Hi,
I’m Mrs AlwaysOptimistic.
I like the slow caresses of the hand of my beloved paramour to start my Stygian rivers unleashing, starting like a leak in a damp flat with slum landlords, ending like Niagara Falls.
Sometimes, he feeds me a Thorntons Finest Toffee to get me in the mood, or puts on a film like Gladiator or 300 or Sense and Sensibility to get the juices going in my “Richard Madeley” (as we like to call my thin, shaggy haired cunt).
After I am dripping with lust like a greedy teddy bear at a honeyshop, he then starts on my abdominal area, at which point my thighs cry for attention from his manly, thrusting, digits. We nickname his thumb “Bear Grylls”, cause it frequently chooses to leave its comrades and take the hard, dirty, adventurous way.
As his digits play the Ode to Glory in my nether regions, I chime in to the marvellous Symphony of Lust by taking his limp, quivering sword, and affectionately and considerately stroking it as I do my Persian cat, Jasper.
Then, he wipes off my sweet fishy juices with Andrex Quilted Finest, which reminds him to pay some attention to my puppies.
Finally, feeling like a natural woman, I roll over and say “I love you, babe.”
xxxx