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ForeverNAlways said:
. . . I mean just adoring ~ loving everything about the other person, good and bad, and believing them to be a wonder and a gift to your life.


Hawt post, Hamlet! :rose:

Thanks, FnA. And I agree with your sense of that, I think.

Often that kind of 'worship' starts with pretense, make-believe. But make-believe can make belief--can create the reality that begins in illusion. It may not last beyond the occasion. It's ephemeral, temporary. But that's okay. It's wonderful to be there while it lasts. And it creates the stimulus to want to do it again.
 
The very few people I've known in real life that I've worshipped with my mind and heart were far from perfect. Why does someone have to be perfect to be worshipped?
 
stirbird said:
The very few people I've known in real life that I've worshipped with my mind and heart were far from perfect. Why does someone have to be perfect to be worshipped?

You don't have to be, take for example me.
 
stirbird said:
The very few people I've known in real life that I've worshipped with my mind and heart were far from perfect. Why does someone have to be perfect to be worshipped?
they don't
 
luxey313 said:
the kind that takes your breath when you think about it

Yes, those moments are rare, but they are more than worth reliving ,over and over. And they'll sustain you during droughts--at least they do me!

I also like your AV, Luxey. You have an an amazing ability to make yourself look like completely different women in your photos. This one is both innocent and very sexy.
 
stirbird said:
Yes, those moments are rare, but they are more than worth reliving ,over and over. And they'll sustain you during droughts--at least they do me!

I also like your AV, Luxey. You have an an amazing ability to make yourself look like completely different women in your photos. This one is both innocent and very sexy.
I have a mental flip book that I run through.

Thank you, birdie.
I like this one because it is how I like to be fucked.
Pants just below the ass, almost fully clothed.
 
luxey313 said:
I have a mental flip book that I run through.

Thank you, birdie.
I like this one because it is how I like to be fucked.
Pants just below the ass, almost fully clothed.

Like it was a last minute slutty fuck? Maybe semi-public.
 
Hamletmaschine said:
She smacks her wet pussy once, twice, three times, before she goes off—and I am right behind her…

Holy fuck. Get out of my head.
 
rosco rathbone said:
I like that one, Mex. It's emotionally complicated.

I like the idea of a pre-op FTM bottom who identifies as a gay man. The ultimate tomboy. I don't know why your jack reminded me of that idea. It has been giving me a bone lately.

The gun in the picture is a .50 sniper rifle.
I'll use that in my story.

But it seems a little big to be using only on people.

luxey313 said:
This was beautiful.
The perv part of calling yourself "Dad", rather than "daddy" makes all the difference.
Amazing.
well, that was a reference to the character's and his sister's actual father.

ForeverNAlways said:
Loved that. So complex, as Rosco pointed out - and completely beautiful, as Luxey said. On so many levels.

to be the man that a woman of strength chooses to worship and need... not because she has to, but because she chose you - because she wants you - because you do for her what no one else can ~ powerful stuff.

I'm not sure if that's where you were going in your mind exactly, Mecha - but it's what I came away with, and it moved me.
Actually, that's a lot of it right there. She could get anybody and would be dissatisfied with most men, but I make her unlike her (usual) self.

stirbird said:
I loved it too, Mecha, for all the reasons already mentioned above so I won't repeat them. You know a piece of sexual writing is good when you feel and get into the fantasy even if you don't normally share it (I am not a man who likes women who shoot guns but I still got totally into this one).
Thanks! I really didn't expect many to like this one because of the lack of a BDSM element and more buildup than actual fucking.

Yeah, that gun is real.

Batchoohus said:
God I hate the whole concept of 'worshipping' a man or woman!

Makes me want to start smacking the shit out people.
I love it so much I want to marry the concept.

The_69_Eyes said:
Well, i'm starting.
Be sure to tell us all about it.
 
had a period of relative calm for a while. now i'm back to never satisfied.
 
luxey313 said:
I like this one because it is how I like to be fucked.
Pants just below the ass, almost fully clothed.

I think your ass makes all the difference in that position and situation. It wouldn't be nearly as good if it were someone else, but I have to say that in your case, it'd be terribly arousing.
 
MechaBlade said:
I'll use that in my story.

But it seems a little big to be using only on people.

I think it's illegal by the rules of international war to shoot people with those things. They mainly use them to blow up inanimate objects like radar stations, missiles, and so on.

I had a little bit of a jay, this day, after running on the stair machine. Often I get perverse thoughts on the stair machine, when, for instance, I am running behind the sexy dwarf, whose workout schedule seems to have synched up with mine. Today it was a mexican-looking chick in white spandex tank-top and black leotards. She had a long black ponytail and one of those square, flat asses that blend into the thorax in a rectangular way. Her shape wasn't sexual to me at all, but she had this pouty, bitchy look on her rather pretty and chubby face. I could see a leopardskin-print slice of drawers riding up above the rim of her tights and upon closer examination, with my telescopic eye, I realised that she was wearing a thong. Sweating and pounding along, with headphones on, probably listening to Reggaeton, with a leopardskin thong riding up into her slit.

What is the attraction, I wondered? Her ribcage is as wide as her hips. Yet there she pounds along, ponytail bobbing in sync, with a touch-me-not smirk on her face. Sweat was dripping from my brow. Then it struck me: Mexicans are Chinese.

I became immersed in strange speculations about how the 10,000 years since the Bering Straight Land Bridge have led to wide diversity in the culture of peoples with the same genetic roots. The passionate mexicans with their knife fights, bloody, romantic catholicism, and their drunken dancing. The pale Chinese: professors of mathematics. Yet the same people. THis gave me a bone as hard as iron.

Back at home under the shower, I had an image of her yellowish body scored with fine reddish threads left by the birch. The entire scene transposed as it were to Finland or there abouts. I imagined lashing her fore and aft and I oed.
 
I rubbed one out to the idea of a weekly "insurance" collector for the mob. He's training a new guy to do his rounds and he stops in at the diner where every Friday he pounds the cunt of one of the waitresses in the walk-in. She's under sentence for some infraction or other. She knows better than to protest or resist when the second guy has a go at her. She's sprawled, spraddle legged and clothes in disarray in the midst of bags of potatoes and onions, mascara and snot running as the men are leaving. At the last minute the trainer snaps his fingers as if remembering and turns to slap a steak between her legs to bring down the swelling.
 
That reminds me of that awesome scene in "Casino" where Joe Pesci escorts the blowsy showgirl through the kitchen of his resturant and out to his Caddy, talking all the while about how his chefs "tenderize the veal", and then shoves her head into his lap without so much as a by your leave.
 
Ooh, I had forgotten that scene. Yes, a good one.




edited to correct gross spelling error......how mortifying
 
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