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Oh, I'm all for the concept. Goodness knows I've throttled myself more times than I can count.ForeverNAlways said:Don't blow it for me, Lexi ~ I'm seriously giving the idea some thought.
But rape, as a solitary act? Where's the fun in that?
Regardless...wishing you a toe-curling, window-rattling, earth-moving orgasm before day's end.
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LexiCon said:Oh, I'm all for the concept. Goodness knows I've throttled myself more times than I can count.
But rape, as a solitary act? Where's the fun in that?
Regardless...wishing you a toe-curling, window-rattling, earth-moving orgasm before day's end.
Lexi, they have earquakes in NYC ?
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because true growls are always monosyllabic
show me your wet pink slit want yes spread wide for me wet yes eyes stare juice mine touch it for me play for me wet slide drip juice yes play mine pink mine smell you fuck yes hard taut cock grip stroke stare want throb pulse fuck so hot so wet poise cock head right there wet taut tip slide jab tease you tease me slide up and down slick wet slit mine hot wet silk flesh gliding juice pink slick need to fuck hunch down hard thrust up fill you deep wet plunge low feed wet hot cunt stretch spread stuff throb pulse in you deep in you deep in my wet cunt wet for me fuck so good deep deep in you hold pulse throb in you need to move to stroke to take to fuck hips thrust hard deep wet long strokes mine fuck so good wet cunt clutch squeeze stroke suck cling silk juice slick cock thrusts hard take mine all mine you are hand clutch claim ass squeeze ass pump thrust hard pound deep balls wet slap on you cock claims you fucks you feeds you stuffs you deep hard fast more yes more touch your clit for me while I stuff your cunt that's it don't stop wet cunt my cunt to fuck to use to fill you feel so good yes fuck me take that cock deep hard thrusts can't stop won't stop cunt squeeze fuck so good yes rub your clit feel my wet balls slap oh fuck you like that don't you yes that's it fuck yes I can feel it in you yes come don't stop come for me yes come yes come on my cock fuck yes that's it fuck fuck fuck hot white light in my head as you come for me come on me hips can't stop fuck you through it so tight hot cunt my cunt I can feel you clutch my cock so close drive thrust pound hips pump pump just hard fuck just use just fuck just mine mine mine mine my cunt mine fuck fuck fuck yes right there fuck right FUCK FUCK YES
show me your wet pink slit want yes spread wide for me wet yes eyes stare juice mine touch it for me play for me wet slide drip juice yes play mine pink mine smell you fuck yes hard taut cock grip stroke stare want throb pulse fuck so hot so wet poise cock head right there wet taut tip slide jab tease you tease me slide up and down slick wet slit mine hot wet silk flesh gliding juice pink slick need to fuck hunch down hard thrust up fill you deep wet plunge low feed wet hot cunt stretch spread stuff throb pulse in you deep in you deep in my wet cunt wet for me fuck so good deep deep in you hold pulse throb in you need to move to stroke to take to fuck hips thrust hard deep wet long strokes mine fuck so good wet cunt clutch squeeze stroke suck cling silk juice slick cock thrusts hard take mine all mine you are hand clutch claim ass squeeze ass pump thrust hard pound deep balls wet slap on you cock claims you fucks you feeds you stuffs you deep hard fast more yes more touch your clit for me while I stuff your cunt that's it don't stop wet cunt my cunt to fuck to use to fill you feel so good yes fuck me take that cock deep hard thrusts can't stop won't stop cunt squeeze fuck so good yes rub your clit feel my wet balls slap oh fuck you like that don't you yes that's it fuck yes I can feel it in you yes come don't stop come for me yes come yes come on my cock fuck yes that's it fuck fuck fuck hot white light in my head as you come for me come on me hips can't stop fuck you through it so tight hot cunt my cunt I can feel you clutch my cock so close drive thrust pound hips pump pump just hard fuck just use just fuck just mine mine mine mine my cunt mine fuck fuck fuck yes right there fuck right FUCK FUCK YES
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ForeverNAlways said:
Need mouth-to-mouth?
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ForeverNAlways said:How is mouth-to-mouth exactly supposed to help? I'm not seeing it helping me breath.
That's why I haven't started yet
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[It's been a feral, primal, fucklustful day. Finally alone in the offices this afternoon, I revisited this fantasy in detail. Pardon the self-indulgent repost, but many of my favorite fantasies are recurring ones]
The trappings are pure romance. Expansive four poster bed, zillion thread count sheets, warm scented candlelight flickering everywhere, rose petals, soft music. She is face down, her head comfortably ensconced on a pillow, a picture of relaxed repose. I start out just drinking her in with my eyes, whispering softly all the while, telling her how beautiful she is, how much I love the silken landscape of her body, telling her what her body is doing to me, showing her what it is doing to me. "Ah, but no touching! Just relax." I then begin slowly, languorously, lightly caressing her skin with just my fingertips. Exploring, not massaging. Caressing every inch of her, my fingers adoring her flesh, feathery strokes, awakening her every nerve ending for what is to come.
"Close your eyes and just feel. Don't do, just feel. Your beautiful body is my canvas tonight, my tabula rasa. Mine. Mine."
So saying, I reach into the nightstand and pull out what looks to be an ordinary inkwell (if an inkwell can be truly called ordinary, in this day and age), along with a small calligraphy brush. I dip the tip of the brush in the well, and slowly, carefully begin to write on the skin of her shoulderblade. She gasps and shivers. She's never felt anything like it, and she opens her mouth to speak, whereupon I immediately smack her ass, a short sharp shock. "No talking. Just feel." She moans, wriggles a bit, and acquiesces.
Body paints are extremely sensual, yes, but this is no ordinary body paint. This is a special (some may even say magical) elixir that was bequeathed to me on one of my trips to Istanbul, a gift from a Sufi mystic that I befriended in a small café near the Spice Bazaar. A single drop on the skin delivers intense pleasure, and that pleasure doesn't fade. It lingers, so that my beloved can feel every single brushstroke, every line, every curve, every letter. Not only when first applied, but as the moving brush writes; and, having writ, moves on. As I carefully spell out I am going to on her shoulder blade, she can feel every word, read every word, without having to remember the sequence of letters.
So. Über-romantic setting, my beloved laid out before me, perfectly relaxed, exquisitly beautiful, and I'm carefully annointing her skin with delicate lines of pleasure, every word of which she can read as clearly as if they were in the pages of a book. Clearly, I am going to write sweet, tender missives to her. Heartbreakingly sublime poetry. Pouring out my heart to her, inscribing intimate love notes on the beautiful landscape of her body. Right?
WRONG! I'm slowly, painstakingly writing my most explicit, rawest, most primal, most feral thoughts on her skin. Pouring my fucklust onto her flesh, one careful brushstroke at a time.
On my beloved's right shoulderblade, I inscribe I am going to use this perfect body as my little fucktoy, until I've had my fill. Much of my pleasure comes from your pleasure, so you will cum, and cum hard, but only when I let you, and as many times as I demand. This body is mine. Mine. Once you have experienced enough pleasure for my satisfaction, I am going to mount you from behind and fuck you hard, using your cunt, filling it, emptying myself in it, giving you all of the fucklust that your pleasure has built up inside me.
On her left shoulderblade, I write I am going to let you suck my cock until you've cum no less than three times, then I will give you your reward. I don't care if it takes you hours to cum three times, that is the only way you will get my seed. If you try to take it before then, I will either pull my cock out and slap your face with it, or shove it deep against your throat, forcing you to stop. After you've cum the third time, I am going to grab your head and fuck your pretty little mouth until I've given you your reward.
I continue on in this fashion, slowly covering every inch of her exposed skin with my explicit fucklust. She can feel every brushtroke like a caress, and every one sends shivers directly to her clit, and she can read every word. The combination of the tender sensual strokes and the raw, primal hunger that they convey soon has her panting, writhing. When I get to the small of her back, her right hand moves, involuntarily heeding the call of her sopping wet cunt. *ass smack* "No touching," I growl. "Just feel. Just read."
Just as I reach her ass, she starts to grind into the bed, desperate for contact on her clit. *smack* "No!" By the time I cover her perfect left ass cheek with my painstaking fucklust and dip the brush in the well to begin on the right, she is trembling, whimpering, teetering on the edge of climax, without any direct stimulation of her cunt or clit at all. I write the following on her full round right cheek:
Lift your ass for me, get up on your knees, I write, then pause. She complies, a low shaky moan escaping her lips. That's it. Show yourself to me. Feel my eyes devouring your glistening pink nectarflesh, your pretty little pussy, MY pretty little pussy. My perfect pink cunt. Mine. All mine. I know you're close, sugar. I can see it. I can feel it. I want you to let it come, let it wash over you. No touching. Just feel. Just read my words, feel the brush, feel my ravenous eyes on you, and let it come. When you do come for me, I am going to grab your hips, mount you, plunge into you, fill your quivering cunt, over and over, deep searing strokes, ruthless feral pounding, using my pretty little fuckhole, mine, until I empty myself in you completely. All of my love, all of my fucklust, all of my hunger, all of my need, all of my pain, all of my rage, all of me, emptying into you. All for you. All for you, my beautiful...
At this point, she lets out a gasping scream, as her body is wracked with convulsive spasms, every muscle quivering, contracting, pulsating with waves of pure pleasure. I can see the pink flesh of her hole quivering, pulsating, palpitating. Overcome, overthrown, overwhelmed, I grab her hips, hard, and fulfill my promise.
The trappings are pure romance. Expansive four poster bed, zillion thread count sheets, warm scented candlelight flickering everywhere, rose petals, soft music. She is face down, her head comfortably ensconced on a pillow, a picture of relaxed repose. I start out just drinking her in with my eyes, whispering softly all the while, telling her how beautiful she is, how much I love the silken landscape of her body, telling her what her body is doing to me, showing her what it is doing to me. "Ah, but no touching! Just relax." I then begin slowly, languorously, lightly caressing her skin with just my fingertips. Exploring, not massaging. Caressing every inch of her, my fingers adoring her flesh, feathery strokes, awakening her every nerve ending for what is to come.
"Close your eyes and just feel. Don't do, just feel. Your beautiful body is my canvas tonight, my tabula rasa. Mine. Mine."
So saying, I reach into the nightstand and pull out what looks to be an ordinary inkwell (if an inkwell can be truly called ordinary, in this day and age), along with a small calligraphy brush. I dip the tip of the brush in the well, and slowly, carefully begin to write on the skin of her shoulderblade. She gasps and shivers. She's never felt anything like it, and she opens her mouth to speak, whereupon I immediately smack her ass, a short sharp shock. "No talking. Just feel." She moans, wriggles a bit, and acquiesces.
Body paints are extremely sensual, yes, but this is no ordinary body paint. This is a special (some may even say magical) elixir that was bequeathed to me on one of my trips to Istanbul, a gift from a Sufi mystic that I befriended in a small café near the Spice Bazaar. A single drop on the skin delivers intense pleasure, and that pleasure doesn't fade. It lingers, so that my beloved can feel every single brushstroke, every line, every curve, every letter. Not only when first applied, but as the moving brush writes; and, having writ, moves on. As I carefully spell out I am going to on her shoulder blade, she can feel every word, read every word, without having to remember the sequence of letters.
So. Über-romantic setting, my beloved laid out before me, perfectly relaxed, exquisitly beautiful, and I'm carefully annointing her skin with delicate lines of pleasure, every word of which she can read as clearly as if they were in the pages of a book. Clearly, I am going to write sweet, tender missives to her. Heartbreakingly sublime poetry. Pouring out my heart to her, inscribing intimate love notes on the beautiful landscape of her body. Right?
WRONG! I'm slowly, painstakingly writing my most explicit, rawest, most primal, most feral thoughts on her skin. Pouring my fucklust onto her flesh, one careful brushstroke at a time.
On my beloved's right shoulderblade, I inscribe I am going to use this perfect body as my little fucktoy, until I've had my fill. Much of my pleasure comes from your pleasure, so you will cum, and cum hard, but only when I let you, and as many times as I demand. This body is mine. Mine. Once you have experienced enough pleasure for my satisfaction, I am going to mount you from behind and fuck you hard, using your cunt, filling it, emptying myself in it, giving you all of the fucklust that your pleasure has built up inside me.
On her left shoulderblade, I write I am going to let you suck my cock until you've cum no less than three times, then I will give you your reward. I don't care if it takes you hours to cum three times, that is the only way you will get my seed. If you try to take it before then, I will either pull my cock out and slap your face with it, or shove it deep against your throat, forcing you to stop. After you've cum the third time, I am going to grab your head and fuck your pretty little mouth until I've given you your reward.
I continue on in this fashion, slowly covering every inch of her exposed skin with my explicit fucklust. She can feel every brushtroke like a caress, and every one sends shivers directly to her clit, and she can read every word. The combination of the tender sensual strokes and the raw, primal hunger that they convey soon has her panting, writhing. When I get to the small of her back, her right hand moves, involuntarily heeding the call of her sopping wet cunt. *ass smack* "No touching," I growl. "Just feel. Just read."
Just as I reach her ass, she starts to grind into the bed, desperate for contact on her clit. *smack* "No!" By the time I cover her perfect left ass cheek with my painstaking fucklust and dip the brush in the well to begin on the right, she is trembling, whimpering, teetering on the edge of climax, without any direct stimulation of her cunt or clit at all. I write the following on her full round right cheek:
Lift your ass for me, get up on your knees, I write, then pause. She complies, a low shaky moan escaping her lips. That's it. Show yourself to me. Feel my eyes devouring your glistening pink nectarflesh, your pretty little pussy, MY pretty little pussy. My perfect pink cunt. Mine. All mine. I know you're close, sugar. I can see it. I can feel it. I want you to let it come, let it wash over you. No touching. Just feel. Just read my words, feel the brush, feel my ravenous eyes on you, and let it come. When you do come for me, I am going to grab your hips, mount you, plunge into you, fill your quivering cunt, over and over, deep searing strokes, ruthless feral pounding, using my pretty little fuckhole, mine, until I empty myself in you completely. All of my love, all of my fucklust, all of my hunger, all of my need, all of my pain, all of my rage, all of me, emptying into you. All for you. All for you, my beautiful...
At this point, she lets out a gasping scream, as her body is wracked with convulsive spasms, every muscle quivering, contracting, pulsating with waves of pure pleasure. I can see the pink flesh of her hole quivering, pulsating, palpitating. Overcome, overthrown, overwhelmed, I grab her hips, hard, and fulfill my promise.
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Sometimes, as I reach the point of climax, the oddest and most unexpected imagery will spontaneously erupt inside my head. At these moments, the single vision that I see is unshakeable and will stay with me through the waves of orgasm.
Today, inexplicably and appropos of nothing, I suddenly saw the face of Rowan Atkinson in drag, wearing a wimple. I have no idea why this manifested, but now the image is inextricably linked in my mind to sexual pleasure. God help me!
http://exchristian.net/uploaded_images/rowan_atkinson-735479.jpg
Today, inexplicably and appropos of nothing, I suddenly saw the face of Rowan Atkinson in drag, wearing a wimple. I have no idea why this manifested, but now the image is inextricably linked in my mind to sexual pleasure. God help me!
http://exchristian.net/uploaded_images/rowan_atkinson-735479.jpg
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Quick jay, picturing the tight anus of one of the local girls wrapped around my cock as I came. I drunkenly mumbled for her to "take it" to the heavens, or rather, to my ceiling (too quiet for the Heavens to hear).
I like to to talk and moan as I cum. When I hear how brain damaged I sound, I know how much I'm enjoying it.
Powerful O. A good 9 or above on the richter scale.
FNA in the tub. Hotness.
I like to to talk and moan as I cum. When I hear how brain damaged I sound, I know how much I'm enjoying it.
Powerful O. A good 9 or above on the richter scale.
FNA in the tub. Hotness.
Push…
Eyes on eyes
Hips crushed
Together
Move
Together
Hands clasped
Mouths making
Love.
Push…
Your sex
Into mine.
Your tongue
Against mine.
Falling into
Each
Other.
Push…
A moment
An hour
All night
Eternity.
Push
Into me
Onto me
Above, below, behind
Push me.
Eyes on eyes
Hips crushed
Together
Move
Together
Hands clasped
Mouths making
Love.
Push…
Your sex
Into mine.
Your tongue
Against mine.
Falling into
Each
Other.
Push…
A moment
An hour
All night
Eternity.
Push
Into me
Onto me
Above, below, behind
Push me.
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Darla_Darling said:
Well, in Blackadder IV there was a scene where he was painted with a nun wearing a wimple, so maybe that's where your mind was... I gotta admit, I do like hearing about the crazy places your mind takes you
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just gave up mid-way through. too tired. maybe after some coffee.
ummm. i think it was about shoving three fingers in a girls ass, then shaking them inside her asshole, then cramming my fingers down her throat.
it was hot and all, but i really need to wake up, first.
ummm. i think it was about shoving three fingers in a girls ass, then shaking them inside her asshole, then cramming my fingers down her throat.
it was hot and all, but i really need to wake up, first.
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katiebarthedoor said:
*stands at head of "help Mr.thedoor wake up" queue*
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