Litiquette VI

[Lonelywife1205]

I get not kneeling there with your mouth open waiting like a pornstar. I totally agree—there’s nothing even remotely sexy or interesting about that to me. But an explosion in the mouth with my cum dripping down her chin is simply delightful.

Face licks and deep kisses for that, like it or not

An important distinction here...I’d be all in for the mouth explosion that drips down my chin, that’s hot. Not hot is holding your cock and aiming it at my face like a weapon of mass ejaculation.

P.S. Where’s my T-shirt?

 

[The_gladiator]

An important distinction here...I’d be all in for the mouth explosion that drips down my chin, that’s hot. Not hot is holding your cock and aiming it at my face like a weapon of mass ejaculation.

P.S. Where’s my T-shirt?

can we make sure this t-shirt is white? and wet?

 

[Lord Pmann]

It’s a spring-time Sunday, and for some of you, it’s an important Sunday on the Christian calendar. Which means, many would have liked to have been in church. And while I am Christian, the need to “be in church” has long since passed. Is it evolution, is it disenchantment, is it apathy? I’m curious Litsters, what are you no longer participating(and not virus related) in that at one point was a important to you? What have you walked away from. And of course why? And has something filled that void?

I used to have a group of friends I recorded with a lot. I actually really miss it. Life has just gotten to be busy and difficult. It really sucks, because they are some of my best friends.

Another thing is that I used to play games with my brother in law and his wife. But they had twins and they can’t do anything fun. Because they have twins that are three years old. It’s like having two tiny, yet loud terrorists around.

 

[StacyLeigh]

I have maintained for years now that for lots of guys, ejaculating on a woman's face has appeal to them because they regard it on some level as degrading the woman.

I would hope that if a woman felt her partner wanted to degrade her, she wouldn’t have his dick in her face to begin with. While I don’t love cum on my face, it has been my experience that this act is usually done in a fun and playful manner.

 

[parker77]

as to the cum on her face discussion...

as a result of oral sex, my preference is in her mouth.

unless she asks for it to be placed elsewhere, then she can have it anywhere she wants it.

 

[SassySheDevil]

as to the cum on her face discussion...

as a result of oral sex, my preference is in her mouth.

unless she asks for it to be placed elsewhere, then she can have it anywhere she wants it.

My feelings on it also. Though if it's on me vs in me some where, I like my tits so I can still lick it off.

 

[blade_rocknut]

My feelings on it also. Though if it's on me vs in me some where, I like my tits so I can still lick it off.

This may be the winning answer today.

 

[parker77]

This may be the winning answer today.

you ain’t wrong about that!

 

[minthe]

I want to swallow it from the source. I do not want it splattered all over. Licking up cold cum has zero appeal to me. When people drink cum out of martini glasses, I want to puke.

It’s a spring-time Sunday, and for some of you, it’s an important Sunday on the Christian calendar. Which means, many would have liked to have been in church. And while I am Christian, the need to “be in church” has long since passed. Is it evolution, is it disenchantment, is it apathy? I’m curious Litsters, what are you no longer participating(and not virus related) in that at one point was a important to you? What have you walked away from. And of course why? And has something filled that void?

I walked away from church a while ago. Why? I was disillusioned. Fed up. Maybe went once or twice a year - Easter and Christmas. Volunteer work has filled the void on many levels. I fill my void in many other ways as well. Some are healthy and some are quite sinful. I have spiritual communities outside of any specific church or denomination that I lean on and get guidance from. The funny thing is that I have been "tuning into" church recently. Maybe not having to step foot through the actual doors has made that easier. I've attended more services in the last month than I did in the last year. I still don't consider myself as someone who has returned though.

 

[aussiegeekygal]

this conversation is actually really uncomfortable for me and because I'm not feeling well (at all), I'm not in a position to answer everyone right now.

Sorry.

 

[blade_rocknut]

this conversation is actually really uncomfortable for me and because I'm not feeling well (at all), I'm not in a position to answer everyone right now.

Sorry.

No worries; I don't think it was intended to be a dissection of your positron. W just used it as a catalyst.

 

[The_gladiator]

My feelings on it also. Though if it's on me vs in me some where, I like my tits so I can still lick it off.

this post is hot... just sayin.

 

[Lonelywife1205]

this conversation is actually really uncomfortable for me and because I'm not feeling well (at all), I'm not in a position to answer everyone right now.

Sorry.

I’m sorry if any of my comments were offensive to you. I was just being silly and having fun, but sometimes you never know if your comments are hurtful to someone. I would never want them to be. I hope you’re feeling better soon.

 

[hotwords229_A]

It’s a spring-time Sunday, and for some of you, it’s an important Sunday on the Christian calendar. Which means, many would have liked to have been in church. And while I am Christian, the need to “be in church” has long since passed. Is it evolution, is it disenchantment, is it apathy? I’m curious Litsters, what are you no longer participating(and not virus related) in that at one point was a important to you? What have you walked away from. And of course why? And has something filled that void?

My bare torso glistened in the afternoon sun as my hot, rippling biceps flexed. I had a long beard and I was chopping wood when a helicopter landed in my yard and the Pope jumped out.
“I knew I’d find you here,” he said.
“The Hell do you want Old Man?” I asked.
“We need you back, H-Dub. We need someone of your . . . Expertise,” he guffawed mockingly.
“That’s not who I am anymore,” I replied angerly.
He shook his head and smirked adverbedly.
“You’re wasting your time,” I said.
He turned and started to walk away. “She would be disgusted if she could see you now.”
That was all I needed to hear, I swung the axe through the air and the blade buried itself in the tree right next to the Pontiff’s head. He barely moved. He glanced at the axe and said, “I always knew you were a pussy. That’s why she left you. That’s why you left the church.”
“I didn’t leave the church, I left YOU!” I yelled. “She was my wife, you Asshole!”
The Pope turned back to face me, “Yeah, she was your wife and I fucked her in the ass—somebody had to! She sure as hell wasn’t getting any from you! Look, I think you’re garbage and if it were up to me I’d let you melt in the sun like an Arizona Dog Turd, but Damnit, we need you. Now are you coming?”
I turned my back to him, “Are you still here?” I said dismissively.
The Pope turned and walked away.

As the Pope boarded the helicopter and jerked his erect thumb up signaling the Pilot to takeoff, he looked back one last time.
“Hold it!” he yelled, grabbing the Pilot’s arm.
Through a thick cloud of smoke (for some reason) I appeared on my Harley. I was clean shaven, wearing a tank top, red headband, my Bowie knife and sidearm strapped to my leg.
“You weren’t gonna leave without me, were ya?” I said through a gravely voice.
That Fucker smiled as I boarded the chopper and we both knew that we were back in the shit—just like the old days. We flew off into the setting sun and destiny.

^^True story.

 

[hotwords229_A]

this conversation is actually really uncomfortable for me and because I'm not feeling well (at all), I'm not in a position to answer everyone right now.

Sorry.

Feel better Aussie! You owe us nothing.

 

[The_gladiator]

My bare torso glistened in the afternoon sun as my hot, rippling biceps flexed. I had a long beard and I was chopping wood when a helicopter landed in my yard and the Pope jumped out.
“I knew I’d find you here,” he said.
“The Hell do you want Old Man?” I asked.
“We need you back, H-Dub. We need someone of your . . . Expertise,” he guffawed mockingly.
“That’s not who I am anymore,” I replied angerly.
He shook his head and smirked adverbedly.
“You’re wasting your time,” I said.
He turned and started to walk away. “She would be disgusted if she could see you now.”
That was all I needed to hear, I swung the axe through the air and the blade buried itself in the tree right next to the Pontiff’s head. He barely moved. He glanced at the axe and said, “I always knew you were a pussy. That’s why she left you. That’s why you left the church.”
“I didn’t leave the church, I left YOU!” I yelled. “She was my wife, you Asshole!”
The Pope turned back to face me, “Yeah, she was your wife and I fucked her in the ass—somebody had to! She sure as hell wasn’t getting any from you! Look, I think you’re garbage and if it were up to me I’d let you melt in the sun like an Arizona Dog Turd, but Damnit, we need you. Now are you coming?”
I turned my back to him, “Are you still here?” I said dismissively.
The Pope turned and walked away.

As the Pope boarded the helicopter and jerked his erect thumb up signaling the Pilot to takeoff, he looked back one last time.
“Hold it!” he yelled, grabbing the Pilot’s arm.
Through a thick cloud of smoke (for some reason) I appeared on my Harley. I was clean shaven, wearing a tank top, red headband, my Bowie knife and sidearm strapped to my leg.
“You weren’t gonna leave without me, were ya?” I said through a gravely voice.
That Fucker smiled as I boarded the chopper and we both knew that we were back in the shit—just like the old days. We flew off into the setting sun and destiny.

^^True story.

you crack me up.

also, more little house porn? again?

 

[Lonelywife1205]

My bare torso glistened in the afternoon sun as my hot, rippling biceps flexed. I had a long beard and I was chopping wood when a helicopter landed in my yard and the Pope jumped out.
“I knew I’d find you here,” he said.
“The Hell do you want Old Man?” I asked.
“We need you back, H-Dub. We need someone of your . . . Expertise,” he guffawed mockingly.
“That’s not who I am anymore,” I replied angerly.
He shook his head and smirked adverbedly.
“You’re wasting your time,” I said.
He turned and started to walk away. “She would be disgusted if she could see you now.”
That was all I needed to hear, I swung the axe through the air and the blade buried itself in the tree right next to the Pontiff’s head. He barely moved. He glanced at the axe and said, “I always knew you were a pussy. That’s why she left you. That’s why you left the church.”
“I didn’t leave the church, I left YOU!” I yelled. “She was my wife, you Asshole!”
The Pope turned back to face me, “Yeah, she was your wife and I fucked her in the ass—somebody had to! She sure as hell wasn’t getting any from you! Look, I think you’re garbage and if it were up to me I’d let you melt in the sun like an Arizona Dog Turd, but Damnit, we need you. Now are you coming?”
I turned my back to him, “Are you still here?” I said dismissively.
The Pope turned and walked away.

As the Pope boarded the helicopter and jerked his erect thumb up signaling the Pilot to takeoff, he looked back one last time.
“Hold it!” he yelled, grabbing the Pilot’s arm.
Through a thick cloud of smoke (for some reason) I appeared on my Harley. I was clean shaven, wearing a tank top, red headband, my Bowie knife and sidearm strapped to my leg.
“You weren’t gonna leave without me, were ya?” I said through a gravely voice.
That Fucker smiled as I boarded the chopper and we both knew that we were back in the shit—just like the old days. We flew off into the setting sun and destiny.

^^True story.

I’m going to need the Cliff’s notes version of that.

 

[catherinewheel77]

You are the crème de la crème, HW.

Bravo.

 

[blade_rocknut]

My bare torso glistened in the afternoon sun as my hot, rippling biceps flexed. I had a long beard and I was chopping wood when a helicopter landed in my yard and the Pope jumped out.
“I knew I’d find you here,” he said.
“The Hell do you want Old Man?” I asked.
“We need you back, H-Dub. We need someone of your . . . Expertise,” he guffawed mockingly.
“That’s not who I am anymore,” I replied angerly.
He shook his head and smirked adverbedly.
“You’re wasting your time,” I said.
He turned and started to walk away. “She would be disgusted if she could see you now.”
That was all I needed to hear, I swung the axe through the air and the blade buried itself in the tree right next to the Pontiff’s head. He barely moved. He glanced at the axe and said, “I always knew you were a pussy. That’s why she left you. That’s why you left the church.”
“I didn’t leave the church, I left YOU!” I yelled. “She was my wife, you Asshole!”
The Pope turned back to face me, “Yeah, she was your wife and I fucked her in the ass—somebody had to! She sure as hell wasn’t getting any from you! Look, I think you’re garbage and if it were up to me I’d let you melt in the sun like an Arizona Dog Turd, but Damnit, we need you. Now are you coming?”
I turned my back to him, “Are you still here?” I said dismissively.
The Pope turned and walked away.

As the Pope boarded the helicopter and jerked his erect thumb up signaling the Pilot to takeoff, he looked back one last time.
“Hold it!” he yelled, grabbing the Pilot’s arm.
Through a thick cloud of smoke (for some reason) I appeared on my Harley. I was clean shaven, wearing a tank top, red headband, my Bowie knife and sidearm strapped to my leg.
“You weren’t gonna leave without me, were ya?” I said through a gravely voice.
That Fucker smiled as I boarded the chopper and we both knew that we were back in the shit—just like the old days. We flew off into the setting sun and destiny.

^^True story.

Been watching The Young Pope, eh?

Fucking awesome show, if you haven't.

 

[Suz_anne]

I appreciate the nod to Pa chopping wood. You're the best, hw.

 

[Lord Pmann]

My bare torso glistened in the afternoon sun as my hot, rippling biceps flexed. I had a long beard and I was chopping wood when a helicopter landed in my yard and the Pope jumped out.
“I knew I’d find you here,” he said.
“The Hell do you want Old Man?” I asked.
“We need you back, H-Dub. We need someone of your . . . Expertise,” he guffawed mockingly.
“That’s not who I am anymore,” I replied angerly.
He shook his head and smirked adverbedly.
“You’re wasting your time,” I said.
He turned and started to walk away. “She would be disgusted if she could see you now.”
That was all I needed to hear, I swung the axe through the air and the blade buried itself in the tree right next to the Pontiff’s head. He barely moved. He glanced at the axe and said, “I always knew you were a pussy. That’s why she left you. That’s why you left the church.”
“I didn’t leave the church, I left YOU!” I yelled. “She was my wife, you Asshole!”
The Pope turned back to face me, “Yeah, she was your wife and I fucked her in the ass—somebody had to! She sure as hell wasn’t getting any from you! Look, I think you’re garbage and if it were up to me I’d let you melt in the sun like an Arizona Dog Turd, but Damnit, we need you. Now are you coming?”
I turned my back to him, “Are you still here?” I said dismissively.
The Pope turned and walked away.

As the Pope boarded the helicopter and jerked his erect thumb up signaling the Pilot to takeoff, he looked back one last time.
“Hold it!” he yelled, grabbing the Pilot’s arm.
Through a thick cloud of smoke (for some reason) I appeared on my Harley. I was clean shaven, wearing a tank top, red headband, my Bowie knife and sidearm strapped to my leg.
“You weren’t gonna leave without me, were ya?” I said through a gravely voice.
That Fucker smiled as I boarded the chopper and we both knew that we were back in the shit—just like the old days. We flew off into the setting sun and destiny.

^^True story.

You didn’t use “throbbing manhood”.

The best part of the story... “adverbedly”. Fucking brilliant, H-dub.

 

[SMNaughtywife]

Can’t even compete with that up there. Well done HW.

In all honesty, I’ve nothing to add. No walking away from or filling voids that I can recall.
I don’t see or live my life in black and white, too many variables to take into consideration. Grey is nice. Grey allows for subtle changes in direction without creating a huge ripple.
Now that being said, grey is not equal to feeling indecisive or lack of passion. I’ve got plenty of love and zest for life where it matters the most.

 

[Lord Pmann]

So yesterday’s discussion was pretty interesting. It was like there was two topics going on, with a lot of good information on both. Good to see Papa Chained showing up and asking a question.

I’m going to poke more into your private sexual lives and hit on the discussion from yesterday.

Apparently, for some reason, a few of the gals here don’t like having cum in their face. That’s a real tragedy, because girls are so pretty. And I do love the look of a facial. Some mentioned that they found it degrading. I think that’s kind of correct, the same way it’s degrading when a girl gets called a whore or a slut by their partner. In the wrong context, it is degrading. But in the right context, it’s degrading and sexy.

Personally, I’m vanilla and only like missionary position. All others are an abomination. Especially lady on top. Or the abhorrent dog style.

What limits do you have? What is something people like that you just don’t get? Are there hard limits that you’ll just never do? Why?

Take It To the Limit by The Eagles

https://youtu.be/bO4HnZ7XLsU

 

[Lord Pmann]

None of you girls want to come here and admit you like facials for fear of looking like a whore. I assure you, none of the men in this thread will think any less of you. Hell, they'll likely PM you to talk about it.

For me, I have some hard limits. None of the really weird stuff. I'm not kink shaming any of you. Feel free to do what you want. I may laugh though.

- I'm a little rapey. I enjoy that. But I don't like the weird S&M masks.

- I don't care for rope. Like, thing someone up is one thing. But going through Boy Scouts to get my "Tie Up a Slut" badge is not my thing. Not a hard limit, but I'll likely get bored.

- No scat. I fucking hate jazz.

- Pet play. Don't get it.

- Daddy/lg. Should we restart that thread? maybe i will start identifying as a little again... teehee

- No pee. Though, I could be coaxed into this. My friend and I have a saying... "She's so hot, I'd let her pee on me." It's not a hard limit, but not something I would explore these days.

I'm sure there are others. But I'm trying to encourage you whores to get your twats out here and post.

 

[LurkingPhoenix]

So yesterday’s discussion was pretty interesting. It was like there was two topics going on, with a lot of good information on both. Good to see Papa Chained showing up and asking a question.

I’m going to poke more into your private sexual lives and hit on the discussion from yesterday.

Apparently, for some reason, a few of the gals here don’t like having cum in their face. That’s a real tragedy, because girls are so pretty. And I do love the look of a facial. Some mentioned that they found it degrading. I think that’s kind of correct, the same way it’s degrading when a girl gets called a whore or a slut by their partner. In the wrong context, it is degrading. But in the right context, it’s degrading and sexy.

Personally, I’m vanilla and only like missionary position. All others are an abomination. Especially lady on top. Or the abhorrent dog style.

What limits do you have? What is something people like that you just don’t get? Are there hard limits that you’ll just never do? Why?

Take It To the Limit by The Eagles

https://youtu.be/bO4HnZ7XLsU

I've got little in the way of limits, practically.

Scat, like most sane people. Just...fucking NO.

Threesomes/group play. In a FMF, well, I do a good enough job disappointing one woman at a time. I don't need to double-down on that. MFM? Then I'm doing a far more impressive job of disappointing than I thought if a stunt cock needs to be brought in.

Incest play. No no never.

Food play, mostly. Makes my stomach lurch.