POLL: 9/11 Mosque Will Not Be Built!

[TheeGoatPig]

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[cloudy]

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[JackLuis]

For Ami, I know you'll love it.

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[amicus]

]I know it isn't a topic for national media. It should be up for debate by the building department and the neighbors within a 200 foot radius (maybe 500 foot depending on the local codes).

I know more than I look [/I]

~~~

Whether you think it should be a topic for national media, it is and has been for some time.

Cloudy's choice of a post defines her without a single word being typed.

Muslim Community Centers include a Mosque and Madrosat-ul-Islamiya (school of Islam), to repeat; there are no Muslim's within a mile of the proposed site and no need for a community center, school or Mosque.

So the reason to place it there is?

Amicus

 

[Dragonlipz]

Why are you wasting your time along with everyone else's tempers with a non-event like this?

Because this is his life: Stirring up shit or trying to. It doesn't matter whether there's any truth or not in any of it. He gets all of his 'news' from ClusterFox......where the truth is optional at best.....

The best thing any of us can do is to ignore his posts thereby exposing them for the inane rants that they are..........but here I am.....

 

[TheeGoatPig]

Ok, I found 911 New York! It's 20 blocks away from where you thought it was...
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Or did you mean Hoboken, New Jersey?
http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c65/theegoatpig/911hoboken.jpg

Why do you care what is built in Hoboken again?

 

[mrtomthumb]

like the tits and beer..but.

]....and worth considering. It is a shame that the mostly quiet Muslims who go about their business and simply want to practice their chosen religion and thrown in as terrorists...[/[/I]QUOTE]

~~~

Hello and welcome mrtomthumb, I am always the bad guy here, which you may hove noticed; and that is so because I demand truth and rationality in my exchanges with others.

Sharia Law an intrinsic part of the Koran and Islamic religious practices, advocates beheading of both the man and the woman for adultery. It also demands stoning to death of a woman who has sex outside marriage.

Further, Islamic customs relegates women in general, to slave status, with no rights as an individual.

This should be a slam dunk for any rational person and raises questions as to why the Left/Wrong advocates who champion women's rights to abortion, would be so tolerant of a truly evil religion.

Amicus

I am not saying there are not major modern problems with the treatment of women in these religions. Tolerance seems to be a problem with most religions..like Christians who today are probably a far cry from what Christ (if he existed) had envisioned.

Any true historian who dares to look back on Christianity will be faced with the truth that many were burned..butchered..tortured and cast out in the name of Christianity. Maybe Lennon had it right..take religion out of the equation..

 

[TheeGoatPig]

So the reason to place it there is?

Do you know how hard it is to secure real estate in Manhattan? Holy shitballs! you buy what you can where you can. And you better be ready to build the moment you get those permits, or you will have some other asshole trying to steal your land out from under you! And they have connections with the mayor, and things to beat up your non-union laborers! Oh noes! He's coming right at me with a pipe wrench! Ahhhhh!

 

[amicus]

I am not saying there are not major modern problems with the treatment of women in these religions. Tolerance seems to be a problem with most religions..like Christians who today are probably a far cry from what Christ (if he existed) had envisioned.

Any true historian who dares to look back on Christianity will be faced with the truth that many were burned..butchered..tortured and cast out in the name of Christianity. Maybe Lennon had it right..take religion out of the equation..[/QUOTE]

~~~

I'm sorry, but to foist off modern day Muslim atrocities with a history of Christianity don't get it with me.

I am and always have been an atheist and in my willful youth, laughed at the thought of anyone still believing in some fuzzy faced omniscient being out there somewhere; but, they still do, by the billions.

Because half the population has an IQ barely sufficient to allow them to be potty trained, and since it will most always remain that way, I doubt one can rationally rule religion out of the equation.

Islam is an example of ancient depravity that any rational person should oppose in every way possible.

Amicus

 

[amicus]

Do you know how hard it is to secure real estate in Manhattan? Holy shitballs! you buy what you can where you can. And you better be ready to build the moment you get those permits, or you will have some other asshole trying to steal your land out from under you! And they have connections with the mayor, and things to beat up your non-union laborers! Oh noes! He's coming right at me with a pipe wrench! Ahhhhh!

~~~

Yes, as a matter of fact, I do, I asked Donald (Trump) about his Townhouse, but I didn't like the view and the wiring was really old.

Kind of a double-edged sword, your argument, if the $ per square ft price in Manhattan is so high, why would anyone want to put a non profit building there?

I know the answer and you should.

Amicus

 

[mrtomthumb]

I am not saying there are not major modern problems with the treatment of women in these religions. Tolerance seems to be a problem with most religions..like Christians who today are probably a far cry from what Christ (if he existed) had envisioned.

Any true historian who dares to look back on Christianity will be faced with the truth that many were burned..butchered..tortured and cast out in the name of Christianity. Maybe Lennon had it right..take religion out of the equation..[/QUOTE]

~~~

I'm sorry, but to foist off modern day Muslim atrocities with a history of Christianity don't get it with me.

I am and always have been an atheist and in my willful youth, laughed at the thought of anyone still believing in some fuzzy faced omniscient being out there somewhere; but, they still do, by the billions.

Because half the population has an IQ barely sufficient to allow them to be potty trained, and since it will most always remain that way, I doubt one can rationally rule religion out of the equation.

Islam is an example of ancient depravity that any rational person should oppose in every way possible.

Amicus

ok..so you are smarter than everyone else and in your Divine wisdom other religions are just for the harmless "simple" people who can just manage using the bathroom by themselves. Islam is an evil depraved army set forth to destroy the other harmless, foolish religious people that you look down on. Is that about right?

do these people you are speaking for know the contempt you hold for them?

 

[amicus]

ok..so you are smarter than everyone else and in your Divine wisdom other religions are just for the harmless "simple" people who can just manage using the bathroom by themselves. Islam is an evil depraved army set forth to destroy the other harmless, foolish religious people that you look down on. Is that about right?

do these people you are speaking for know the contempt you hold for them?[/QUOTE]

~~~

If you are looking for a reason to dislike what I Post, I suppose that will do as well as any.

Yes, I occupy the top percentage point in the intelligence quotient game, sue me. A pity have I offended your religious sensibilities; but any educated, rational person in the 21st century that still believes in santa claus, the tooth fairy, angels and demons, deserves to belong to a Union that will fleece them like a church does.

Contempt? I suppose they do, in a sense. I did Talk Radio for twenty years and needed security guards to keep the peaceful xtians at bay; they did manage to get a shot off through the studio window and paraded around now and then; but I just took it all to the bank, thank you.

But...I don't have the contempt for the less advantaged that the progessives do; they milk the poor for every cent they can and pay them back with promises they can't fulfill.

Now..if you are smart enough to be on this forum in any way other than a Porn Star, showing your ass to the perverts, let's hear it!

I remain:

Amicus

 

[cloudy]

Yes, I occupy the top percentage point in the intelligence quotient game, sue me.

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Perhaps you should learn to master the quote function before you try to convince someone that you're actually intelligent.

Best fucking laugh I've had all day.

 

[Stella_Omega]

Allow me to suggest something better to do with your ... mind.

...Shirley buckled the same assortment of leather cuffs to Mark and snapped a short leash to his collar. Holding him at heel, she made him crawl to the sling. Marilyn's aroused scent filled his nose. He leaned forward and ran his tongue slowly up her puffy, engorged labia. He flicked her clit with the tip to make her gasp.

"That's my good toyboy," Shirley murmured, "We want her good and sloppy. Make her scream and moan, Marky, and get her good and wet. We want no rawness tomorrow, hers or yours."

Marilyn's taste and scent were familiar to him, indeed they were. But the sensation of hairlessness was new, exotic. He rubbed his face against her crotch and the inside of her thighs, reveling in the smoothness. Yes, Shirley was right. Marilyn was going to have a waxing account added to the family budget.

He covered her pussy with his lips, sucked gently and began to lick. Marilyn began to moan. The moans gave way to whimpers until she screamed and spasmed, making the sling bounce and swing chaotically.

When she calmed down, Shirley commanded, "Do her again, Mark, and again until she begs you to stop. Then we'll bang her 'til she faints."

By the time Marilyn yelled for him to stop, Mark's knees were sore. Shirley really ought to install thick carpets in the sling room, he decided, if she was going to keep her playthings on all fours. Bare floors and bony knees were a bad combination!

When he leaned back, Shirley wiped his face with a warm damp cloth. It smelled just a bit of lime. "And now, darling, we're going to hoist you up as well. Come along. Now lay down on the sling." She and Hercule put his feet into stirrups, tethered his wrists to the top chains and touched the switch. There was a hum and Mark felt himself picked up off the floor and swinging gently with his knees apart and his shoulders low.

What will happen next, I wonder?
http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=479979

 

[amicus]

http://bestsmileys.com/lol/18.gif

Perhaps you should learn to master the quote function before you try to convince someone that you're actually intelligent.

Best fucking laugh I've had all day.[/QUOTE]

~~~

You missed a good Glen Beck show today, dearie; he made the case for Native American's actually being human...but, he attributed that to God and the Hebrews, whose written language he said they copied. You might get a rerun in your time zone, but hurry!

Beck is dumb as a rock, but amusing, I regret I cannot say the same for you.

ami

 

[Stella_Omega]

Ooookay, I know you can't wait to read more...

"And now comes the fun part, honey. I'm going to put this nice thick blindfold over your face. And do you know why? You're going to get fucked, Marky, fucked a lot. Your ass is going to be worked over. And you will have no idea who's doing it! I love this. Will you just get pegged by Mistress? How about Mistress and Marilyn? How about a good gay-guy fucking by hubby, here? He really is bi, you know, and finds healthy young men just as sexy as healthy young women. Not that I think it will bother you right now . . ." She gave his quivering, taut hard-on a loving stroke. "I think you'll enjoy whatever happens tonight. After all, your prostate won't know if it's being stoked by a cock or a dildo." And then she left him be.

Music played. It began with a deep, steady drumming and then an oboe joined in along with bells. The music sang of smoky night clubs and strong, thick coffee. It told of ancient dances in tents on the desert and on marble floors in opulent palaces. The incense grew stronger and he heard Marilyn moan. A large, warm hand wrapped around his phallus and began to stroke in time to the beat. It might have been Hercule but Shirley was a tall, strong woman and her hands were in scale. Marilyn yelled in orgasm.

The hand went away and he heard the top of a plastic bottle pop open. A finger rimmed his anus spreading slick goo around it. The finger came back and pressed a gob of the lubricant onto his pucker and then inside. Round and round it went, spreading the lube and stretching, relaxing his sphincters. A second finger entered him. Were they large enough to be Hercule's? They were certainly too big to be Marilyn's. Besides, she was gasping and whimpering to the slap of flesh.

The slapping stopped. The music was just loud enough to cover any footsteps that might indicate two people changing places. So he really had no idea whether the next set of fingers, three this time, belonged to his first ravager or not. Again a hand circled his manhood. This time it was slippery. The other hand spread his cheeks and pressed fingers inside him once more. Mark groaned. Each time the hand ran down his shaft the fingers within his rectum stroked his prostate. It felt so good! He squirmed, trying to get his assailant to go faster. The only response was a whispered chuckle. Did Mark detect a French accent in the laughter? He couldn't be sure. It was hard to pay attention under the expert ministrations.

The hands left him. Marilyn gasped. "It's so big! Ow! Oh!" She's being buggered, he thought, but is it by Shirley's new dildo or Hercule? A blunt object touched his ass. It seemed awfully large. Two hands pressed down on his thighs and the object spread him easily open and slipped inside. I'm getting fucked! Who is it? A warm belly pushed against his buttocks and one hand left his thigh and returned to his cock. Up, down. In, out! The music kept its slow sensuality. Again Mark tried squirming for release and again it did no good. The motion became hypnotic and he relaxed into a semi-conscious state of pure pleasure. It seemed that as the evening wore on whoever was enjoying him would slip out and go away for a moment only to either return or be replaced. It didn't matter. Desire gave way to luxury and then to a low-level, steady orgasm. Finally, he blacked out.

Mark woke up to bright morning light shining through sheer curtains. He looked around and found that he was in a large, ornate canopy bed in a room with a definite Victorian flavor. Marilyn was sitting in a large bargello-patterned wingback chair next to him. She held a coffee cup in a saucer and smiled as she sipped.

http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=479979

 

[mrtomthumb]

ok..so you are smarter than everyone else and in your Divine wisdom other religions are just for the harmless "simple" people who can just manage using the bathroom by themselves. Islam is an evil depraved army set forth to destroy the other harmless, foolish religious people that you look down on. Is that about right?

do these people you are speaking for know the contempt you hold for them?[/QUOTE]

~~~

If you are looking for a reason to dislike what I Post, I suppose that will do as well as any.

Yes, I occupy the top percentage point in the intelligence quotient game, sue me. A pity have I offended your religious sensibilities; but any educated, rational person in the 21st century that still believes in santa claus, the tooth fairy, angels and demons, deserves to belong to a Union that will fleece them like a church does.

Contempt? I suppose they do, in a sense. I did Talk Radio for twenty years and needed security guards to keep the peaceful xtians at bay; they did manage to get a shot off through the studio window and paraded around now and then; but I just took it all to the bank, thank you.

But...I don't have the contempt for the less advantaged that the progessives do; they milk the poor for every cent they can and pay them back with promises they can't fulfill.

Now..if you are smart enough to be on this forum in any way other than a Porn Star, showing your ass to the perverts, let's hear it!

I remain:

Amicus

well there it is. the anger and hate....thats all I wanted to see. that is the core of Your religion.

BTW I am an atheist too shit for brains..I just don't think I am better than everyone else. On that note..as you hold contempt for this site also....why are you here? Nobody wanted to listen to your senseless rambling at 3 am in the Siberian community center lounge?

I mean talk radio...

sometimes trolls should go wait under the bridge where they belong...

I was truly curious as to your concern with this issue and then the hate and fear started...that is a waste of my time so I won"t feed into it anymore.

I will leave in saying it is not the best idea I ever heard to build this mosque.....but thats not really the point is it?

 

[Stella_Omega]

well there it is. the anger and hate....thats all I wanted to see. that is the core of Your religion.

BTW I am an atheist too shit for brains..I just don't think I am better than everyone else. On that note..as you hold contempt for this site also....why are you here? Nobody wanted to listen to your senseless rambling at 3 am in the Siberian community center lounge?

I mean talk radio...

sometimes trolls should go wait under the bridge where they belong...

I was truly curious as to your concern with this issue and then the hate and fear started...that is a waste of my time so I won"t feed into it anymore.

I will leave in saying it is not the best idea I ever heard to build this mosque.....but thats not really the point is it?

MRTomThumb, you may have realised by now that the person you are talking to can't quite manage a human level of conversation. You can see by the number of posts he's made, that he's well-versed in posting-- if he wanted to speak like a human, he probably could.

He doesn't care. He is what is technically called; a troll. You are totally wasting your time (and our forum space) by attempting to engage with this man-shaped maggot. At least, that's the opinion of many people here.

Come along, enjoy the erotica! That's what this forum is here for. What's your favorite category?

 

[cloudy]

Ooookay, I know you can't wait to read more...

http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=479979

or, perhaps this:

He began kissing his way down my body, paying minute attention to each dip and valley. I tangled my hands in his hair; wrapped it around each finger as if it were a line to keep me from drifting away. He urged my thighs apart by kissing the insides, and then startled me by biting them...hard. Putting his mark on me.

Almost reflexively, my thighs separated, and my legs bent up towards my chest. I felt Kelly's breath on my already wet pussy, then his tongue, lightly stroking and probing. He hooked his arms under my knees, forcing my legs up higher and wider. He slowly pushed a finger into me, while sucking my clit between his lips, and I arched my back, wanting more.

He added another finger, and fucked me slowly, flicking his tongue against my clit. I began rocking my hips, encouraging him. My breath started to come in gasps. My grip in his hair tightened and I pulled his face into me. He picked up the pace with both his hand and his tongue, fucking me hard, sucking on my clit and then flicking it roughly with his tongue.

I arched my back almost impossibly high, and came with a groan, drenching his face. Kelly pulled himself back over me, my legs still hooked over his arms and entered me slowly. My pussy clenched hard around him, and he pushed home, holding me still, obviously enjoying my spasms.

Leaning down to kiss me, punishing my mouth with his, he started a slow, sensual rhythm with his hips. I pushed back against him, wanting more, trying to urge him on, and he knew it. I felt a chuckle against my neck, and he said, "Soon." His teeth pressed against my neck where it joined my shoulder, and he bit me hard enough to bruise.

Kelly rocked back, up onto his knees, releasing my legs. His hands went to my hips, gripping me hard up against him, and began fucking me hard. Riding me. I held his arms for leverage and fucked him back, rocking to get as much of his cock inside me as I could.

He slowed for a moment and I groaned in frustration. Looking me in the eye, he almost growled, "What do you want?"

"Oh, god, Kelly....just fuck me, please!"

Placing my legs over his shoulders, he fucked me hard, impossibly hard, his balls slapping my ass. His breathing was as harsh as mine. It was almost painful, until he pushed me past the pain into incredible pleasure. I felt I would black out for a moment and through the haze I saw him throw back his head and almost roar when he starting to come.

 

[amicus]

Hate? Anger? Point it out, well, of course, you cannot because I expressed neither.

You could rightfully accuse me of a slightly bemused or askance glance at the Trolls that descended on my thread to divert attention from the content, a usual, 'usual suspects' ploy when they lack the intelligence to reply, as you do as well.

And the content is a yes or no concerning the construction of an Islamic Monument near ground zero of the 9/11 terrorist attack by Islam.

It is pathetic; they don't know why they support the project, as usual, they just 'feel' that it is an issue they should be sympathetic to.

Faced with a rational discussion they revert to cocks & pussies and really ugly women as a retort. Do th ey think no one can see their intellectual bankruptcy?

If they knew shame, they would feel it.

Amicus

 

[Stella_Omega]

or, perhaps this:

He began kissing his way down my body, paying minute attention to each dip and valley. I tangled my hands in his hair; wrapped it around each finger as if it were a line to keep me from drifting away. He urged my thighs apart by kissing the insides, and then startled me by biting them...hard. Putting his mark on me.

Almost reflexively, my thighs separated, and my legs bent up towards my chest. I felt Kelly's breath on my already wet pussy, then his tongue, lightly stroking and probing. He hooked his arms under my knees, forcing my legs up higher and wider. He slowly pushed a finger into me, while sucking my clit between his lips, and I arched my back, wanting more.

He added another finger, and fucked me slowly, flicking his tongue against my clit. I began rocking my hips, encouraging him. My breath started to come in gasps. My grip in his hair tightened and I pulled his face into me. He picked up the pace with both his hand and his tongue, fucking me hard, sucking on my clit and then flicking it roughly with his tongue.

I arched my back almost impossibly high, and came with a groan, drenching his face. Kelly pulled himself back over me, my legs still hooked over his arms and entered me slowly. My pussy clenched hard around him, and he pushed home, holding me still, obviously enjoying my spasms.

Leaning down to kiss me, punishing my mouth with his, he started a slow, sensual rhythm with his hips. I pushed back against him, wanting more, trying to urge him on, and he knew it. I felt a chuckle against my neck, and he said, "Soon." His teeth pressed against my neck where it joined my shoulder, and he bit me hard enough to bruise.

Kelly rocked back, up onto his knees, releasing my legs. His hands went to my hips, gripping me hard up against him, and began fucking me hard. Riding me. I held his arms for leverage and fucked him back, rocking to get as much of his cock inside me as I could.

He slowed for a moment and I groaned in frustration. Looking me in the eye, he almost growled, "What do you want?"

"Oh, god, Kelly....just fuck me, please!"

Placing my legs over his shoulders, he fucked me hard, impossibly hard, his balls slapping my ass. His breathing was as harsh as mine. It was almost painful, until he pushed me past the pain into incredible pleasure. I felt I would black out for a moment and through the haze I saw him throw back his head and almost roar when he starting to come.

yeah, I like a good rough sex scene! I like me a tough, strong dame who can take it.

I know a lot of slash writers who feel that women don't want to fuck lke that, only men-- despite the fact that they are women, and they're the ones with the fantasies that are being written if you know what I mean...

 

[cloudy]

yeah, I like a good rough sex scene! I like me a tough, strong dame who can take it.

I know a lot of slash writers who feel that women don't want to fuck lke that, only men-- despite the fact that they are women, and they're the ones with the fantasies that are being written if you know what I mean...

Actually, that's from one of the first stories I ever posted here (no longer up, though).

 

[amicus]

You appeal to but a few fellow perverts; to the larger reading audience, "I fucked her harder..." defines not only your lack of writing ability but your lack of depth of imagination in verbal descriptions of the sex act.

But you posted for all to see; I would prefer not to have that kind of trash on my thread, thank you.

Amicus

 

[Stella_Omega]

Well, here, from a bit o' fan fiction nonsense that will never be finished; Captain Jack Sparrow's daddy, Teague, carouses with a pair of whores. P'raps with POTC 4 upcoming I'll regain some interest in writing in this hobbydom once more.

"Stab me, you're a frisky pair," Teague said, and his head was alongside Dulcey's attending to Hester's other shoulder, his hands on her waist to hold her up. Dulcey got her hands there as well, pulled at Hester's skirt, and, when that had fallen in a pool of blue around her ankles, tugged the chemise off entirely, and Hester's milky curves were laid all bare. Teague held her away, looking up and down with avid eyes. Dulcey stood aside watching Hester, pliant and swaying in the man's hands, her eyes already glossed, the oniony smell of her arousal perfuming the room.

Teague pulled her in, took her mouth. Dulcey stepped behind her, bracing her back, and the girl writhed between. "That's it darling," Teague's voice had gone to a growl. Hester's leg came up over his elbow. His eyes looked over the white shoulder into Dulcey's. "Not feelin' left out are ye?"

"Nay sir," Dulcey said breathlessly. Her hands went to the wide satiny buttocks, and one slid under, into Hester's sticky wetness to find the captain's hand well into the warm cunny. His eyes widened to feel her touch on his fingers, and sparked when she pressed in alongside him.

"Ooh, 'tis so-" Hester threw her head back across Dulcey's shoulder, and Captain Sparrow took advantage of the sweet curve of the neck, while Dulcey turned in to nuzzle Hester's ear, until the girl shook and shuddered, sobbed and laughed, kept standing only by the agency of the captain and Dulcey. Captain Sparrow lifted his head, and Dulcey felt his hand leave hers behind in the wet heat. Hester lifted- Teague hoisted her easily, and carried her to the bed, laying her down delicately as if she were a grand lady.

"Rest, my dear, eh?" he chuckled. Then he turned and Dulcey felt the full impact of his dark eyes- Jack's eyes, but older, more knowing. "You're an interesting bit," Teague murmured in Dulcey's ear. His hands divested her of chemise and skirt, and took possession of her corpus in much the same way- she couldn't help remembering- that his son did. Teague licked and caressed, all heat and need, until she squirmed against him, regretting the rough cloth she touched.

"Ye're still clothed, Captain Sparrow, mightn't you like..?"

"Would you like that?" he said as breathlessly as if she were a fine lady.

"Oh, aye, lovie, you're a fine figure of a man," Dulcey said, "And you can't be at your ease in all your finery, can you?"

"Oh, no indeed, he can't," Hester said, and leapt up from the bed.

Teague spread his arms, as if to say do with me as you will and the lasses took a matter of moments to divest the man of every ornate, brocaded, lacy stitch, revealing, under it all, a strong, slight body. Teague was so similar in form to Jack that it made Dulcey blink. The father boasted the roseate tan of a fair man, unlike his son's coppery darkness, more hirsute in his limbs and had a homely, English cast to his face that made Jack seem utterly foreign. But the long slender torso was much alike, the fine dark cockstand, the sweet clench of muscle atop each thigh likewise. Teague Sparrow carried a longer history on his skin, of scars and inked mementoes than young Jackie did.

Dulcey stroked her finger over a long white line that stretched from shoulderblade to shoulderblade before she pressed herself against the warm skin writhing into him as Hester met his mouth; There was a humming purr and Dulcey thrust her hands around front to feel his yard sliding between the other girl's legs. She applied her lips to the nape of his neck behind the thick tail of hair.

Teague sighed, grinned, stretched, offered himself to the attentions of the two whores, who led their prize to the bed and cast him down upon it, pulling and tugging, chuckling and kissing, to arrange him to their liking.

"Wot's your pleasure, Captain?" Dulcey asked, but didn't wait for an answer; drawing Hester with her, she mouthed a shoulder, with Hester mirroring her on the other side. Together they travelled down, while the man's rough hands stroked and clutched, and his breath caught in his chest at the nipping and suckling and handling they subjected him to.

"Seems t' me," Teague gasped, "Seems t'me that me- uh- me pleasure ought come a bit sooner, ye teasin' bitches." He caught at them, trying to direct their attentions towards that particular part of him that was most impatient. Hester winked at Dulcey, and Teague cursed as they let their tongues glide right past, onto his fine-haired legs.

 

[amicus]

I have an upcoming thread: Obsession, Compulsion, Exhibitionists and Control Freaks, OCECF Disorders, that I plan to Post, just for you...