The “Baggage Car”
By Phyllisroger
(being a collaboration based on experiences told between Succulent Phyllis and Randy Roger)
When we boys and girls date, get serious, then get married, we carry our baggage of events in our lives to that point of seriousness/marriage and so it was that we came to trust and confide our secrets during intimate moments…when sex was hot and good and words poured forth between us…those intimate times when our minds and bodies were radiant, pulsing with pleasures and an atmosphere of mutual approval prevailed…times when the most personal little secrets and confessions seem to pour forth…testing the mutual trust
. “Are you mad?” “It’s hot,” he said, “it turns me on to think about it.
. ” Tegan affirmed. When he was done her soles were pressed together at roughly his crotch height and she was bent at the knees so her thighs were spread, leaving her feeling exposed
The “Baggage Car”
By Phyllisroger
(being a collaboration based on experiences told between Succulent Phyllis and Randy Roger)
When we boys and girls date, get serious, then get married, we carry our baggage of events in our lives to that point of seriousness/marriage and so it was that we came to trust and confide our secrets during intimate moments…when sex was hot and good and words poured forth between us…those intimate times when our minds and bodies were radiant, pulsing with pleasures and an atmosphere of mutual approval prevailed…times when the most personal little secrets and confessions seem to pour forth…testing the mutual trust
. “Are you mad?” “It’s hot,” he said, “it turns me on to think about it.
. ” Tegan affirmed. When he was done her soles were pressed together at roughly his crotch height and she was bent at the knees so her thighs were spread, leaving her feeling exposed
The “Baggage Car”
By Phyllisroger
(being a collaboration based on experiences told between Succulent Phyllis and Randy Roger)
When we boys and girls date, get serious, then get married, we carry our baggage of events in our lives to that point of seriousness/marriage and so it was that we came to trust and confide our secrets during intimate moments…when sex was hot and good and words poured forth between us…those intimate times when our minds and bodies were radiant, pulsing with pleasures and an atmosphere of mutual approval prevailed…times when the most personal little secrets and confessions seem to pour forth…testing the mutual trust
. “Are you mad?” “It’s hot,” he said, “it turns me on to think about it.
. ” Tegan affirmed. When he was done her soles were pressed together at roughly his crotch height and she was bent at the knees so her thighs were spread, leaving her feeling exposed
