~*~ an ode to the ladies ~*~

[Cami Parker]

I've been asked several times "what do you think you girls are, some kind of humanitarians?"
The answer is, yes, I really do think we are in a way. Obviously we all know that the majority of pooners don't do it because they HAVE TO but because it's fun and they want to. That's obviously plain as there are many reasons that people engage in any different passtime. So please don't takewhat I'm about to say as directed towards anyone except in the specific cases I speak of. Most guys do this just for fun, However, there are a number of gentlemen out in the world who, for whatever reason, do have to. Some people have crippling anxiety or social disorders, and some people are painfully shy. Whatever the reason, the truth is that there are some gentlemen out there... Kind and wonderful gentlemen, who, if not for us would go their entire lives without experiencing the touch of a woman. Never receiving a smile, a kind word or any acknowledgment at all. That's so sad and no way to live. Sex is just as much of a basic human need as is air, food and water. For those whom sex is not readily available I do believe that us ladies are a true gift and a blessing that can truly light up someone's life and make all the difference in the world. Maybe even more than we know.
So Ladies, in the solidarity of the sisterhood of SP's, thank you for being awesome. Don't ever discount the importance of what you do, and keep making people smile!!!
Love you all! :cheer2:

 

[escapefromstress]

Whatever the reason, the truth is that there are some gentlemen out there... Kind and wonderful gentlemen, who, if not for us would go their entire lives without experiencing the touch of a woman. Never receiving a smile, a kind word or any acknowledgment at all. That's so sad and no way to live. Sex is just as much of a basic human need as is air, food and water. For those whom sex is not readily available I do believe that us ladies are a true gift and a blessing that can truly light up someone's life and make all the difference in the world. Maybe even more than we know.

This is true. We provide 'essential, life saving services'. :nod:

 

[Elle Diablo]

Encore, GentlemanGhost! Encore!

I swoon :nod:

 

[Aellyn Rose]

Legs. I want to see what inspiration you have about long, strong legs. Pretty please

 

[Elle Diablo]

Pick either your favorite "asset" or service ...

Because I can be a greedy bitch , I'd like to pick both asset and service - boobs and blow jobs.

 

[Aellyn Rose]

Awesome - looking forward to it

 

[Elle Diablo]

Oh how you've been inspired GentlemanGhost, but how you inspire is to behold!

 

[Elle Diablo]

You have no idea ...

I have many ideas :eyebrows:

 

[Cami Parker]

You, Sir, have a real gift! :cheer2:

The Leggy Ballad of Boobs and Blow Jobs

By GentlemanGhost

Oh the leggy ballad of boobs and blow jobs,
Like the tale of tasty tits and ass,
Is a story of the bursting desires of men,
Fulfilled by exotic women of class.

When you first meet a nymph of the inviting night,
You would do good to first look down, before left or right;
Not to express any distain, or make pompous sounds!
But because with a great many, cleavage abounds.

Be they soft and supple as gifted at birth,
Be they round and outrageous and quite full of mirth;
Should their nipples be stiffened by kissing and caress,
Should they be quite satisfied with pinching; and think nibbles the best!

What man in his heart, what woman in her soul,
Is not fond of boobies to kiss and to hold?
I desire them so fiercely to have in my mouth,
I'll explore with my tongue, (before my kisses head south!)

Cover them in oil so they glisten when they bounce,
Your eyes will grow wide, you're ready to pounce!
Put your masculinity between them, and slide back and forth;
Oh what can the breast not do? Its appetiser, desert and main course!

Give thanks to the angels who share with us their boobs,
There's nothing like knockers to get in the mood.

Listen good friend! Let not your eyes stop there!
After the breasts comes a fine derriere.
The pinnacle of her legs, a place I confess,
I ache to enter her from, more than the rest.

The calf is so succulent, its smooth curves I desire,
The thighs are for tickling, her moans I require

Gentleman! These ladies of who's service we partake,
When their legs last forever, slack jaws you will make!
They start at the floor and go up to the sky,
Start on your knees and don't question why!

Now sex is a fine and glorious thing,
However there is but one thing to make you feel as if a king;
When she sensually pulls your pants down past your thighs,
When you know what she wants from the look in her eyes;

When you're quivering, excited! She's licking her lips,
She's caressing you balls, and playing with her own tits!
She opens her mouth and looks you in the eye,
Your eyes roll back and you can't help but sigh.

Firm shaft to engorged tip she'll run up and down,
Your skin will tingle from that strong sucking sound;
Good God! That tongue that she moves round and round!
The ecstasy, the bliss! The piece of heaven she's found!

Be thankful for ladies who take in us men,
Worship the women who have legs with no end!
Appreciate breasts and their miraculous powers;
And thank God for women who can suck cock for hours!