tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67676904244692925982012-02-16T11:56:19.377-05:00A luscious table spread of erotica I like, including quotes from books, people, and poems as well as erotic images. NC-17 if you please.Coyote Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09948825769257882601noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767690424469292598.post-33719100875776233232009-04-30T06:16:00.002-04:002009-04-30T06:18:43.037-04:00<a href="http://dopaminedreamsoverflow.blogspot.com/2009/04/mirror-of-soul-with-explicit-graphics.html">http://dopaminedreamsoverflow.blogspot.com/2009/04/mirror-of-soul-with-explicit-graphics.html</a><div><br /></div><div>it is all about the eyes. </div><div>i heart my Gaddy.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767690424469292598-3371910087577623323?l=koyotegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Coyote Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09948825769257882601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767690424469292598.post-43046444087143462292009-04-28T07:44:00.001-04:002009-04-28T07:46:46.218-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2qLoYy5Fbg/SfbsLDTvcqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/rH-9h6dPjrM/s1600-h/erotic013.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H2qLoYy5Fbg/SfbsLDTvcqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/rH-9h6dPjrM/s400/erotic013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329706883650384546" /></a>a taste of cream<div>seductive</div><div>and sweet</div><div>with a hint</div><div>of bitter</div><div>to keep things</div><div>interesting.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767690424469292598-4304644408714346229?l=koyotegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Coyote Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09948825769257882601noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767690424469292598.post-85621489313722283452009-03-21T17:07:00.003-04:002009-03-21T17:14:17.167-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2qLoYy5Fbg/ScVXj9L40-I/AAAAAAAAADc/OU-Q9O-ds7Q/s1600-h/yourhandsmyass.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H2qLoYy5Fbg/ScVXj9L40-I/AAAAAAAAADc/OU-Q9O-ds7Q/s400/yourhandsmyass.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315751210412200930" /></a>skin to skin.<div>he whispers.</div><div>she purrs.</div><div>without words...</div><div>"more."</div><div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767690424469292598-8562148931372228345?l=koyotegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Coyote Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09948825769257882601noreply@blogger.com2