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It's Halloween my silly rhyme, the children ding! dong! all the time
I'm turning into that grumpy mum
That now want's grandchildren from her son
Then all would be, so much fun
OH yes such a laugh go sneaking up the garden path
To knock and run so very fast giggling giggle's what a blast
For one night only it will not last
Soon will be that time of year trick! or treat! is all I hear
To go out dressed up like a sexy bitch
But on this night they call you a witch
The boy's say wow! lady your such a good looker
On any other night they would call you a hooker
I have only one deviant son, that ties me up for his own fun
A trick I know it will be, tied helpless and blindfolded I cannot see
A gag will keep my moans a shush!
Son says mom now stop that fuss, we have all night there is no rush
Kinky witch is what he said
My hands are tight above my head
My leg's tied spread to the feet of the bed
My ankles are as wide can be, a taboo treats instore for me
Bewitching hour the end of the day
All the children have all gone away
Only one thing left to say, now it is time for the adults to play
But some sons will not go away, and mum has Halloween Horror Every Day
I'm turning into that grumpy mum
That now want's grandchildren from her son
Then all would be, so much fun
OH yes such a laugh go sneaking up the garden path
To knock and run so very fast giggling giggle's what a blast
For one night only it will not last
Soon will be that time of year trick! or treat! is all I hear
To go out dressed up like a sexy bitch
But on this night they call you a witch
The boy's say wow! lady your such a good looker
On any other night they would call you a hooker
I have only one deviant son, that ties me up for his own fun
A trick I know it will be, tied helpless and blindfolded I cannot see
A gag will keep my moans a shush!
Son says mom now stop that fuss, we have all night there is no rush
Kinky witch is what he said
My hands are tight above my head
My leg's tied spread to the feet of the bed
My ankles are as wide can be, a taboo treats instore for me
Bewitching hour the end of the day
All the children have all gone away
Only one thing left to say, now it is time for the adults to play
But some sons will not go away, and mum has Halloween Horror Every Day
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Devious Journal Entry
Hello Everybody
Please Stay Safe During the Worrying C19 Coronavirus Lockdown, testing times for Everybody.
My Love To All
Stay Safe
Terri XXX
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Hello All
I have Finally got Reckless!, and probably gone a bit Mad and Senile in My Older Age.
I have stayed incognito for many years.
But it has never seamed right Looking at Other, and Conversing or Posting my own Kinky Comment's on there Fabulous Photographs or Art.
Guilt Conscious got the better of Me!.
So I have now Posted some Photographs of what I look like, and Whom! you are conversing with, they range from 55yrs to 61yrs.
Please be kind with comment's, or "Hey Ho!, Just Say What You Like!", put your head over the parapets, and you get shot at.
I am still a Head of School Teacher, so this is Very Risqué!.
But if all goes
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OH My Gosh! it sure is Hot.
I have fan's all around the House.
I Hardly Wear Any Clothes.
So My biggest Fan!, is My Son!.
All Mum's and Ladies get so Reckless in Hot Weather, it is a Teasing Flirting Time and we get away doing it.
Wink!, Wink!, Giggles.
Devious Journal Entry
Never Judge a Book by its Cover.
I just read a passage from a book Camberwell Beauty.
By Jenny Eclair.
Chapter 42.
Bondage and Lies.
I was his 'Posh Fuck', his 'Lady Muck', his 'Mrs Nympho-Bitch'.
these do not sound like terms of endearment but they are when they are slurred into your hair when you are blindfolded and tied to the bed with dressing-gown cords.
Sometimes there was a lot of tidying up to do after Danny had paid a visit; scarves to be put back in drawers, bicycle pumps returned to their right-ful places, underwear, handcuffs and vibratores hidden in plastic bags inside other plastic bags and tucked to the back of the ward
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This poem makes me hotter and hotter every time I read it Terri