The Exhibitionist In Me

Lance Hardrock said:

Do you mind if my stick slips into your box?

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I don't know much about hockey, but it seems there is a term, " a man in the crease", that always sounded sexy to me.

In football there is the "tight end" and the "wide receiver"! I know some women who could play those positions.

In baseball, I always prefer the "Grand Slam"!

In basketball I prefer the "Power Forward" and the "Shooting Guard"!

There's a lot I may not understand about sports, but I know what I like!!!

And, dear Lance, your stick is WELL CUM in my box anytime!!

Lady Damona said:

Sneaking into the stands. . .this game looks quite interesting. . .

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Decides the stands looks more interesting ... Walks up and joins Lady Damona, engaging in some delicious spectator sports

Good to see you again.

Sky

The Duke of Oral said:

The idea of watching others or being watched makes me so lewd and nasty that I could probably talk last week into cumming back. I've got the perfect video for mutual masturbation as a matter of fact.

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sigh, well I gotta go, but I'm always willing to cum back some other time.

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WELL CUM, Duke.

Thanks for sharing. From your description the video seems like one I would enjoy watching with my new hubby. Then we could recreate the scene ourselves.

The Duke of Oral said:

The idea of watching others or being watched makes me so lewd and nasty that I could probably talk last week into cumming back.
>snip<
sigh, well I gotta go, but I'm always willing to cum back some other time.

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Hello Duke of Oral ...

That is one hot video you describe. Yes, watching, being watched while masturbating is a powerful scintillating experience. Mmmmmm.

Thanks for sharing ... and do CUM again.

Sky

Dirty Show - Friday Night's Opening

I'm reposting this one for anyone who might be interested. As you might know there was a Blip on Lit so some posts were lost.

DIRTY SHOW - DETROIT ... Friday Night's OPENING ...

Drawing a capacity crowd, in total an eclectic gathering as diverse and near as daring as the gallery's 200 exhibits, Friday night's Opening was unquestionably a Bouncing, Bulging success. Yes, make that upper-case "B" in both counts. Can't say I've seen so much black electrical tape in one evening, in the form of teeny "x's" covering the nipples on all those voluptuous breasts in the crowd.

The event ... staged in an old run-down industrial district, held in a respectable space nonetheless, converted years ago to a two-level ballroom. For most, the shock factor started before entering the gallery/ballroom, choosing curbside valet service in spite of its whopping $10 charge.

Clearly, though, it appeared everyone enjoyed this plunge into the scintillating. The juried gallery, exhibiting painting, drawing, sculpture, furniture, glasswork, and photograph works from artists as far away as Italy, from sweet-subtle to shocking-raunch, and everything between, surely offered something to capture the mind and tease the "inbetween" of everyone there.

I had the opportunity to catch up with a few people I know in real life and to speak at length with Liem Taliesin, the editor of Moist Magazine, as we took in the crowd, the whole scene ... what a delight.

Some Highlights from FRIDAY NIGHT'S OPENING ...

A trio of cheerleaders replete with classic pleated short skirts, and pom-poms of course, shakin' 'em wildly as they belted out cheers lest anyone not notice their perky topless presence.

The lanky zebra-painted twins, drawing wide-eyed double takes as they sauntered by in their g-strings sporting long swishing horsetails over their "tails."

This cute package-of-a-woman working the crowd in a large foil-covered box, cutouts for her arms and head, with a hinged front panel, offering $1 private peepshows of her supple tits.

I'll admit, I was a gaga smitten with this petite dark-skinned woman, one of the servers in black stilettos, seeing her smile so graciously as she strolled, her adorable little breasts bouncing with each awkward step, with these skimpy black panties near falling off her sweet snug little ass. Yes, she was an absolute delicious sight for this man, and I'm glad she appreciated my telling her so.

The few men daring enough to parade around in nothing but a thong drew long stares, mostly from women checking out their "packages."
Hmmmm, do I take a cock or pair of tits ...
Offered as a little nibble, an apt treat after feasting on the artwork, and all that exposed skin, a long table heaping with little cream-puff cocks and tits. Cream filled of course.

A piece of nostalgia ...
There were vintage soft-porn movies rolling all evening, offered as a backdrop for the Opening, projected on the large screen behind the stage. They appeared to be from the late 50's. While the black and white action was rather tame by today's standards these movies nonetheless offered a compelling "distraction," even with audio track muted. Would truly be profane to colorize these flicks.

In an interesting twist ...
You know those little photo-booths found in malls, arcades, and such, where you and a friend or three cram in, close the curtain, drop in a few quarters, get goofy, and in a minute this strip of little pics starts spitting out? Well, targeting especially those who have always wanted some ... eh, "respectably dirty" photos of their own, a very private screened-off space, room for one, two, or, more, equipped with digital camera and color printer, tended by this man-woman team. Obviously not for the sort of photo memento one would be posting above their desk at the office.

In a "cute" moment ...
While I lingered in the photo gallery, taking opportunity to strike up conversation with those receptive visitors seeming to take interest in my entry, "To Scent Her Arousal," this one couple walks up, young man and woman not more than in their mid 20's. After a lingering gaze the man offered, "It's a very erotic image, this close-up of his face in the shadows kissing her face." His woman-friend chuckled, pointing out to him with such gentle grace, "Hon, that's NOT her face." The reaction in HIS face ... priceless!

Now if I were much the drinker (watching that woman make a lemon disappear) ...
I still would have been tempted to skip those lines at the cash bar. The lines weren't THAT long, really, it's just I had spotted the lemonade stand. With a sign reading "Bounce and Squeeze Fresh Lemonade," well, I figured I'd be enjoying lemonade this night. Yes, I'll not forget the unabashed smile of that topless woman behind the stand, wearing these teeny frilly panties and a smile as glorious as the majesty of her full-figured woman-next-door-body. How refreshing to see the free joy she took in preparing this fresh squeezed drink, especially when bouncing away shaking up the ingredients. I discovered she is quite the magician too, as I watched her make a lemon disappear right in front of my eyes, placing it between her most-ample tits then squeezing them together with her hands.

I left early, a bit after midnight, driving home my head spinning with that "sensory overload of dirty delights" promised by the show's producers. It was good to be home with my luv. And after all, as a man, you can only go on for so long with a raging erection before something has to give.

Sky

Dirty Show - Detroit - Saturday's Gala

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SATURDAY, THE GALA ...

Word was the vice squad had paid a friendly visit. So the scene was a little tamer this evening ... but not dress-wise, including the unmistakable presence of more people drawn from the flamboyant crossdressing, gay, and lesbian communities.

In a moment of excitement, for me, I received word my photo sold. This is the first piece of art I've ever offered for gallery display, anywhere.

Choice music selections provided the backdrop for the evening. What more appropriate piece for setting the mood at a Valentine's celebration than Frank Zappa's "Give me your dirty love," huh?

On Stage ...
The two sets scheduled offered live stage performances and antics spanning cute to raunchy: Dirty poetry readings, a BDSM bitch lighting up the bare ass of a willing audience volunteer giving him a bent-over paddling I'm sure he'll never forget, a novelty toy auction, a few flesh-to-flesh women-on-women skits, and the scintillating revues from local upscale strip-clubs, including Hell's Belle's.

My turn on stage ...
Well, how many times a year do you get the chance to get a little naughty on stage sharing a deliciously dirty poem with a few 100 people watching? I had come dressed in boots, jeans and opened silk shirt, with "Be Mine" red bondage cuffs dangling from my belt. Cued to go on, I walked up, nervous, standing there for a moment with my sweet-sizzling BSDM piece "Be Mine, Valentine" in hand, purposely avoiding looking at the topless women in the crowd (didn't want to be popping a boner right then and there), before proceeding to take off my belt so I could hold the cuffs up as my prop while reading. Obviously, hearing a few "hoots" and "take 'em off's," this had led some women to believe they'd be seeing a bit more of me. Not one quick to disappoint, I immediately unfastened my jeans, letting them fall to my ankles, flashing them my red velvet thong-clad ass as a read the poem. It was a thrilling edgy moment, a surreal timeless experience. But from the response I could tell, all-in-all, the crowd loved it.

THAT AFTER-IT'S- ALL-OVER COMEDOWN ...
I'll be looking forward to next year's Dirty Show. In the mean time, so you know, I'm looking for opportunities to drop my pants reading dirty poetry in front of a crowd.

Sky

Lit.'s New Look

I miss posting for a couple of days and they change everything!

I LUV the new look!!

And the new Smilies!!!

SouthSkyEyes said:

I'm reposting this one for anyone who might be interested. As you might know there was a Blip on Lit so some posts were lost.

DIRTY SHOW - DETROIT ... Friday Night's OPENING ...

Drawing a capacity crowd, in total an eclectic gathering as diverse and near as daring as the gallery's 200 exhibits, Friday night's Opening was unquestionably a Bouncing, Bulging success. Yes, make that upper-case "B" in both counts. Can't say I've seen so much black electrical tape in one evening, in the form of teeny "x's" covering the nipples on all those voluptuous breasts in the crowd.

In a "cute" moment ...
While I lingered in the photo gallery, taking opportunity to strike up conversation with those receptive visitors seeming to take interest in my entry, "To Scent Her Arousal," this one couple walks up, young man and woman not more than in their mid 20's. After a lingering gaze the man offered, "It's a very erotic image, this close-up of his face in the shadows kissing her face." His woman-friend chuckled, pointing out to him with such gentle grace, "Hon, that's NOT her face." The reaction in HIS face ... priceless!

I left early, a bit after midnight, driving home my head spinning with that "sensory overload of dirty delights" promised by the show's producers. It was good to be home with my luv. And after all, as a man, you can only go on for so long with a raging erection before something has to give.

Sky

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Thanks for sharing, Sky.

I'm glad to know I'm not the only one who lost posts in the format change. I thought I had done something wrong while posting. All my Friday posts disappeared. I'm glad I didn't post very many.

It seems that you had a great time. That is the sort of event I could really enjoy.

SouthSkyEyes said:

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SATURDAY, THE GALA ...

My turn on stage ...
Well, how many times a year do you get the chance to get a little naughty on stage sharing a deliciously dirty poem with a few 100 people watching? I had come dressed in boots, jeans and opened silk shirt, with "Be Mine" red bondage cuffs dangling from my belt. Cued to go on, I walked up, nervous, standing there for a moment with my sweet-sizzling BSDM piece "Be Mine, Valentine" in hand, purposely avoiding looking at the topless women in the crowd (didn't want to be popping a boner right then and there), before proceeding to take off my belt so I could hold the cuffs up as my prop while reading. Obviously, hearing a few "hoots" and "take 'em off's," this had led some women to believe they'd be seeing a bit more of me. Not one quick to disappoint, I immediately unfastened my jeans, letting them fall to my ankles, flashing them my red velvet thong-clad ass as a read the poem. It was a thrilling edgy moment, a surreal timeless experience. But from the response I could tell, all-in-all, the crowd loved it.

THAT AFTER-IT'S- ALL-OVER COMEDOWN ...
I'll be looking forward to next year's Dirty Show. In the mean time, so you know, I'm looking for opportunities to drop my pants reading dirty poetry in front of a crowd.

Sky

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Sky, I bet you were a BIG hit!

I hope to make it to one of those Dirty Shows someday.

Enter my wet pussy with my finger, linger on my clit playing with my juices , look at the man who has been trying to get my attention all night, slowly remove my finger that is glistening from my pussy, bring it up to my mouth, take my tongue and lick just the tip, directly look at the man knowing I have his full attention. I am hot now and want him to get between my legs and tounge fuck me. One final look, a slight smile then suck my finger like I was sucking his cock.

Anyone up for a pussy that needs a lot of TLC?

DreamOfMyTouch said:

Enter my wet pussy with my finger, linger on my clit playing with my juices , look at the man who has been trying to get my attention all night, slowly remove my finger that is glistening from my pussy, bring it up to my mouth, take my tongue and lick just the tip, directly look at the man knowing I have his full attention. I am hot now and want him to get between my legs and tounge fuck me. One final look, a slight smile then suck my finger like I was sucking his cock.

Anyone up for a pussy that needs a lot of TLC?

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Up isn't a directional challenge, nor would you lack attention until your pussy had it's cream all over the place, as much as possible into the thirsty mouth on my face. And OMG would your pussy smell be so spellbounding on all my senses!

Dream of My Touch

Honey you can come tease me , tantalize me, beat me, or whatever turns you on most, just let me taste those juices of yours!!!

Come on down GA man.

DreamOfMyTouch said:

Enter my wet pussy with my finger, linger on my clit playing with my juices , look at the man who has been trying to get my attention all night, slowly remove my finger that is glistening from my pussy, bring it up to my mouth, take my tongue and lick just the tip, directly look at the man knowing I have his full attention. I am hot now and want him to get between my legs and tounge fuck me. One final look, a slight smile then suck my finger like I was sucking his cock.

Anyone up for a pussy that needs a lot of TLC?

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WELL CUM, Dream!

I do believe you have caught the spirit of the thread. I hope some of our sexy men make you feel truly WELL CUM!

Dream of my touch

I know now what you are talking about. Where are you ? PM me and tell me. I want a taste of you!!!

Coming Soon! - Duke's Den of Delicious Decadency

https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=11527624#post11527624

Southen Comfort Mmmmmmmm Love to have to down

tinman69s said:

I know now what you are talking about. Where are you ? PM me and tell me. I want a taste of you!!!

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Smart you are. Can you give an example of your talents?

Southen travel is Mmmmmmm. What route and side trips do you plan to take to cum down?

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Sample of my talents?

I don't know if I can! What did you have in mind? I'll try anything once!! maybe even twice!!

Personally, I'll try anything once. If I like it, I'll make it a habit!

how about me?

KHAN-E said:

Personally, I'll try anything once. If I like it, I'll make it a habit!

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Khanie, am I a good habit or a bad habit?

Habits

Khan-ee, darling!! I really don't care if you call me a bad habit, a good habit, or whatever habit, just as long as you make me a habit!!
Love ya babe!!

tinman69s said:

Khan-ee, darling!! I really don't care if you call me a bad habit, a good habit, or whatever habit, just as long as you make me a habit!!
Love ya babe!!

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( just sitting here thinking of nuns naked undertheier habits)

Lance Hardrock said:

Khanie, am I a good habit or a bad habit?

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You are a very bad habit. And we both know it!

tinman69s said:

Khan-ee, darling!! I really don't care if you call me a bad habit, a good habit, or whatever habit, just as long as you make me a habit!!
Love ya babe!!

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Jimmy Buffett wrote a song about a Bank of Bad Habits. I think I need to make a deposit.

KHAN-E said:

You are a very bad habit. And we both know it!

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now, now, NUN of that