A WORD, to the various ladys who are shrareing their SECRET WOMENS BUSSINESS! With us male readers.
THANKS!

The human mind is realy a marvel.
I find myself, just a man, sitting infront of a keyboard and screen, being led on a guided tour through NOT JUST the female form butt, also the male members, mentioned as well, you lot are SO unselfish.

You girls (whoops) ladys realy know how to throw, a thread.
First you lead, with the soft and tender, then you, slap a man down till he's shouting surrender.

Billy The Bus, you are not alone.
I read your first (Entry?)
I thought, be careful big feller they will get you in with this talk, of ladys parts.

I could not warn you good friend, I saw you COME back AGAIN and again for another bite of the cherry.
To be hooked and helpless as some of us men are, by the mere hint, of the fantasy, of female flesh.
OH! YEEEEEEEES! OH! BAAAAABBBBBBBbbbbbyyyy y y y ...!

You will not be alone in your ramblings I'm hooked too.
I write on....

When I read, my mind always paints pictures.
It's the way I am.
I can't help it, so I sit here visualizing breasts.
Big ones, small ones, pin em on the wall ones.
I find myself dreaming of the very favourite part ,well some of, is it not, so hard, to chews? (misspelling, who knows?).
I don't mind how they're flicked or fondled it still looks good in my mind.
I read on lustfully, letting the mood TAKE me if it will, when SUDDENLY!

I'm seeing a VIOLENT! picture of my testicles turned to picelets, within a glass vice (thanks Alison, I realy needed that)

The little tortoise really crawled back into his shell.
My eyes are STILL WATERING.
Damn thing the imagination!