The Lechery Thread

Is lechery BDSM/CWUS? Not per neccesity, but I have lechery and I also have CWUS so I guess that makes it a topic.

Lechery. Say it and let it roll off your toungue. English accent is best. Chicks can have it too these days! What is more pervy than the lecherous monk for example? Or The Lecherous Professor ?

Yes, lechery is cwus. It is objectification of another and desire to use them to satisfy one's own lusts.

In order to really enjoy lechery, one must have a modicum of that Puritanical spirit, I believe. which I have in spades thanks to certain of my fore fathers who colonized these shores long ago. One despises one's own lechery, the humiliation of lust. Somehow that makes it all the sweeter--or, that's how it is for me, anyway.

I'll tell you a tale of everyday lechery. Last weekend I was hieing me to the greengrocers to purchase seeds and stems for my stew, when I passed on Broadway a stunningly confident looking woman of perhaps Indian or Bengali descent, but Westernized. She had a shiny black mane down to her ass cheeks and a tight, colorful summer's dress. In a flash, I knew I had to turn around and see if I could catch her wearing thong panties. This kind of thing is compulsive with me. I walk fast and I turned without stopping.

Then two things happened simultaneously: I saw her magnificent, pantherlike haunches--the only proper word for them, haunches made for crouching and springing; and they were bisected by the glorious line of a g-string thong! And I felt a flash of sheer LECHERY that made me go faint--and scarcely had my medulla oblongata, my lizard brain begun to process this lecherous wave, and to instruct my body to stop, turn and drool openly, when G-d smote me upon the ear so hard that I was stopped dead in my tracks and clung to a wall with flashing spots in my vision.

He had not used a thunderblot, but had arranged for the lengthwise end of a steel tube supporting the end of a store awning, running parallel to the pavement about 6 feet up, to be in the path of my onrushing ear as I turned. The classic walk-into-a-lamppost scenario.

And thus I chuckled to myself as I nursed my wounded head. For it is written in the good book that the wages of sin, and so forth.

Yes, LECHERY. It is a scarlet whore. I was standing about outside with some young indie rock chaps that I beat the drums for and I turned all the way around to watch the progress of a girl with fine ass. They were staring at me. THe bass player said "I've never seen a white man do that before".

THought I to myself, you need to get out more, chappies.

That's what I have to say right now about lechery--a multifarious subject.

Another post that's better than the whole damn story section.

Can someone tell me what CWUS stands for? I have never seen it in the library or any other place.

Xelebes said:

Can someone tell me what CWUS stands for? I have never seen it in the library or any other place.

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Yes, I've not seen it either.

Me three... please educate this subbie.

rosco rathbone said:

Then two things happened simultaneously: I saw her magnificent, pantherlike haunches--the only proper word for them, haunches made for crouching and springing; and they were bisected by the glorious line of a g-string thong! And I felt a flash of sheer LECHERY that made me go faint--and scarcely had my medulla oblongata, my lizard brain begun to process this lecherous wave, and to instruct my body to stop, turn and drool openly, when G-d smote me upon the ear so hard that I was stopped dead in my tracks and clung to a wall with flashing spots in my vision.

He had not used a thunderblot, but had arranged for the lengthwise end of a steel tube supporting the end of a store awning, running parallel to the pavement about 6 feet up, to be in the path of my onrushing ear as I turned. The classic walk-into-a-lamppost scenario.

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Heh I'm afraid hee I didn't haw make it ~snort~ past the last heh paragraph hee above.

It's one of those words you can roll around your mouth and tongue to appreciate. Think of Sean Connery, or perhaps Ian McKellon as they pronounce it, just as if they were prouncing a sentence.

Lechery!

Guilty. Actually, I'm not much of a babe spotter (it's true.) But some of the most fun I have ever had was going around Sydney and babe-spotting for my lover.

"Look at that one, babe" she would say. And I would point in the opposite direction. "No, look at HER!"

Nothing quite like watching a cute woman getting all excited and horny over some pervable babe.

So women, feel free to be lecherous as well. Lechery -- it's not just a guy thing!

CWUS

I did a search on the term CWUS, and I could only find two references. In both. rosco uses the term but without explaining at all what it might be.

So looks like some new terminology from Mr rathbone, awaiting explanation.

From google:

Cable & Wireless, US
continuous-wave ultrasound
Canandaigua Wine
"Course Work Units"
Learn To Skate Basic Skills Tots Bridge Program Compete With US 2004 Silver Blades CWUS 2004
Consumer Watch US
And various references to Golf, Ontario Weather, the US Patent Office, and a variety of mallard (duck).

FungiUg said:

So women, feel free to be lecherous as well. Lechery -- it's not just a guy thing!

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We knew that already.

I'm still curious over that CWS thing too. Glad to hear it wasn't just me.

Cunt watching up skirt?

Can we use submissives?

Canes, whips, urine, scat?

FungiUg said:

It's one of those words you can roll around your mouth and tongue to appreciate. Think of Sean Connery, or perhaps Ian McKellon as they pronounce it, just as if they were prouncing a sentence.

Lechery!

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You are right on. The Sean COnnery accent is perfect.

Has anyone sounded more lecherous than Ian Anderson singing "Aqualung" and "Cross Eyed Mary"? THe fact that he is bald with ponytail is perfect.

Ah yes.. Lechery does affect the ladies too. I had a moment of lechery last spring. It involved a track meet, a sprinter, and her really really great legs...

sigh..

Lechery in art

I entitle this one "A Lecherous young gnome with Magic boots and dogs bollox pursues an idealized female form across a monotonous landscape"

Lechery, you say?

I have those moments. The urge to scope a perfect female or male ass, my eyes bugging out as I gaze unabashedly at their perfect forms.

It's never a quick glance or a hidden look. No. That would be too easy. Instead it is the quick turn, the long look, imagination running wild with the thought of tight bodies, bent necks, beneath my hand.

Ah, such a grand tradition. I have lechery down to an art form.

Public Cryer

hear ye hear ye

The lord mayor has put forth a proclamation, that, henceforth, all lechers apprehended by the sheriff and his men in London Town, will recieve 10 lashes upon their bare bottoms in Town Square and be confined to the stocks for a fortnight's chastisement.


ten bells and alls well

hear ye hear ye

Thank goodness for dark glasses, then.

I vote for

Cruel, Weird, & Unseemly Sex.

runner up

Cunts Want Unbridled Sadism.

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another thought

Consensual Weird and Unusual Sex

Lechery--
I remember learning the word, with its peculiar lascivious flavor.

It's connected, of course, to libertinism, which had its thread a while back.

Lechery sounds more disgusting and dissolute.

Both have the suggestion of unscrupuousness, the willingness to take advantage--- the cardinal sin of bdsm and this forum.

I remember a Jeanne Moreau film where she's a maid {Added: Diary of a Chambermaid}. I picture the French maid, in uniform, getting cornered by the dissolute old 'master' of the household. I have an image of her calf-high, laced, black boots. I seem to remember that she got a bit of sadistic delight in his groveling.

A lecher, you see, will grovel or whatever it takes, to get to the goal. Just a greedy hedonistic mouth.

Yeah, Ian Anderson! He has the perfect lech's vocie. One of the few singers I've heard who can make a realistic lip-licking sound in the middle of a song. And he had the DOM (Dirty Old Man's) laugh down pat, which is not haha or heehee or hoho, but a low, cynical "heh heh heh" chuckle.

More lecherous singers, people!

I can't think of many at the moment so I'll nominate as a sort of pale second to Aqualung the Hal Lovejoy Circus oddity "Hot Pants." The words are sexy and they're sung with feeling but the singer has a youthful girlie-man quality to his voice that negates the lecherous effect a bit. He sounds like he could be almost as pretty as the girl he's lusting after, which reduces his lech value considerably.

Ian Anderson doesn't have that particular problem, luckily enough.

--Taint

This just became my favorite thread.

1)Today, my friend and I were driving back from picking up his wife and kids at the daycare/workplace (she in a different car) and we were talking about the hottie who worked in the daycare facility...I said, "I'm such a lech," describing not just my reaction to this particular woman but to women in general. He agreed, and confessed, also.
2) There's a sublime moment of lechery in the song "Love In An Elevator" by Aerosmith...it's hard to spell, but it's where some woman says, "Good morning, Mr. Tyler; going down?" And then Steve Tyler does this amazing "chuckle...hmmm" thing.

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Peregrinator said:

where some woman says, "Good morning, Mr. Tyler; going down?" And then Steve Tyler does this amazing "chuckle...hmmm" thing.

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You have an eye for lechery I see

welcome aboard

Y'know, old Ian was lousy with the stuff.

"Hunting Girl"

One day I walked the road and crossed a field
to go by where the hounds ran hard.
And on the master raced: behind the hunters chased
to where the path was barred.
One fine young lady's horse refused the fence to clear.
I unlocked the gate but she did wait until the pack had disappeared.

Crop handle carved in bone;
sat high upon a throne of finest English leather.
The queen of all the pack,
this joker raised his hat and talked about the weather.
All should be warned about this high born Hunting Girl.
She took this simple man's downfall in hand;
I raised the flag that she unfurled.

Boot leather flashing and spurnecks the size of my thumb.
This highborn hunter had tastes as strange as they come.
Unbridled passion: I took the bit in my teeth.
Her standing over --- me on my knees underneath.

My lady, be discrete.
I must get to my feet and go back to the farm.
Whilst I appreciate you are no deviate,
I might come to some harm.
I'm not inclined to acts refined, if that's how it goes.
Oh, high born Hunting Girl,
I'm just a normal low born so and so.


"Velvet Green"

Walking on velvet green. Scots pine growing.
Isn't it rare to be taking the air, singing.
Walking on velvet green.
Walking on velvet green. Distant cows lowing.
Never a care: with your legs in the air, loving.
Walking on velvet green.
Won't you have my company, yes, take it in your hands.
Go down on velvet green, with a country man.
Who's a young girls fancy and an old maid's dream.
Tell your mother that you walked all night on velvet green.
One dusky half-hour's ride up to the north.
There lies your reputation and all that you're worth.
Where the scent of wild roses turns the milk to cream.
Tell your mother that you walked all night on velvet green.
And the long grass blows in the evening cool.
And August's rare delight may be April's fool.
But think not of that, my love,
I'm tight against the seam.
And I'm growing up to meet you down on velvet green.
Now I may tell you that it's love and not just lust.
And if we live the lie, let's lie in trust.
On golden daffodils, to catch the silver stream
that washes out the wild oat seed on velvet green.
We'll dream as lovers under the stars ---
of civilizations raging afar.
And the ragged dawn breaks on your battle scars.
As you walk home cold and alone upon velvet green.
Walking on velvet green. Scots pine growing.
Isn't it rare to be taking the air, singing.
Walking on velvet green.
Walking on velvet green. Distant cows lowing.
Never a care: with your legs in the air, loving.
Walking on velvet green.

TaintedB said:

Yeah, Ian Anderson! He has the perfect lech's vocie. One of the few singers I've heard who can make a realistic lip-licking sound in the middle of a song. And he had the DOM (Dirty Old Man's) laugh down pat, which is not haha or heehee or hoho, but a low, cynical "heh heh heh" chuckle.

More lecherous singers, people!

I can't think of many at the moment so I'll nominate as a sort of pale second to Aqualung the Hal Lovejoy Circus oddity "Hot Pants." The words are sexy and they're sung with feeling but the singer has a youthful girlie-man quality to his voice that negates the lecherous effect a bit. He sounds like he could be almost as pretty as the girl he's lusting after, which reduces his lech value considerably.

Ian Anderson doesn't have that particular problem, luckily enough.

--Taint

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ZZ Top "La Grange", naturally. for that sinister, lecherous chuckle.

The ZZ's sound almost cocky about it.

Ahem. More about girly girl lechery.. Cause someone got me thinking about The Girl last night..

So I'm a track meet. I've done my thing, I'm lounging about the stands, watching the finals of the 400 m relay. The "final' final comes due...

There at the end of the track, in the opposing teams colours is a girl. Tall, lean like a greyhound, great breasts, dark luscious skin, gleamingin the sun.. She's running the anchor leg..

She gets the baton and comes bounding down the track like some animal, a lean machine bearing down on herd of some cute fuzzy creatures. Legs pumping and arms flailing and breasts heaving and sweat sheening her skin.

They win, and she comes to a halt right in front of us, breathing hard, black eyes snapping in the sun.. sigh I just wanted to climb over the fence and do all sorts of pervalicious things right out in the open in a totally non pc way. Do things that would scare the horses, if indeed there were any around to scare..

GTM

Lechery - The advance form of personal voyeurism.

I remember being a victum of lechery once when I had just got done finishing my basic training from the marine corps. I was young dumb and full of cum and had a rock hard body. The situation was I needed to get a hair-cut. I was engaged to be married to my now present wife. We stopped into one of those instant malls and there was a beauty salon.

SO we went in and I walked up to the counter and spoke to the lady about a hair cut. I really wasn't paying much attention and didn't notice this woman just leching the shit out of me up and down. My soon to be wife noticed though, and freaked out. She actually reach acrossed the counter and took a swing at this lady(missed) and called her a bitch(lol). LMAO I had no clue as to what the hell was going on, but I grabbed my wife by the waist and up over the shoulder she went kicking and screaming as I carried her out of the place.

I turned around as we went out the door and saw a wicked sexy grin on the lady's face. She was still doing it!

When I got out side I waited till my wife calmed down then set her on the ground, and asked her what the hell was that all about.

Damn if she wasn't all pissed off still. She paced a few times then basically blurted out.."That bitch was looking at you like you were a piece of candy. She could see I was right there! fucking nerver of her!"

It finally dawned on me what happened(yeah I know pretty damn slow on the uptake).

I remember how I felt. Felt pretty dam good that someone took one look at me and had deliciously evil thoughts. It was then I learned a secret to lechery which I added to my arsenal. I am always lechery-ing my wife in public to make her blush. We'll be sitting in a resturant and making small talk, then I will lock eyes with her as she is talking away, and begin thinking of all the ways I want to violate her. She's learned to tell when I am doing it now, and every time, she turns red and makes the psssss(flat tire sound) and says stop that! But I know that deep down she feels what I felt that day, and usually she shows it at home the first chance she gets.

So I don't know if lech-ing your own wife qualifies, but I know, I like it alot.