misogynistic recreation

catalina_francisco said:
Ahah we are already making a hunting party, I have this idea that at least Rosco will join as well, the question is though as hunter or hunted.

Francisco.

In his case, one wonders.
 
catalina_francisco said:
Ahah we are already making a hunting party, I have this idea that at least Rosco will join as well, the question is though as hunter or hunted.

Francisco.

Either way is fine. I am dangerous prey, though. Like the gorilla of Africa, I may well turn the tables on the pursuit. A double-back, a sudden ambuscade, and the erstwhile mountee finds him or herself mounted instead, be he male or female, it makes no matter to I.
 
rosco rathbone said:
Either way is fine. I am dangerous prey, though. Like the gorilla of Africa, I may well turn the tables on the pursuit. A double-back, a sudden ambuscade, and the erstwhile mountee finds him or herself mounted instead, be he male or female, it makes no matter to I.

Just makes you just that more interesting Rosco. I ain't skeered a ya!
 
I have hunted naked female throughout the dark forests of this world....World 3-A. Asride a six-legged steed.

At setting of the three suns, my black caparison'd outriders return to the obsidian stockade and there we do feast upon roasted woman-flesh and loll about in exoskeletons of umber hue beneath the weakly fluttering flappings of a crepuscular banner.

And in the crepuscule come call and response of elation and suffering from the rape-pens; as my men take their loud pleasure at end of day.

It is good to be Rosco, Negative Duke of World 3-A.
 
Ebonyfire said:
Just makes you just that more interesting Rosco. I ain't skeered a ya!

And when I said "mounted", I was not referring to the taxidermical preservation of animal heads, either.

*bares teeth*

Up for it, eh? Could turn out in a way you don't expect. Tables turned, huntress hunted, Top mounts domme in the dark forests of the hunt....

*ennio morricone spaghetti-western/camera-panning-the-wasteland flute trill*
 
catalina_francisco said:
Maybe I should put a cork up my ass, if we go hunting you Rosco.

Just to be safe.

Francisco.

You've more than one hole in you, I imagine. Extras can be created as need if the boyhole is cork'd.
 
rosco rathbone said:
You've more than one hole in you, I imagine. Extras can be created as need if the boyhole is cork'd.

Ok I think I will be spectator, can imagine better deaths then being killed by the might erected Rosco staff penetrating my brains.

I will leave it up to mightier hunters than I am, seems a lot safer to me. Will perv form distance safe in my bunker.

Francisco
 
catalina_francisco said:
Ok I think I will be spectator, can imagine better deaths then being killed by the might erected Rosco staff penetrating my brains.

I will leave it up to mightier hunters than I am, seems a lot safer to me. Will perv form distance safe in my bunker.

Francisco

Let the dark hunt begin!!!!

sound of trumpets and gongs
 
This sounds like it would make a great new thrill ride at Busch Gardens-The Dark Continent, in Tampa. Keep some of the Dads and Moms busy, while the kids ride the coasters and water rides.

Back to trumpets and gongs....












Love that choice of music....spagetti western flute trill...how appropos....Do you have a cheroot in your teeth too?
 
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It would be more fun if the hunters were naked too, and just had a great big net. Or maybe blowdarts with a neurotoxin that would induce temporary paralysis.
 
Blowdarts full of viagra, for the bonobo hunts are on!

Hit Rathbone and he might explode, I won't say I'm not in the least scared.


although Francisco with a cork up his ass, I'd pay to see....
 
rosco rathbone said:
I have to admit, this sounds like a lot of fun.

There ought to be some severe penalty for being shot, other than the pain of being hit.

The idea of mounting the prey like animals fucking in the woods is great in fantasy.


I think the article said the women get paid $5000.00 if they are not shot but $1000.00 if they are. I'm guessing this is not the penalty you had in mind.



BTW, y'all are a riot.
 
rosco rathbone said:
And when I said "mounted", I was not referring to the taxidermical preservation of animal heads, either.

*bares teeth*

Up for it, eh? Could turn out in a way you don't expect. Tables turned, huntress hunted, Top mounts domme in the dark forests of the hunt....

*ennio morricone spaghetti-western/camera-panning-the-wasteland flute trill*

LOL, if you say so, but I doubt it. For one thing, I am not interested in Doms. The prey I prefer are submissives. So no, I am not afraid of you or any man. No matter how big they talk.
 
Ebonyfire said:
LOL, if you say so, but I doubt it. For one thing, I am not interested in Doms. The prey I prefer are submissives. So no, I am not afraid of you or any man. No matter how big they talk.

Ah, you like to hunt fish in a barrel. Like shooting deer from a helicopter with a machine gun.

Those little sumbissives probly do everything they could to get caught. Not much of a hunt.
 
AnelizeDarkEyes said:










Love that choice of music....spagetti western flute trill...how appropos....Do you have a cheroot in your teeth too?

Funny you mention this. I just last month took up the cheeroot thing. Much cooler than a big fat penis-substitute seegar.

[voice=RObt deniro in capefear]Thisy'er CHEE root is wot SEPArates me from WHITEtrash![voice]
 
rosco rathbone said:
Funny you mention this. I just last month took up the cheeroot thing. Much cooler than a big fat penis-substitute seegar.

[voice=RObt deniro in capefear]Thisy'er CHEE root is wot SEPArates me from WHITEtrash![voice]

I so pictured you with a cheroot. All along. Busted. *sly grin*

~anelize
 
rosco rathbone said:
Ah, you like to hunt fish in a barrel. Like shooting deer from a helicopter with a machine gun.

Those little sumbissives probly do everything they could to get caught. Not much of a hunt.

I am lazy. I hate to sweat. If they ran I probably would not chase them. Just pick up the phone and call the next in line.And when you get here, bring Me a drink
 
Ebonyfire said:
I am lazy. I hate to sweat. If they ran I probably would not chase them. Just pick up the phone and call the next in line.And when you get here, bring Me a drink

You would miss the thrill of the hunt, the blood pumping through your veins, the adreline kicking in, the eyes focusing on the prey.

Time slows down, a minute becomes an hour, a second a minute. The world becomes blurry until only you and your prey exist.

The paintball leaves the barrel of your rifle and you can follow its path until it reaches your prey. Striken surprised it falls knowing that a mighty hunter is coming to enjoy the spoils that belong to the victor.

Me of course will see all of this from the safety of my bunker and will applaud the mighty hunter.

Francisco.
Ps I will throw a bunker party afterwards.
 
catalina_francisco said:
You would miss the thrill of the hunt, the blood pumping through your veins, the adreline kicking in, the eyes focusing on the prey.

Time slows down, a minute becomes an hour, a second a minute. The world becomes blurry until only you and your prey exist.

The paintball leaves the barrel of your rifle and you can follow its path until it reaches your prey. Striken surprised it falls knowing that a mighty hunter is coming to enjoy the spoils that belong to the victor.

Me of course will see all of this from the safety of my bunker and will applaud the mighty hunter.

Francisco.
Ps I will throw a bunker party afterwards.

Did you say party? I'm there! Hand Me that paintball gun! Wait a minute. I think I have a cunning plan. I will have a designated hunter. Someone to hunt for Me, to get sweaty and funky in My name!

Yeah, that's the ticket!
 
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