Ceara - you are my sunshine. I awake with rock hardness in my nether-regions thinking of your soft feminine goodness. You make me want to do happy time, either alone or with someone pretending it is you.

How does it feel knowing that no other posters here are 1/10th your equal? The other female posters here are like polyps on Willie's asshole compared to you being a flower in an asshole.

I would like to be your butterfly, perhaps an ugly misshapen caterpillar today, but then become your butterfly as you create the warm glow that is always found among my twig and berries when you post here. I cannot contain my lust any longer.

How can we do this?

Kahn