Antsypantsy

CHEERS!!!!!!!

can not wait

The shoes prevent  from getting pregnant dont you know?

so do thick eye glasses and bad frames

Happy Bithday Pier

love it!!!

won't miss it.....see you Monday

i would luv to be able to hold hands. or standing side by side with arms around waists

this is a non-issue in xchat.

there are other games that the currency can be negotiated into actual money (vis returning onto a credit card on file). THAT is true prostitution. a virual candy cane or box of chocolates isn't crap

congrats hope you both the happiest

i prefer getting a gift for being liked rather than sex....oh! but wait alot of the times after....crap am i a prostitute?

Out of likes for today Jessica but damn, great idea. Adding into Lover's Island or the beach would be great after the initial rush to try dies down.

agreed great idea and graphics Jessika

great idea

why can't we gift gold? make a slot in the "gifts" section for like 200 gold

or maybe buy:

clothes

shoes

props

better furniture

additional body mods

art work

textures

Rolland of Gilead - Steven King's The Dark Tower series.

Though the images of Roland vary through each book and the series, the descriptions and dialog on several occasions paint him as being very similar to the nameless cowboy portrayed by Clint Eastwood.

had a crush on Roland when i read the books

John Snow from GoT

i have begged before and will do so again

plz plz more restraint props and agressive poses...hair pulling, spanking etc

luv it!!

staying in bed

Ashville, NC walking off the path i rubbed my eye and had a reaction from someting i had touched. my eye puffed shut for a day and a half....nothing like looking like a freak and taking in the sights in mono-optics

Billy Ray was a preacher's son
And when his daddy would visit he'd come along
When they gathered around and started talkin'
That's when Billy would take me walkin'
Out through the back yard we'd go walkin'
Then he'd look into my eyes
Lord knows, to my surprise

The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, ooh, yes he was

Bein' good isn't always easy
No matter how hard I try
When he started sweet-talkin' to me
He'd come'n tell me "Everything is all right"
He'd kiss and tell me "Everything is all right"
Can I get away again tonight?

How well I remember
The look that was in his eyes
Stealin' kisses from me on the sly
Takin' time to make time
Tellin' me that he's all mine
Learnin' from each other's knowin'
Lookin' to see how much we've grown