Undress for some sex

clean!!

Mon, 18 Apr 2005 04:48:25 GMT

I got steam cleaned!!!

Oh the shock of it!! All those lovely stains gone forever!!

Thu, 20 Jan 2005 10:26:46 GMT

Me and My couch
to the tune
I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself

I just don't know what to do with the couch
Don't know just what to do with the couch
I'm so used to doing everyone on you
Planning couch sports for two
And now that we're through

I just don't know what to do with that stain
Its so obvious on you, it's a pain
and turning the cushion only makes me sad
but glares make me feel as bad
When we're not on you, I just don't know what to do

BRIDGE
Like a olden couch needs the smell and stains
I need your old springs to beat all my pains

I just don't know what to do with the couch
I just don't know what to do with the couch
Baby, if my new love ever turns me down
Watch out, I will be around
Just waiting for you, you know what i would have to do

BRIDGE

Happy New Year from The Couch

Mon, 03 Jan 2005 06:37:56 GMT

To the tune of Deanna by Nick Cave

O ménage-a

O ménage-a

O ménage-a

Menage-a-troi –a!

Sweet ménage-a !
O ménage-a

You know you are my friend, yeah
O ménage-a

And I ain't down here for your money
I ain't down here for your couch
I ain't suckin’ for your couch or money
I'm suckin’ down some fun!

Oh happy days!

Oh happy days!

No body’s on the floor
Just the red old couch holds many mocks
Around your virginal furniture
I cum of pleasure in your frock

We discuss the kinky plan
We discuss the kink and the kinky act
Kink takes the wheel of your Cadillac
And friends climb on a-board

O ménage-a
This is a tongue
O ménage-a

This is not a tongue
O ménage-a
And this a day number one

O ménage-a

Our little crimeworn histories
Red and white women’s under panties
And honey, it ain't mystery
Why you're a mystery to me

We will eat out of their panties
And their parlours
Mushy leavings in their beds
And we'll unload into their heads

On this mean season
These little angels that I squeezin'
They ain't been mean to me

O ménage-a

O ménage-a

O ménage-a
O Happy Days

You are my friends and my partners
O ménage-a
On this couch in Fremantle
O ménage-a

And I ain't down here for your couch
I ain't down here for your love
I ain't down here for your love or couch
I'm down here for some fun!

O ménage-a
I am a-knocking
O ménage-a
With my toolbox on your stockings
O ménage-a
And I'll meet you on the corner
O ménage-a
Yes, you use it like a finger
O ménage-a
And squeeze her little thing
O ménage-a

Feel its kick, hear our bang
And let in no worry cos its fun
Don't worry about where its been
and don't worry about what is sin
Cause it ain't your couch to ruin

O ménage-a
No it just ain't yours to sin
O ménage-a
O ménage-a

O ménage-a

Sweet ménage-a
O ménage-a

And I ain't down here for your money
I ain't down here for your couch
I ain't suckin’ here for your couch or money
I'm suckin’ down here for some fun!

Friends

Mon, 25 Oct 2004 12:09:52 GMT

see also the new community for sex with furniture

Wed, 29 Sep 2004 03:35:03 GMT

To the tune of Blow Up the Pokies by The Whitlams

There was the couch
Three plush seats and it sits in this house
You laid me down on it then
Made me come, then you did again
and again

And you know yes you know all the right moves
to make me orgasm
in your warm embrace
Leave me weak at the knees as I spasm
I haven’t felt that way since I don’t know when

Smooth, soft, warm skin
I’m so excited and then you are in
Took you no time to know -
A few thrusts and then
I explode – I explode

And you know yes you know all the right moves
to make me orgasm
in your warm embrace
Leave me weak at the knees as I spasm
I haven’t felt that way since I don’t know when

And I know, I too know all the right moves
To blow your mind gently and
Make your whole day
Then we’ll do it again ‘cause you’re able
To do me again, baby, time after time

The first time – nice and slow
Second time – I hit the plateau
Third and fourth done with care
Fifth and sixth you still got me there
got me there

And you know yes you know all the right moves
to make me orgasm
in your warm embrace
Leave me weak at the knees as I spasm
I haven’t felt that way since I don’t know when
I haven’t felt that way since I don’t know when

And I know, I too know all the right moves
To blow your mind gently and
Make your whole day
Then we’ll do it again ‘cause you’re able
To do me again, baby, time after time

Favourite couch man gets me there every time…

Joyride

Thu, 23 Sep 2004 09:19:28 GMT

to the lyrics of Joyride by Roxette

oh blow, you fool, I want you
Come on join the joyride

I hit the couch out of nowhere
I had to jump on a boy
And be a rider in a love game
Follow his hard on
Don't need no Karma sutra
I got no bad positions at all

he's like a train going downtown
he's got a club in his pants
And she's telling all her secrets
cos kylie asked me to

he's the heart of the funfair
he's got me whistling his private flute

And it all begins on the couch
And he's all mine, my lusty friend

She says: oh blow, you fool, I want you
Come on join the joyride
Join the joyride

She's all naked, I can paint her
She's sticky wet with cum
We're a part of this together
Could always turn around and cum
Don't need no on-line movies
To know where my lucky pell belongs,
Oh no

Cause it all begins again on the couch
And we're all lusty friends

She says: oh blow, you fool, I want you
Come on join the joyride
Join the joyride
She says: oh blow, you fool, I want you
Come on join the joyride

Be a joyrider

ow!

I take you like a tiger
A feeling like you're savage
protection from the lady
coz I don't want a baby

She says: oh blow, you fool, I want you
Come on join the joyride
Join the joyride

Sat, 11 Sep 2004 13:26:35 GMT

*Names erased due to complaints*

(To the tune of Listen To Your Heart by Roxette)

I know there's something in the depths of the couch.
I get a motion from the cushions and springs, yea.
You've built a crust but that crust falls apart.
a little bit of wet patch starts to dry.

Listen to my couch
when it's calling for me.
Listen to my couch
it is snuggly with *******.
I don't know where he's cuming
and I don't know why,
but listen to your couch
before you tell him goodbye.

Sometimes I wonder if this lust is worthwhile.
The precious sperm they are all lost in my mouth, yea.
we're swept away and nothing is what is seems,
the feeling of fulfillment as you cream.

And there are stories
that need to be heard.
So much to mention
but you can't find the words.
The scent of seamen,
the beauty that's been
when love was wilder than the wind

Listen to my couch
when it's calling for me.
Listen to my couch
it is snuggly with *******.
I don't know where he's cuming
and I don't know why,
but listen to your couch
before you tell him goodbye.

Undress for some sex

Sat, 11 Sep 2004 12:49:58 GMT

(To the tune of Dressed For Success by Roxette)

Tried to make it little by little,
tried to make it bit by bit on the couch
I left a stain, to tell the story
of all the times where I got somebody's bone.
Whatcha gonna tell your partner? - oh oh oh
whatcha gonna tell Kylie? - I don't know!
Whatcha gonna tell your buzzy? - Let me go...

I'm gonna get undressed for some sex
hit the G for the big time, baby.
undressed for some sex
taking it in for your love yea yea yea.

I'm not afraid, cos Kylies not here,
you feel my breasts and I blow cum in your eyes
and in the dark things happen faster.
I love the way you thrust your hips into mine.
Whatcha gonna tell your partner? - oh oh oh
whatcha gonna tell Kylie - I don't know!
Whatcha gonna tell your buzzy? - Let me go...

I'm gonna get undressed for some sex
hit the G spot for the big time, baby.
undressed for some sex
Taking it in for your love.

Look sharp!