woolybanana

Sell my house, get a smaller place.

There is little chance of avoiding their actions and sounds when right under one's nose so to speak, even with the window shut and Astrid and Joao Gilbereto belting out late night music. For the one action I need a loving partner as one night stands are less than satisfactory don't you find,  and for the other which was a 10km or 16km walk plus boozy refreshment points, both a regenerated liver and much less arthritic pain. However I did join them for a few minutes around 1am when only the serious drinkers remained.

Yes, I need some eventually when I get there so would be most grateful to piggy back if possible. Thanks

Obviously not well enough or too well. Heigh ho, back to the natives drunken revels.

Oh yes, I only wish to appease his ire. perhaps he might explain it further that I might understand my sin. Pray tell. After all I think we only met yesternight

Is there any special reason for your ire or is this a general statement. In what way have I ruffled your feathers this evening, in what way offended, in what way not given satisfaction. Please tell old chap. One does not like to cause wavelets you know. Or offence to others

Ya, that was the climax of the night by the sound of it. Very satisfying and orgasmic.

Apart from those in the bushes the rest have gone at last. Phew, peace and quiet at last. No, more arriving I think, really pissed plus the bushes rustling more and more. Quite climactic really.

RH, if I'd known you were tonights guardian angel I would have revealed so much more, let myself go properly because I know you would have guided me to the true path[:$]

Yeah, the guy really does it for me, so firm, authoritarian, almost like a pilot driving a plane. When he gives me a warning I feel so turned on I wanna be warned all over again. RH on the other hand, well, sh'd blush I know. And blushing a mod is a beatable offence isnt it sugarbuns.

Well, I have dealt with that kind for a hundred years it seems. Do you smile, wag your tails, speak French, defer to them, complement the ladies on their moustaches, sympathize with them about overwork, that bùùùùùù Sarkozy etc? Works a treat. Worship at their feet?

You are so coarse and unfeeling. Must be a Brit! That is about the most unromantic statement I've heard in a hundred years. Why not something like "Oh bella machina amore mia please, prey be so kind so condescending,  as to deliver to I this little worm of no consequence who falls  on his knees before your beauty, some of your delectable  and unique produce in return for my insertion into your body of the correct means to make you explode." Just look at the difference. She wants to put out for you now, doesn't she. I mean the MACHINE, hoverers.

Not with those thighs I havent and they are much much more pissed than I and couldnt find the way. They all have torches but their batteries will be nearly down by now. Better listen to their singing from the first floor terrace as I type.

That word, machine sounds so Italian, so romantic. A word of passion whispered by generations of women: mia machine d'amore for example. Isnt there even a song dedicated to Cat called I wanna be your loving machine? J' aimerais devenir ton machin d'amour. Ta machine d'amour. Clair, if you are hovering, help with a good translation please; How would you say that svp? Still betterer in Italian I bet.[:D]

Sorry, left out a word. Please insert the word between me and machine

I am a machine[:D]

Ah the relaxation of autumn. The whole commune and those around is walking the bounds of my commune, a marche nocturne. Every kilometre or so there is a staging post where they play a game, hear a story or listen to a bit of music. And have a nip, or two. Now they are shouting and singing. I DARE NOT TRANSLATE because it is very very very rude and our mods are such shy people and it is neerly sundey. But it is French culture isn't it. No, I wont , won't. In fact I think they may be at IT in my woods. Those are definitely not the sounds of quiet conversation. Just a moment, I'll get a camera and a bucket of water.

That make the tail curl, the hair shine, the fingers tingle, the muscles flex and the sap burst out of the top of the tree.

Please note, no criticism of mods. I love their presence, their tiny buns, their tight buµµocks, their keen feeling fingers on the button...[8-|]

Please note, no criticism of mods. I love their presence, their tiny buns, their tight buµµocks, their keen feeling fingers on the button...[8-|]

Please note, no criticism of mods. I love their presence, their tiny buns, their tight buµµocks, their keen feeling fingers on the button...[8-|]

Yes, things were more mixed up then I seem to remember. So edgy could take place in say pets or in  a discussion  of comparative brick sizes

Nothing so unsubtle as pints my dear Cat, but small and very very exclusive concoctions from the far side of the universe.

It was so exciting I had to do it twice. And that is only the start. Please note, it is a French sewing machine[:-))]

Ah the buzz of the machine as it ploughs its furrow, drawing two pieces closer and closer, they vibrating, touching, tense, smoothing their innocence as they draw into intimate contact. The sweet embrace. Vary the tension, vary the intensity, draw the essence of the tissue, cling close, bound, now as one. And the pelasure of that needle, its rhythmix rise and fall............. I am describing sewing here of course.[6]