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not feeling myself tonight.
here's a pic.
there were supposed to be more.
but there isn't.
I am sorry.

~y.



Christ .... you are raw sexuality.... your mind drips with it ...

you don't need more shots... this one speaks volumes...
 
The color photo with the reflection in the mirror.... so tantalizing (Notices that your pants and briefs are down :devil:.:kiss::kiss::kiss: )

Now I want to crawl into bed with you....

Indeed! While in the process of cropping out the part of the pic I felt like sharing I thought to myself... would they rather see a blurry fuzzy pic of my not quite yet hard and rather unimpressive cock during the beginning stages of masturbation... or would they rather see a blurry tiny reflection of me holding up my camera in the mirror?

It makes me glad to know I have chosen correctly.
 
Hi y.... Hope you and wifey had a hot V-Day... Lucky Bitch... ;)

you know... every time someone mentions how lucky my wife is I want to get all humble and say some romantic whimsy warm-fuzzy shit like... "no... I'm the lucky one." and pontificate the beauty and merits of my wife.

but you know what? Not only have I already done so in the past (least... I'm pretty certain I have) there's plenty of this thread left to do it later on in the future... So yeah! I served that bitch right fucking nice. And I'm not talking about romantic soft focus type serving... I'm talking about four fingers up her asshole, tongue lapping at her clit, other hand pinching-pulling-twisting her nipple, cock/gash thrusting, sheet-wetting, six-to-eight climactic shots of sperm deep into her bruised womb type of servicing.
 
you know... every time someone mentions how lucky my wife is I want to get all humble and say some romantic whimsy warm-fuzzy shit like... "no... I'm the lucky one." and pontificate the beauty and merits of my wife.

but you know what? Not only have I already done so in the past (least... I'm pretty certain I have) there's plenty of this thread left to do it later on in the future... So yeah! I served that bitch right fucking nice. And I'm not talking about romantic soft focus type serving... I'm talking about four fingers up her asshole, tongue lapping at her clit, other hand pinching-pulling-twisting her nipple, cock/gash thrusting, sheet-wetting, six-to-eight climactic shots of sperm deep into her bruised womb type of servicing.

Lol, and here I was nervously hoping you wouldn't misinterpret my use of the word bitch... Silly me!!
And damn! Spoken as only you can!
 
I served that bitch right fucking nice. And I'm not talking about romantic soft focus type serving... I'm talking about four fingers up her asshole, tongue lapping at her clit, other hand pinching-pulling-twisting her nipple, cock/gash thrusting, sheet-wetting, six-to-eight climactic shots of sperm deep into her bruised womb type of servicing.

that'll do.

:)
 
but you know what? Not only have I already done so in the past (least... I'm pretty certain I have) there's plenty of this thread left to do it later on in the future... So yeah! I served that bitch right fucking nice. And I'm not talking about romantic soft focus type serving... I'm talking about four fingers up her asshole, tongue lapping at her clit, other hand pinching-pulling-twisting her nipple, cock/gash thrusting, sheet-wetting, six-to-eight climactic shots of sperm deep into her bruised womb type of servicing.

Some girls just get lucky I guess.
 
Lol, and here I was nervously hoping you wouldn't misinterpret my use of the word bitch... Silly me!!
And damn! Spoken as only you can!

fuck yeah!
I know you all have this hate/love/admiration/jealousy/intrigue thing
of the woman
who has hold of me
who reaps
the rewards
of my
passionate sensuality
focused emotional tendencies
and errant lustful rage...

Of the woman
who sees me
moved
by a falling leaf
brought to tears
by a song
and needs to
excuse himself
because of so...

Of the woman
I hurt
when I mean not to
I love
when I don't know it
and wish to touch
while we are touching...

Of the woman
who I frustrate to no end
with my directionless ambivalence
and uncertainty
and fear
and self-doubt...

Of the woman
that kicks me in the balls
and tells me to pull my shit together
when I need to
which is way more fucking often
than I feel she should have to...

Of the woman
I
rape with my mind
and
love with my heart
touch
with my eyes...
who's voice
I hold
when reading her
texts
emails
notes scribbled
on the backs of receipts
prior to dashing off to work...
her lyrical penmanship
waltzing my eyes
into thoughts
of when she comes home.
 
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fuck yeah!
I know you all have this hate/love/admiration/jealousy/intrigue thing
of the woman
who has hold of me
^^^ very true! And not for nothing... I liked the last part... Don't second guess yourself.
 
fuck yeah!
I know you all have this hate/love/admiration/jealousy/intrigue thing
of the woman
who has hold of me
who reaps
the rewards
of my
passionate sensuality
focused emotional tendencies
and errant lustful rage...

Of the woman
who sees me
moved
by a falling leaf
brought to tears
by a song
and needs to
excuse himself
because of so...

Of the woman
I hurt
when I mean not to
I love
when I don't know it
and wish to touch
while we are touching...

Of the woman
who I frustrate to no end
with my directionless ambivalence
and uncertainty
and fear
and self-doubt...

Of the woman
that kicks me in the balls
and tells me to pull my shit together
when I need to
which is way more fucking often
than I feel she should have to...

Of the woman
I
rape with my mind
and
love with my heart
touch
with my eyes...
who's voice
I hold
when reading her
texts
emails
notes scribbled
on the backs of receipts
prior to dashing off to work...
her lyrical penmanship
waltzing my eyes
into thoughts
of when she comes home.


I knew you were a closet romantic -very witty, a bit perverted, intense, raw, dark and passionate person but a romantic nonetheless.


You are both lucky people to have each other....

Do you have a twin brother?;):kiss:
 
Where has this thread been hiding? I can't subscribe fast enough. Your pics and words have fried my brain. There goes that term paper - the rest of the semester is completely shot for me.

Not only is the subject matter great, but I love the way you play with the camera and the color settings.

I'm going to join the ranks of the many admirers on here who say that you have a lucky wife. Lucky neighbors too - I'd crash my car backing out of the driveway if I caught a glimpse of you doing yard work like that.
 
^^^ very true! And not for nothing... I liked the last part... Don't second guess yourself.

I like the part where you were like... "OMFG! YOU... YOU'RE... YOU'RE HERE... LIKE... FUCK! Seriously... hold on... I didn't actually okay it with my husband for me to suck your cock because... well... I thought it was all just internet talk and didn't actually think you were serious about coming to NY to visit. But now you're here and he's in the shower yet... I'll go ask right now. What? What's that? Your wife's in the car and on her way up and you... you think it would be hot to see her and I and my husband all in the shower together lathering each other up... watching my small delicate hands slide up her torso, cupping her dense heavy breasts while she grinds her thick ass against the front of my husbands hips... watching his hot hard-cocking fuck-shaft squeeze it's way between the cheeks of her soapy ass... it's tender belly caressing her taught asshole while I fight the deep urge to feel her beautiful lips against my own, the urge to feel our tongues touch... watching me fight my weakening knees as her hands cup my breasts, her fingers curving into my flesh taking hold of my tits and manipulating the tissue of my erect nipples buried deep below the soft fabric of my feminine skin causing my clit to hum and tingle to a degree that causes my desires for her to hurt so meaningfully within me that I'm not aware of you jerking off... of my husband behind her slowly sinking the head of his swollen cock between the folds of her engorged labia..."

but I'm a little biased because I find half the shit I say not at all interesting, and quite honestly, rather pompous.
 
I knew you were a closet romantic -very witty, a bit perverted, intense, raw, dark and passionate person but a romantic nonetheless.


You are both lucky people to have each other....

Do you have a twin brother?;):kiss:

fuck that lame ass shit.

It was early... my sensibilities were not yet with me.

An error I will not repeat but most likely fucking will because... fuck... because the variousness of myself all hate each other and they all do what they can to make the other(s) look profoundly stupid.

and no. no twin brother
 
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fuck that lame ass shit.

It was early... my sensibilities were not yet with me.

An error I will not repeat but most likely fucking will because... fuck... because the variousness of myself all hate each other and they all do what they can to make the other(s) look profoundly stupid.

Damn you have multiple personalities!:D

Wow so if we hooked up it would be like a gang bang?
;):rolleyes::devil:
 
Where has this thread been hiding? I can't subscribe fast enough. Your pics and words have fried my brain. There goes that term paper - the rest of the semester is completely shot for me.

Not only is the subject matter great, but I love the way you play with the camera and the color settings.

I'm going to join the ranks of the many admirers on here who say that you have a lucky wife. Lucky neighbors too - I'd crash my car backing out of the driveway if I caught a glimpse of you doing yard work like that.

where have I been hiding?
you joined lit like... last month ago. You're on the fucking Santa Maria of newly minted ampic'ers to land upon the weather beaten rocky shores of this here thread. I almost feel as if throw a party of some sort in your honor.

seriously. I'm not joking.

another thing I'm not joking about... and which you reminded me... was the fact that I DID in-fucking-deed crash my car backing out of the driveway today... and not because I caught a glimpse of my manly, yet subtly boyish good looks in the mirror. Nope... sheer inattentiveness made me crash my car. Got too close to the neighbors metal fence post while backing out. Took the passenger side mirror right off the fucking car.

No damage to the fence post because that fucking thing is made out of fucking kryptonite or some crazy shit and buried probably down to the nickel fucking core of the earth because that things ALWAYS being hit, struck, scraped, backed into, battered, and all around abused by either myself or our neighbors upstairs from us while backing out of the driveway.

best part was... my wife's reaction when she went to get in. The closer she got to the car the slower she walked. I could fucking feel the gears turning in her head and hear her thoughts as she was trying to wrap her all-that-is-rational mind around the fact that a moment ago there was a mirror there... and now... in such a monumentally short period of human existence... the mirror was no more.
 
where have I been hiding?
you joined lit like... last month ago. You're on the fucking Santa Maria of newly minted ampic'ers to land upon the weather beaten rocky shores of this here thread. I almost feel as if throw a party of some sort in your honor.

seriously. I'm not joking.

another thing I'm not joking about... and which you reminded me... was the fact that I DID in-fucking-deed crash my car backing out of the driveway today... and not because I caught a glimpse of my manly, yet subtly boyish good looks in the mirror. Nope... sheer inattentiveness made me crash my car. Got too close to the neighbors metal fence post while backing out. Took the passenger side mirror right off the fucking car.

No damage to the fence post because that fucking thing is made out of fucking kryptonite or some crazy shit and buried probably down to the nickel fucking core of the earth because that things ALWAYS being hit, struck, scraped, backed into, battered, and all around abused by either myself or our neighbors upstairs from us while backing out of the driveway.

best part was... my wife's reaction when she went to get in. The closer she got to the car the slower she walked. I could fucking feel the gears turning in her head and hear her thoughts as she was trying to wrap her all-that-is-rational mind around the fact that a moment ago there was a mirror there... and now... in such a monumentally short period of human existence... the mirror was no more.

Oh damn. Sorry to remind you about that. Are you going to get out the duct tape or just say, "fuck it" you didn't need that mirror anyway? More importantly, did the wife decide to throw caution to the wind & get in or did she suggest that maybe you sit this drive out?

You're right though. It's me who's late to the game. I don't deserve a party, but if one is thrown I'll show up anyway. I'll even spring for booze.

One thing that I forgot to mention about your pics - and this isn't going to come out at all how I want it to - is just how well you set them up. Some of them, particularly the black & white ones, go beyond sexy. The contrast of light & shadow, the positions you're in, the definition of your body - not just the abs, but even down to the veins in your arms - all add up to just great pictures of the human body.

I hope that makes some sense.

And I'm sorry for your mirror loss.
 
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