windsoraries

Raised by wolves.

Born in a barn.

Hung like a......can we say that here?

Open and uninhibited.

Looking for one lady.

One will be just fine.

Willing to try just about anything I can think of.

And I have a vivid imagination.

And for some reason I can't explain.

I know St.Peter won't call my name.

We start with building the bond of trust.

And go from there.

You just have to take my hand.

Either take it and just hold it.

Or let it close around it.

Or put it around that pretty throat of yours.

Having some machotistic tendencies would be nice.

I've got the Sadistic ones covered.

Why do I think of pink nipples every time I chew on red licorquice?