Wit & Nipples 🍒

[Cybmorg]

Should I bend over the pew or would you prefer me on the alter?

Yes x 2

 

[ycym]

Should I bend over the pew or would you prefer me on the alter?

Is this a picture request?

 

[SpicyBean99]

Yes x 2

I guess you’ll be expecting me to take communion on my knees too? And would it be sacrilegious if I finished every single drop?

Ok I’m going to stop.

 

[Jaws82]

I guess you’ll be expecting me to take communion on my knees too? And would it be sacrilegious if I finished every single drop?

Ok I’m going to stop.

Confess your sins my child

 

[desperado1089]

Ok I’m going to stop

Please don't

 

[SpicyBean99]

We have be blessed

Confess your sins my child

I think if I confessed my sins, I would set on fire.

 

[Cybmorg]

I guess you’ll be expecting me to take communion on my knees too? And would it be sacrilegious if I finished every single drop?

Ok I’m going to stop.

If you carry on I’ll be attending midnight mass-turbation

 

[ycym]

I think if I confessed my sins, I would set on fire.

I thought you burn for us?

 

[Jaws82]

I thought you burn for us?

And lo Bean doth sacrificed herself in the name of her followers

And on the 3rd day she rose some cocks

 

[Dalton59]

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Spicy beans Tipsy Thoughts and Ramblings

I was just sat thinking… and I wanted to share some of my thoughts, some of my inner ramblings. Because why the fuck not. Sonder( by definition: is the feeling of realising that every other individual you see has a life as full and complex as your own, with their own thoughts, experiences, and stories.). We’re all here, hundreds of thousands of different types of people; horny, lonely, curious, choosing as and when to enter in and out of this beautiful and erotic online ‘carnival’.

Sometimes I find myself wondering about the people behind the usernames and avatars. Not in a creepy, “I need to know everything about you” way, but in a very human way. Because as much as we all interact, flirt, play, and connect, most of us are doing it through a version of ourselves we’ve chosen, (or needed) to construct.

I just think there’s something so fucking fascinating about that.

Some of you might be using Lit as a place to express desires or parts of your personality that don’t get airtime in your day-to-day “normal” life. Maybe you’re not so confident in the “real world” and being here allows you to explore a more carefree side to your personality. Maybe you’re in a relationship or a marriage that doesn’t allow room for your actual preferences…Maybe you’re exploring sexuality in a way that isn’t “safe” to do offline. Maybe you’re just bored or unfulfilled in your current reality and this is an outlet. Or maybe, just maybe, you’re horny, and that’s okay too.

And then there’s the social layer: the not so silent validation, the power dynamics you may build with other users, the ‘attention economy’. It’s hard to ignore how those things shape our behavior here. It’s performance, yes, but not necessarily fake. Often, these “masks” we put on aren’t fabrications. They’re extensions of ourselves. Ways of figuring out who we are outside the constraints of daily life, societal roles, or personal obligations!

So when I say I often wonder about the people behind the characters, I mean I respect the complexity. (Sonder)

I’m so very, very aware that you’re (the people reading this & interacting) are not just what you present here.

None of us are.


THOUGHT and rambling number 2.

I’ve always believed that behind every seemingly innocent or conventional person, there’s a version of them that’s deeply perverted in the best possible way. Some people are just better at ignoring that part of themselves. But I can’t help wondering how suffocating that must be. To constantly repress something that is hardwired into you. To be afraid of a desire simply because it doesn’t fit what society finds palatable. So what if you fantasise about being peed on? About being “kidnapped” by a masked man and taken deep into the woods? So what if you fantasise about your cock being used by a dominatrix for hours on end? But the idea of actually doing it scares you? Why? Because people might not approve? Because it’s “weird”? Right. Well, in my humble opinion, enjoy the hollow satisfaction of staying within the lines. Enjoy knowing that one of the most instinctive, human things we’re capable of (sexual exploration) is something you’ve decided to treat like a threat instead of a possibility.I feel…well… bad for you.

And THAT ladies and gentlemen is why I freaking love this place, it doesn’t make space for repression, it allows us to express and be who we want! Anyway, ramblings, random thoughts done. Hope you found some of it at least a little interesting, I know it’s not half as enticing or interesting as nudes or my butt and tits … but nevertheless!

Beautiful lady

 

[SpicyBean99]

Beautiful lady

Thankyou kind sir!

 

[Fred6969]

Isn’t it papa? Daddy would be hot though.
So… like…do I get on my knees because you’re the Pope, or because you like being called Daddy?

Yes.

 

[B_mossy24]

OMFG you guys I'm cackling at this pope/Catholic speak!! My aunt is a nun and celebrating her jubilee last year and in a speech one nun said "God has a *perverse* sense of humor" and all the nuns giggled. That's when I realized they're DEFINITELY all lesbians together.

 

[PageWriter2]

Oh, and whilst on the topic of ‘thoughts’, I thought, I’d leave this here again. For those that maybe want it

The curve of her bare breast filled my palm, and we both made a noise of pleasure. I tweaked the hard bead of her nipple, loving the way her lids fluttered as her lips parted. She arched into the touch, her head tilting to the side. I kissed my way along her neck, pinching that sweet nipple, tugging it.

 

[Cybmorg]

The curve of her bare breast filled my palm, and we both made a noise of pleasure. I tweaked the hard bead of her nipple, loving the way her lids fluttered as her lips parted. She arched into the touch, her head tilting to the side. I kissed my way along her neck, pinching that sweet nipple, tugging it.

Those things could fill a 4 man tent, never mind a palm!

 

[firefox27eros]

Oh, and whilst on the topic of ‘thoughts’, I thought, I’d leave this here again. For those that maybe want it

Always, anytime and anywhere!

 

[SpicyBean99]

Those things could fill a 4 man tent, never mind a palm!

They’re 34 dd and fit perfectly into an average males hands

A smaller man with smaller hands may struggle

 

[hotcpu]

They’re 34 dd and fit perfectly into an average males hands

A smaller man with smaller hands may struggle

And they are spectacular !!!!

 

[firefox27eros]

They’re 34 dd and fit perfectly into an average males hands

A smaller man with smaller hands may struggle

If it is not fit in hands a mouth always helps!

 

[JedNtheMtns]

Oh, and whilst on the topic of ‘thoughts’, I thought, I’d leave this here again. For those that maybe want it

Thank you, SB!

 

[ycym]

They’re 34 dd and fit perfectly into an average males hands

A smaller man with smaller hands may struggle

A gf of mine say her titts grow since I touched them. And they realy did...

 

[vibes]

I’m not religious either, but isn’t it hot that the Italians call the pope Daddy?

For what it's worth, you're mistaken: daddy in Italian is papà, whereas Papa can only mean the successor of Christ from the Greek word pappas which means father (different from daddy although it may be the same person) as much as in English he is called Holy Father, the reference is merely religious

 

[firefox27eros]

A smaller man with smaller hands may struggle

Maybe struggles but never complains just compliments!

 

[urbangentleman]

Oh, and whilst on the topic of ‘thoughts’, I thought, I’d leave this here again. For those that maybe want it

It is always welcome. I’m a fan of your body and your mind. Question: Tributes: Welcome? In the thread or DM? I’ll confess I was thinking about your general hotness earlier

 

[urbangentleman]

Good morning boys, ladies…

I could really use a lazy morning, the kind where we stay tangled in bed, limbs heavy, warm skin pressed together as the early sun filters through the curtains. You’d hold me close, squeezing my in, your breath soft against my neck, one hand wandering lower down to my clit until I start to squirm under your touch. You’d kiss down my body slowly, waking me up with your mouth, making me moan into the mattress as your tongue brings me over the edge.
Following my sleepy orgasm, you would flip me onto my stomach and slide into me, quick and deep, your hands gripping my hips as you fuck me, deeply.
Afterward, I’d wander downstairs, still completely naked, you, of course, follow. I begin to make a pot of coffee, but as it brews, I slide myself up onto the kitchen counter, spreading my legs for you. I’d be dripping still, swollen from everything you did to me upstairs. I’d lock eyes with you, cocking my head, and smiling. You crouch down, using my legs to balance yourself. And my thighs begin to tremble around your face as I grind down on your tongue, using you, using your mouth. I come once more with a sharp cry, hips jerking, toes curling on the edge of the counter. Once I stop shaking as much, you stand and grab the back of my neck, turning me around. I let you. You slide in quickly, I’m so wet it makes an obscene sound as you pull in and out of me, faster and faster. You pull out just in time, your hand wrapped tight around your cock. One sharp grunt, and you’re spilling all over my ass. Hot, thick, cum dripping down my butt cheeks and my inner thighs.

We forget about the coffee.

Yes nudity and sex all over the house >coffee