
I'm a sad git with no friends other than my computer.
Hello you sexy thing. When I first looked at your photograph I felt a fire rising in my chest, descending through my gut and flowing into my private zone, making it swell with passion and desire. My mouth watered at the thought of your HUGE JUICY TITS, your nipples swollen and straining to be chewed between my lips. I'm sure you would like to wrap your delicate fingers around my MASSIVE ENGORGED PENIS, cockhead drooling at the sight of your gorgeous body. I long to fasten my lips upon you and explore your every erogenous zone; I can feel my MAGIC MAN-BONE growing in my hand even as I type this. I'm sure your passion-flower of womanhood is responding too; when we meet, I'm going to open your petals one by one before I lick your pollen like a horny little bee. Then I can see myself buzzing even closer to you, my EXCITABLE TROUSER-TROUT finally finding your DRIPPING GASH. I'm going to bury my hands wrist-deep in your huge, well-coiffed hair and FUCK YOUR OOZING SLOT like the RANDY BITCH you are, holding hard onto your lucious locks. I'm going to use my ELEVEN FINGERS OF FUN to make you squirm all over the bed, then my tongue will strum your TASTY TWAT like a banjo. And finally, when we are both breathless and stinking of sweat, you'll be on your knees to receive my bounty, my MOLTEN MAN-GOLD, the quicksilver of my loins.
I meet all the criteria in your ad because I'm a man, 27, very tall and slim and gorgeous, I live in your area and I can't wait to see you. I'm looking for fun intimate friendships with ladies like you; the kind of relationship where we can eye each other up over drinks or coffee, chatting about the events of the days, weeks, months, years and lives, before retiring somewhere private for hours of exploring all the levels of heaven and hell. And once all our desire is exhausted, we can lay together and chat some more.
Next Tuesday okay for you, at yours? Let me know.
Roger.