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It's between a snort and a snicker. And personally, I think the snerk is getting a mite friendly with that snicker.
 
It's between a snort and a snicker. And personally, I think the snerk is getting a mite friendly with that snicker.

I think it's actually rather close to a snurfle, which is downright familiar.
 
One has just realised Champ was taking my comment entiiiiiiirely the wrong way and gets a smacked bum for her impudence
 
Do you think folks will realise my new poem is testicular? I showed some other folk and was inundated with replies about well um plums! They didnt realise and I was creased up about the innocent comments
 
......and other portions?

Why, yes, indeed. I have smacked many, many parts, portions, and bits. Done quite a number of other interesting and enjoyable things as well.

I've large hands and I've heard good things about them. There's a thread devoted to pictures of hands, and I've a few pics there. The computer mouse demonstration photo pair is a popular one.

ETA: Someone almost always wonders, so here you go:

A standard, unsuspecting Logitech mouse, probably not too unlike in size to the one on your desk

When Hands Attack.
 
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Do you think folks will realise my new poem is testicular? I showed some other folk and was inundated with replies about well um plums! They didnt realise and I was creased up about the innocent comments

I'm thinking I might add "testicular poetry" to the topics list on that first bistro post. It's about time to add to the challenges... and testicular is just an excellent word.

Tonight, I'm thinking, it's time to cut loose and blow off a little steam. So here's what I'm thinkin':

Friday Night Shenanigans at the Bistro


A Drag Show!


A poetry slam! Topic: Bisexual orgies!

Calder's Amazing Circus!

I'm thinkin' music by these guys.

I'm pourin' already. Let's go.

bj
 
A poetry slam! Topic: Bisexual orgies!
in the bathhouse
second time ever there - tonight

the other time to watch, but
to try my first cock - tonight

I sit there naked
cocks all around - tonight

walking, setting, leaning, yearning
cocks all around - tonight

I sit there naked
he walks up to me - tonight

I'm a white cock-virgin
his black cock now in my face - tonight

now
together - tonight

later we lightly touch
as we pass one-another in the shower-room - tonight

:kiss:

that is about how it happened - that night
:D


sorry to post and run, I'll return on the morrow
 
in the bathhouse
second time ever there - tonight

the other time to watch, but
to try my first cock - tonight

I sit there naked
cocks all around - tonight

walking, setting, leaning, yearning
cocks all around - tonight

I sit there naked
he walks up to me - tonight

I'm a white cock-virgin
his black cock now in my face - tonight

now
together - tonight

later we lightly touch
as we pass one-another in the shower-room - tonight

:kiss:

that is about how it happened - that night
:D


sorry to post and run, I'll return on the morrow

o HELL yeah.

my first bisexual orgy (golly, what an interesting phrase) wasn't an orgy at all. The two guys were so into each other that I just sat, fully clothed, in a corner and watched quietly.

that was really okay with me too. Really really okay with me. o yeah.

bj
 
I have led a sheltered life
my most dangerous
thrill ride
was to show those pilots
on their prelanding pass
exactly how white
my panties were, against
the grass down
by my feet up in the air
over his shoulders
I could see their O2 masks
making O shapes
over their mouths.
 
Digs out an old one about MY experience!

I lay back upon the pillows
and watch you being licked
tasted then engulfed.
The pained look then
surprised excitement
from the first time
taken for my fantasy,
as I play to orgasm
seeing your delightful
hardness springing
till you moan, all else
forgotten in ecstasy.
 
Testicular? Okay.

'Mind in a spot where there is no thought'

I can do this.
I can do this.
I can do this.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Tight, get TIGHT.
Hands on, right spot?
Breathe.
I can do this.
I own this.
Go.
BreatheBreatheBreathe
UP!
Slide the foot,
not too fast.
Wider, wider.
Breathe. Breathe.
Big air.
TIGHT.
Sit back hold the spine big air hips then knees hips then knees stay tight
fuck this is heavy
grip it tight knees out hips hips hips tear it apart eyes bugging out chest wants to burst
Depth? Yeah?
PUSHPUSHPUSHPUSHPUSHPUSH
Slam it on the pins and roar my bloody exultation to the uncaring lights
 
*fans self*

indeed. very steamy. Been a lot of that in here lately.

I can see I've got to start another fridge post right quick.

**

So driving in to the bistro today my thoughts, naturally, turned to boobies.

Breastesses. Sweater meat. The two scoops of happiness.

So it's chicks in the locker room time now: what do you think of yours? Are they rare teacup miniatures or a fabulous medieval snack tray, or somewhere in between? Would you change them if you could do so safely and painlessly? If you could trade with anyone else for a day, would you, and with whom? Did you have a lover who made you feel especially good, or particularly bad about them? Ever name them?

And for the men: what are your favorite slang terms for the Torso Toys? Or you could write a poem about boobies. Or pearl necklaces.

Just a random set of thoughts for a random sunny day.

I'll even put banana splits on the menu.

bj
 
Rope circles her breasts
Lines and wraps tangle her chest
Nipples are pleasured

--

They stand forth proudly
Swaying lush before my eyes
I burn to feel her

--

My hands find softness
Darkness gives slight modesty
Eyes are not needed

--

Step in behind her
Travel the arc of her ribs
Repose in mountains
 
Rope circles her breasts
Lines and wraps tangle her chest
Nipples are pleasured

--

They stand forth proudly
Swaying lush before my eyes
I burn to feel her

--

My hands find softness
Darkness gives slight modesty
Eyes are not needed

--

Step in behind her
Travel the arc of her ribs
Repose in mountains

They're fun to write, arent they? I especially like that last one of yours. It reminded me of this poem, which eagleyez wrote.

Tree Line
by eagleyez©

The gates of wrath
Some powerful wine
Made under tenderfoot and
Danced down Blake alleys
Visioned beneath Satori storms
And nuzzled between informations.

Oh chest
Oh eyes
Ribs
Thighs-

Crumbled, we
Became
Pillars
Ashed
Up
In
Tiny mountains.

Sacred, those
Mounds
Your
Holy
Timberline.
*************************

~Sigh~

:rose:
 
Here's a snip from one of my favorite Steeleye Span songs, The Weaver and the Factory Maid:

O pleasant thoughts come to my mind
as I turn down the sheets so fine
and I see her two breasts standing so
like two white hills all covered in snow.

yum.

bj
 
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