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oh you see, some of the perverts hang out here.Retrieval said:Oh, I see. This is where all the perverts hang out.
that is awesometortoise said:Now is not for caressing. Now is for taking, clutching, grabbing fistfuls of flesh. Grip. Purchase. Anything to increase the force. Impact. Driving. Striving to fuck through her. Relentless. Merciless. Won't stop. Can't stop. Never stop.
Fuck. Yeah.
luxey313 said:that is awesome
why thank youtortoise said:Thanks. It's a fucklustful day. Feverish.
You're looking quite sizzling today, young lady.
drown said:[...]
and
the itch didn't
even half-go away...
drained but bothered...
today is
delicious hell.
VermilionSkye said:rain coming down, clothes being torn off, hands grasping, pulling, clenching and trying to touch every wet inch of skin
hungry kisses, longing looks
hips grinding, writhing and gyrating
shoved up against the wall, my thighs grabbed, lifted up and sheathing deep and hard his thickness inside of me
thrusting, slamming in and out, over and over
hitting it just right, squeezing nice and tight
wetness and heat from the outside meeting slick stickiness and hot inside
jet upon jet of sweet, hot cream filling me
and those eyes staring back, smiling...
ohmygod. from my mind to your mouth. exactly.tortoise said:My cock has actually been rather docile of late. Placated.
No more. It won't shut up today. Snarling. Humming like a fucking tuning fork. Demanding satisfaction.
My head is swimming, but the visual sense is subdued. Feel is dominant, but I wouldn't call it sensual, by any means. It's far too violent, too visceral for that. The feel of muscles straining, grappling, grinding, grasping, gyrating. Hard, hot, nasty animal rut. Wet slapping and crackling. Guttural grunting. The smell of sex like a thick fog hanging in the air. A briney primal fuckmist. Now is not for caressing. Now is for taking, clutching, grabbing fistfuls of flesh. Grip. Purchase. Anything to increase the force. Impact. Driving. Striving to fuck through her. Relentless. Merciless. Won't stop. Can't stop. Never stop.
Fuck. Yeah.
katiebarthedoor said:sometimes i wonder whos really in charge. not in the bullshit 'oh men only think with the little head' kind of cliche..
hell bent on satisfactiontortoise said:Aye. Thinking don't enter into it.
Deeper than thought, deeper than emotion. Raw. Uncomplicated. The head can get muddled. So can the heart. The cock? Never.
The cock burns pure id. It scoffs at entanglements. It is the sword cutting through the Gordian knot.
your mind can rationalize and justify all it wants. but the cock reconciles all the base, selfish desires in a moment. you know what you want. it injects it into your concious like a plunger in a needle. no way to dilute it.tortoise said:Aye. Thinking don't enter into it.
Deeper than thought, deeper than emotion. Raw. Uncomplicated. The head can get muddled. So can the heart. The cock? Never.
The cock burns pure id. It scoffs at entanglements. It is the sword cutting through the Gordian knot.
Batchoohus said:hell bent on satisfaction
sleeps lightly
always waiting
for awakening
katiebarthedoor said:your mind can rationalize and justify all it wants. but the cock reconciles all the base, selfish desires in a moment. you know what you want. it injects it into your concious like a plunger in a needle. no way to dilute it.
sometimes i meditate about things by masturbating to them. i could ponder and wax, but jacking off about it leads to the same conclusion, just ultimately faster. the thoughts that lead to ejaculation are the clearest in the human experience. but this might just be me.
damacles (sp) never wielded this much responsibility, either.
love ittortoise said:The Clarity of Cock. Cyclopean 20/20.
VermilionSkye said:haven't posted in a while
Mine played out this morning rousing from sleep, thinking of something I wanted last night
rain coming down, clothes being torn off, hands grasping, pulling, clenching and trying to touch every wet inch of skin
hungry kisses, longing looks
hips grinding, writhing and gyrating
shoved up against the wall, my thighs grabbed, lifted up and sheathing deep and hard his thickness inside of me
thrusting, slamming in and out, over and over
hitting it just right, squeezing nice and tight
wetness and heat from the outside meeting slick stickiness and hot inside
jet upon jet of sweet, hot cream filling me
and those eyes staring back, smiling...
rosco rathbone said:Report all acts of masturbation with a summary of the act. I haven't busted a nut yet today but I am about to. Wil check back in.
luxey313 said:love it
tortoise said:I've got my eye on you.
kidthor said:What man doesn't?