Thread: Ode to O

I met a lady - a real top lady in fact.
She was from the Ukraine & had married a Russian soldier. He was a disciplinarian.
We met by chance & shortly after, it was very "hot".
'O' just couldn't get enough. In fact, she forced me to service her on a very regular basis.
A big problem - she couldn't keep her clothes on.
She was a gymnast - as a sport & in the bedroom.
Being from a Northern European country, she was very interested in the fine arts especially reading, painting & sculpture.
'O' drank short black coffee.
She didn't just walk - she glided.
Cuisine - European - sausage, pickles in particular.

In the end, I had to ask for her resignation. She was just too demanding upon my frail body.

Never saw 'O' again.

Ye Story of O has been done before

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Story_of_O

Are you sure it wasn't the story of Owe?

Originally Posted by Brandy

she forced me to service her

Fortunately a surfeit of brandy will wilt you toolkit,

Originally Posted by Brandy

a Northern European country

Charles ATLAS you aint

Originally Posted by Brandy

she glided.

You mention she glide,need crooklocks on the castors 'll fix that for the future.

She liked Pickle's well other poster need a share, I'm sure she liked art sausage and sculpture as much as Brandy.

Not wishing to pry were you the poster formerly known as Randy Vegemight?

Maidan Over