I'd call you a halfwit, but that is giving you WAY too much credit.
I don't take credit, jack...
...only cash, or free rent in weak minds.
Ain't that right, Leaksmith.
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I'd call you a halfwit, but that is giving you WAY too much credit.
A shame you weren't using voice to text to continue the theme.
I don't recall stating that you are that "very cool woman" I posted of.
And here I thought I'd finally made it.
so I blame all of this on you!
now it's ten grand? when killswitch first came up with the story I think it was two.
If Manu wanted you to shot him up with an 8ball, if you had his full consent, would you do it because you love him and want to please him...
...or, because you love him and want to do what's best for him, would you flat-out say NO - even though he'd manage to get it done some other way?
P.S. Last night I was inspired by this thread. When I told the abusive monster that he shouldn't slap my bottom because I don't like it, in or out of the bedroom, he let out a roar of mockery, turned me over the sink and did things that reddened every imaginable cheek on my body.
When will it ever end??
You equate spanking with injecting potentially lethal amounts of poison? Maybe spankings were different at your house.
But seriously - no, I wouldn't do that. I wouldn't inject him with drugs, or saw his leg off, or mutilate kittens, or tie a noose around our necks and jack off together in the closet a la Carradine. And he wouldn't do that to me. Heck, he won't even slap my face because he's not comfortable with that, and that's fine with me. It's not fun if it isn't fun for both.
There are things I fantasize that I'll never get to do because I'm with him and he's not down with it. And there are probably things he'd like to try that I'm not totally down with. Again, that's fine with me.
But every once in a while asking my partner of 20+ years to hold me down and fuck me hard wherever he feels like fucking me - how is that harmful to me or him? Sure, my ass, etc. is usually pretty sore the next day, but it heals. And I kind of like that sort of sore.
Pics or it didn't happen.
I understand...
...you believe A can = B, C, D, and/or whatever, that truth must abide contradiction else there is no such thing as truth at all, that "reality" is relative to whatever each individual wishes theirs to be, that Bambi doesn't have to die, and that Vogue is a tool of the male-commanded society which demands women get plastic tits and rubber lips for its own enjoyment.
I'd ask you if you've ever been unconsentually abused in your life...
...but since I am professionally intimate with the collective facts of that general matter and already know the answer, and a very cool woman has already informed me this week that she doesn't really get anything out of being slapped in the face, yet she accepts it because it makes him happy, I won't.
So, if you don't mind: whatever else you may've intended to offer in explanation why there's really nothing wrong with the "right" guy slapping you in the face, or beating and bruising you - or you slapping or beating and bruising him...
...just share 'em with the B, C, D, and/or whatever bozos who also get off with absolutely no common decency regard for the reality that billions and billions of women and men are suffering miserably every minute of every day in great, apathetic part because such depravity just happens to be accepted here because it's "consensual".
In truth, that registers as little to me as a poster on this site who'd insist he'd never have a molesting thought about his daughters, let alone literally molest them, as they were growing up, but who unashamedly and openly admits that as soon as they're old enough to - wait for the magic word - consent...
...they're fair meat to him.
What a cargo boat full of absolute bullshit.
Just out of curiosity, Laurel:
If Manu wanted you to shot him up with an 8ball, if you had his full consent, would you do it because you love him and want to please him...
...or, because you love him and want to do what's best for him, would you flat-out say NO - even though he'd manage to get it done some other way?
P.S. Last night I was inspired by this thread. When I told the abusive monster that he shouldn't slap my bottom because I don't like it, in or out of the bedroom, he let out a roar of mockery, turned me over the sink and did things that reddened every imaginable cheek on my body.
When will it ever end??
That is hot.
Your avatar confuses me. I thought you were a kitty.
I don't really put an entire night's worth of coke that might explode your brain and a closet of autoerotic asfixiation in the same boat. Those are vastly different examples.
You equate spanking with injecting potentially lethal amounts of poison?
Maybe spankings were different at your house.
The way your mind works is fucking terrifying.
Geezus...
...ridiculous much?
My point, in that specific example, was consent...
...and the OP is about getting off from smacks in the face.
Now, you can go off untangetly again if you need to and mommy-school once more about whatever floats whomever's boat, who are we to judge, whatever adults want to do behind closed doors, etc, etc, etc...
...but there are concrete, psychologically practical reasons why you don't get off by getting smacked in the face or Manu doesn't get off from you consenting to him to bruise and beat you.
And I strongly present to you that if those detrimental psychological differences weren't valid, you and Manu would be beating the sexual fvck out of each other constantly.
Was the emotional hyperbolicism you offered in your post above...
...a staple "at your house"?
You'd be terrified by a unicorn with two horns, child.
That wouldn't be a unicorn, though. That's be a bicorn. Right?
If you really think she's the only human being to ever enjoy stuff that's not physically/psychologically good for them, then you don't know many human beings, or read much about human beings. That's what people do - stuff that's bad for us.
That wouldn't be a unicorn, though. That's be a bicorn. Right?
Could be just a goat too.
The way you so naturally pull your own sh!t out of your azz, and then so mindlessly present it as if it could be anything else...
..makes it a good bet that you and vetteman are identical twins.
Oak Tree Boy talks a lot of gruff game, but if an actual pegasus flew down from the skies in front of his desert outhouse right now, I'm fairly certain he'd be shitting his safari shorts wondering if Zeus was marking him for smiting.
I'm gonna call all goats "bicorns" from now on, though.
I don't take credit, jack...
...only cash, or free rent in weak minds.
Ain't that right, Leaksmith.