which inevitably leads to hours of pleasure. During the day I try to work but am distracted by my thoughts of you. Of all the different ways you have had me...all those different positions...on my back, my side, my stomach. Sometimes I feel the soreness afterwards from those times I have become too lost in you and my body has been tested to its limits. I always come back for more though...you know what you do to me. The night arrives with its dark promises and once again I am powerless to resist you. I walk as though hypnotised towards you, taking in your features which are a beguiling combination of both hard and soft. You are welcoming as always... beckoning me to climb onto your sturdy frame and spread my body over you, give myself wholly to you. I do so and immediately begin to relax....this is where I belong, and we will never be parted. I love my bed....
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AnnieWhichway
10 years ago
1 spend quality time together with youMoments so special that others question my undying devotion to youObvious jealousy on their behalf of the relationship I have with youThey talk, they question meThey say its so unnatural to commit so much time to youI have no will power when I think of youTime seems to go into warp mode when we are togetherWhat seems minutes has turned into an hourYou have me captivated that at least several times a day I need to be with youTo share such intimate time with youI share with no one of the details of what I do to youIt would not seem right to divulge what happens during the sessions I have hereIt would make me feel dirty and wrongBut fear not what they sayI am committed to youEven when I enjoy luxurious holidays around the world without youAll I can think of is coming home to youTo reignite the love I have and the times that we have missedWhat we have is so specialYou are the best toilet I have ever hadI love you and could think of nothing better than having a big dump inside you...........xxx
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RHP User
10 years ago
Luck_Dragon...... Beautifully written!...loved it!
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RHP User
10 years ago
LAMO! Honestly did NOT see that coming!
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RHP User
10 years ago
it was the thought that counted....she thought "fuck this I'm out!!" And like free willy she made 1 giant leap for fish kind and got stuck in the filter lol - Posted from rhpmobile
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RHP User
10 years ago
Quoting 'Obi1Kenietzsche' Nice. A Tiagra 50 is a serious bit of gear at just under a grand. I wonder why she was not impressed with that wee bit of jewelry? (After all... It's the thought that counts, isn't it?). ;) Well... I added it to the other three....... ... none of which she could wear on a finger to impress people. Poor girl.... took up with a non-fisherman. We don't speak to those kind of people. hahaha
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RHP User
10 years ago
Are already beautifully hard,all smooth and deliciously ready.But why is this so difficult ,I thought you would be the perfect fit.I am so sorry, try again...almost there,let me get some lube...just wiggle a bit more,..Oooh just turn a bit to the left,you almost hit the spot...not quite though...did you bring a friend? ..perhaps he would be better suited to my needs...Oooh yes,that's better,he really knows how to open meup But perhaps you could try my back door,Mmm yes,he is definitely the key,no lube required for my front door xxFreya😍
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RHP User
10 years ago
"Attached/Married men (and fishermen), do not contact me. You will be blocked"........ There should be a section in the RHP Profile set up that relates to fishing. That would sort things out pretty quick.
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RHP User
10 years ago
I inhale deeply. The smell of leather fills my senses, and feels electric against my cool, smooth skin. I am carried away with you. Blissful release from the reality of my every day. Your words wash over me in a gentle caress. In the united beat of sex and heart together we create ecstasy. Inhale. Exhale. Captured in the moment with you, ecstatic, united in this passion we share. You come to me, and the time slips away in a dream ... I am lost and found with you completely. We live an eternity together, my lover, and create a world that only you and I share. And when this time with you is over, and I return to me everyday, my humdrum, I will remember you. I will remember the caress of your pages on my soul, leaving imperceptible yet indelible marks on my would. In those moments of reading, I am yours, and you are mine, alone. - Posted from rhpmobile
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RHP User
10 years ago
I should acknowledge the slightly plagiarised phrases in my post above - with thanks to Anais Nin and Henry Miller, whose love letters are utterly entrancing. - Posted from rhpmobile
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RHP User
10 years ago
... imperceptible yet indelible marks on my *world. My kingdom for an edit function!!! - Posted from rhpmobile
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madotara69
10 years ago
As I approached with a sense of caution, aware she'd been working up for a beauty for the last few days, I had a firm grip on me rod and tackle in hand steady and at the ready with a good firm stance, I could hear her murmurs welling up from deep within, I took me chances for a bit of a look into her daring crevice and by crikey what a delight, swooshing and swirling foaming wet and angry she's amazing what a sight and how wonderful it looked from being pounded hard and mostly from taking it rough one after another for years it's true, well fuck me she went off with a bang when she blew and sprayed me from head to toes. She's a natural beauty and I wish for you all to see Kiama's blow hole. What in interesting topic Obi, sorry if I wandered off it a little but I had me Sea Martin net weave casting reel with me. Mado Mado Tara xx
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RHP User
10 years ago
Lol! Good to see you fella! Obi1
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RHP User
10 years ago
Always late? I hate that,over and over I have told you,I need you to come here on time.When you finally arrive I do enjoy you,I get so carried away ,I sink into the familiar with you,you are definitely my favourite,you take me to a peak very quickly,I can always rely on you to get me off..ooooh 690,so much more sexy than the 618 or even the 315...such a gorgeous yellow and green,my Bus 😘xxFreya
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RHP User
10 years ago
Make sure you look after that Sea Martin Net Weaver! (My Dad had one of those once and they are now quite rare). Worth a few bob to a collector I would think! Xx Obi1
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RHP User
10 years ago
It has been a long time, too long, since I have been able to inhale your sweat nectar, your firm moist body and flavour, holding what I long for most, I run my tongue around your rim, tasting your hidden secrets, ahhh, ecstasy, I drink your full bodied juices and flavours, bit of ice to spice it up. Ahhh, nothing like a good rum
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RHP User
10 years ago
So I take it that you look forward to a 69er every morning! I didn't know you were such an insatiable possum! ;) xx Obi1
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RHP User
10 years ago
I have not forgotten you! :)
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RHP User
10 years ago
You have been waiting for me all day i arrive home your panting,so happy to see me , i feel you all over gently touching you, rubbing my hands all over your body , you lick me beg for me to be yours !!Your lying on your back im gently rub you all over the look in your beautiful brown eyes makes me feel so alive and wanted all i want to do is cuddle and make you feel special .Then you want to go outside leading me to the back yard mmm what surpise have you in store for me All my dog wanted was to be feed
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RHP User
10 years ago
I look down upon your tanned body, so tantalizingly clad in that skimpy bikini, oooh yeah baby.. take your top off! Hmmmm... Yeah.. that's right, rub that lotion on your lovely firm tits! Oohh! Yeah!!. Then you look up and see me, standing above you, motionless and fully erect. Your gaze falls on my hairy nuts. Oohh baby, you want the juice from my nuts don't you! Yeah! You do!....but if you want it, you're gunna have to come get it baby! And that won't be an easy task you know................ as climbing coconut trees is quite difficult you know!
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madotara69
10 years ago
Quoting 'Obi1Kenietzsche' Make sure you look after that Sea Martin Net Weaver! (My Dad had one of those once and they are now quite rare). Worth a few bob to a collector I would think! Xx Obi1 My dad had one once too
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RHP User
10 years ago
Anadiplosis Alert!..... Damn!
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RHP User
10 years ago
I nudge you lightly and stroke your beautiful face and you awaken from your deep sleep, always greeting me with a happy melodic tune - such a glowing vision. I love holding you firmly between my hands. You're always so deliciously smooth and hard. Caressing your face and running my fingers over you turns you on. When you call, I race to you...my heart pounding. Holding you close to me, I listen to every word you say. If I don't hear from you or see you for half a day, I panic and fret. My constant companion - a big part of my life, I've grown so attached to you. You have no idea how important you are to me. You're the first I open my eyes to in the morning and the last I see and hold at night. I don't know how I will live without you now, my beloved Eric(sson)? - Posted from rhpmobile
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RHP User
10 years ago
Sorry guys this is a bit long but makes me chuckle, she wrote this for a Senior Citizens Writing Competition. You have asked me who my father was. If I told you he was a turkey baster you probably would not believe me, so I'll tell you the full story, and then you can believe it or not. It may take a while, so bear with me. As a small child, I one day heard my mother talking to a friend. She told her that my father was a turkey baster. This scared me, and I wondered, how could that be ? I wanted to ask her about it, but was afraid I would get into trouble for listening to them. I finally got the courage to talk to her, and I told her I was scared. I asked her how could a turkey baster be my father? My mother just laughed, gave me a kiss and a hug, told me there was no need to be scared, and not to worry about it. She said that when I was older she would tell me about the turkey baster, and the wonderful night I was conceived. During my school years I never felt I was different, it never worried me. The other kids never bullied me, or gave me a hard time about it, even though they all knew about it. I grew up feeling I was a normal kid just like everyone else. I did feel a bit special though because nobody else I knew had a turkey baster for a father. My mother kept her promise, and when she thought I was old enough she told me the story about my conception and the turkey baster. This is what she told me. She had just had her thirty fourth birthday, and dearly wanted a baby. Being the organized person she was, she made a plan of action. The day had arrived to set the plan to work. She had spent the day preparing for the night ahead. She put special silk sheets on the bed, and laid out the silk and lace nightgown she had been keeping for the occasion. Then she placed perfumed candles around the bedroom and bathroom. Her chosen partner was a turkey baster. Strange choice. Tonight was to be the first time she had done this, and everything had to be perfect so nothing could spoil it. She turned on some soft mood music, and returned to the kitchen. She set a bottle of wine in an ice bucket to chill, laid the table with her best tableware, then set about preparing the meal which she would eat later. She was much too nervous and excited to eat at the moment. With all that done, she took the bucket with the wine, and returned to the bedroom. She lit the candles, put on some more music, and poured a glass of wine, went into the bathroom, and ran a bath, using her favourite bath bubbles. She undressed, and taking her wine glass stepped into the steamy foam, satisfied that so far her plan was working. She lay there relaxing, and sipping her wine thinking of the night ahead. The turkey baster was ready and waiting, and if all went to plan she would get the baby she so dearly wanted. Relaxed and happy she stepped from the bath. Warm , glowing, and sweetly perfumed she wrapped herself in warm fluffy towels, and went back to the bedroom, and dressed in the shimmering silk and lace nightgown, adjusted the music, poured more wine ,and slipped into the silken sheets. She lay there thinking about her dream which she hoped would soon be realised. One last sip of wine and she reached for the turkey baster. More than ready and willing to share what it had to offer Sometime later she lay in the warm afterglow. Full of wonder about what had happened to her, and the feelings she had felt. She had never imagined she would feel such pleasure. She had become aroused quickly and steadily intensified as wave after wave of pleasure swept through her, until she was no longer aware of her own body, but felt she was one with her partner. The waves were lifting her higher and higher until she was floating. She could hear someone moaning and realised it was herself. She was being carried towards that final release. One final wave swept her into that release that touched her very soul, and she was drifting to a soft landing in the silken sheets. It had been so beautiful and fulfilling that mum felt certain that the baby she so dearly, wanted must already be on the way, and she owed it all to the turkey baster. Now I know what you are all thinking and feeling, shocked amused, disbelievingly. Nobody could be that turned on by a turkey baster, how kinky, sick even. It's just not possible. No way! Aha! You would be wrong. You see this incredible turkey baster was not your everyday up sized eyedropper, but a six feet tall, dark haired, brown eyed, red blooded male. My gorgeous dad, whose job was as a turkey baster at a top city restaurant that specialises in roast turkey dinners. His prowess as a turkey baster was legendary. His skill with a baster produces the most flavoursome, succulent, golden skinned turkeys in town. He is also an incredible lover, husband, father, and all round good guy. So there you have your answer, my father is a turkey baster. I had known about him ever since the day I asked my mum about it, but it's been fun telling the story this way, and keeping you guessing. I guess it's my quirky sense of humour that sometimes tends to work overtime. My mother had been right about the baby, I was that baby, and now twenty years later here I am. I'm so proud to be the much wanted, much loved daughter conceived that wonderful night from the love of mum and her incredible turkey baster .My father! Hope you enjoyed :)
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RHP User
10 years ago
Quoting '5weeta5kandy' Sorry guys this is a bit long but makes me chuckle, she wrote this for a Senior Citizens Writing Competition. You have asked me who my father was. If I told you he was a turkey baster you probably would not believe me, so I'll tell you the full story, and then you can believe it or not. It may take a while, so bear with me. As a small child, I one day heard my mother talking to a friend. She told her that my father was a turkey baster. This scared me, and I wondered, how could that be ? I wanted to ask her about it, but was afraid I would get into trouble for listening to them. I finally got the courage to talk to her, and I told her I was scared. I asked her how could a turkey baster be my father? My mother just laughed, gave me a kiss and a hug, told me there was no need to be scared, and not to worry about it. She said that when I was older she would tell me about the turkey baster, and the wonderful night I was conceived. During my school years I never felt I was different, it never worried me. The other kids never bullied me, or gave me a hard time about it, even though they all knew about it. I grew up feeling I was a normal kid just like everyone else. I did feel a bit special though because nobody else I knew had a turkey baster for a father. My mother kept her promise, and when she thought I was old enough she told me the story about my conception and the turkey baster. This is what she told me. She had just had her thirty fourth birthday, and dearly wanted a baby. Being the organized person she was, she made a plan of action. The day had arrived to set the plan to work. She had spent the day preparing for the night ahead. She put special silk sheets on the bed, and laid out the silk and lace nightgown she had been keeping for the occasion. Then she placed perfumed candles around the bedroom and bathroom. Her chosen partner was a turkey baster. Strange choice. Tonight was to be the first time she had done this, and everything had to be perfect so nothing could spoil it. She turned on some soft mood music, and returned to the kitchen. She set a bottle of wine in an ice bucket to chill, laid the table with her best tableware, then set about preparing the meal which she would eat later. She was much too nervous and excited to eat at the moment. With all that done, she took the bucket with the wine, and returned to the bedroom. She lit the candles, put on some more music, and poured a glass of wine, went into the bathroom, and ran a bath, using her favourite bath bubbles. She undressed, and taking her wine glass stepped into the steamy foam, satisfied that so far her plan was working. She lay there relaxing, and sipping her wine thinking of the night ahead. The turkey baster was ready and waiting, and if all went to plan she would get the baby she so dearly wanted. Relaxed and happy she stepped from the bath. Warm , glowing, and sweetly perfumed she wrapped herself in warm fluffy towels, and went back to the bedroom, and dressed in the shimmering silk and lace nightgown, adjusted the music, poured more wine ,and slipped into the silken sheets. She lay there thinking about her dream which she hoped would soon be realised. One last sip of wine and she reached for the turkey baster. More than ready and willing to share what it had to offer Sometime later she lay in the warm afterglow. Full of wonder about what had happened to her, and the feelings she had felt. She had never imagined she would feel such pleasure. She had become aroused quickly and steadily intensified as wave after wave of pleasure swept through her, until she was no longer aware of her own body, but felt she was one with her partner. The waves were lifting her higher and higher until she was floating. She could hear someone moaning and realised it was herself. She was being carried towards that final release. One final wave swept her into that release that touched her very soul, and she was drifting to a soft landing in the silken sheets. It had been so beautiful and fulfilling that mum felt certain that the baby she so dearly, wanted must already be on the way, and she owed it all to the turkey baster. Now I know what you are all thinking and feeling, shocked amused, disbelievingly. Nobody could be that turned on by a turkey baster, how kinky, sick even. It's just not possible. No way! Aha! You would be wrong. You see this incredible turkey baster was not your everyday up sized eyedropper, but a six feet tall, dark haired, brown eyed, red blooded male. My gorgeous dad, whose job was as a turkey baster at a top city restaurant that specialises in roast turkey dinners. His prowess as a turkey baster was legendary. His skill with a baster produces the most flavoursome, succulent, golden skinned turkeys in town. He is also an incredible lover, husband, father, and all round good guy. So there you have your answer, my father is a turkey baster. I had known about him ever since the day I asked my mum about it, but it's been fun telling the story this way, and keeping you guessing. I guess it's my quirky sense of humour that sometimes tends to work overtime. My mother had been right about the baby, I was that baby, and now twenty years later here I am. I'm so proud to be the much wanted, much loved daughter conceived that wonderful night from the love of mum and her incredible turkey baster .My father! Hope you enjoyed :) Bet you would you be amazing at oral sex..........................Gobble, gobble, gobble
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RHP User
10 years ago
or sweetas. I have a terrible sense of humour sometimes.
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RHP User
10 years ago
Your mother has a great sense of humour and I love the way she writes. A bit cheeky too! May have given the old dears a bit of a chuckle down at the CWA! I hope she won 1st prize! Xx Obi1
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RHP User
10 years ago
Hahahaha yes she does. Some of the things she comes out with is amazing.
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RHP User
10 years ago
The sound of the surf is muted by the sand dunes and a gentle breeze carries the occasional call of a sea gull to your secret spot. You lie there on that huge beach towel with that friend of yours, the one with the cheeky smile and the light freckles on her nose. Your bodies still tingle from the invigorating swim and you are still laughing at the sprint up the hot sand to the shelter of your beach umbrella. Your friend, is it Kathy?, I can never remember, rolls onto her side and sends you that smile of hers, so innocently full of mischief and I feel the invisible spark from where I sit. You know what she is thinking, for your thoughts are the same. You move towards her and she reaches for you in return. Despite my growing desire, I understand that I must wait, hapless and suffering in agonized pleasure as you make me watch your passion. Your intimate knowledge of a woman's body means you give each other pleasure that no man could ever give, you touch each other in secret ways that no man could ever match. And still I must wait, watching you give yourselves, hearing you both orgasm, knowing that soon it will be my turn. At last, your bodies untwine, droplets of exertion making your naked skin shine, you sit up and acknowledge me. An unspoken understanding between the both of you fuels my now raging arousal. I can hardly stand it as you reach for me, your hand gently encircling me, and you squeeze. It is my turn now and I erupt immediately, spurting onto your waiting and accommodating palm. Ah!... the release overwhelms me, the waiting, the teasing, the wanting has driven me to the very edge of my endurance. You rub me onto your breasts as your friend slides over to join in. She grips me in anticipation but I am spent, drained, and all I can manage is a few drops. She pouts in that innocent way of hers and wipes the last of me off the tip with a practiced finger then rubs me on her cheek, one side, then the next. "Is that all you have?" she asks. "No" you answer, and reaching into your bag you produce another tube of banana boat sun screen.
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RHP User
10 years ago
You left me a present under the tree. So thoughtfully placed so I would find it the next morning. Thank you "Rover" from the house up on the corner, but I do wish you'd crap on someone else's lawn for a change. Obi1
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