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Preferred Colour of (f) nipple

  • light pink

    Votes: 2,876 32.0%

  • dark pink

    Votes: 2,465 27.5%

  • light brown

    Votes: 2,119 23.6%

  • dark brown

    Votes: 1,518 16.9%
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I just came from the Lurving the Labia thread, where I commented on the beauty of pussies. I want to add here, the only parts of the human body that can compare in beauty to pussies are breasts, expecially when those breasts are tipped by lovely nipples.
 
my girl-friend's addition :p

gotta love having a girl who's willing to show her nipples for u guys :p
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My nipples are medium sized, dark pink and very sensitive to the touch. I love then rolled, pinched and biten. Now yah did it, went and turned me on more. TSK..TSK....shame on you. I just could not help myself. LOL Tata for now.
 
Boxlicker101 said:
I just came from the Lurving the Labia thread, where I commented on the beauty of pussies. I want to add here, the only parts of the human body that can compare in beauty to pussies are breasts, expecially when those breasts are tipped by lovely nipples.
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mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... nipples!!! big, hard, fat, swollen, erect nipples!!Huge, big, fat, swollen puffies you could choke on!!! mmmmmmm.... makes me think of nipples I have known, and wanted to know.... waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!! It's ok, I'm over her now.... sniff... lol!!
 
Boxlicker101 said:
I just came from the Lurving the Labia thread, where I commented on the beauty of pussies. I want to add here, the only parts of the human body that can compare in beauty to pussies are breasts, expecially when those breasts are tipped by lovely nipples.
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and of course, pussies.... and big pussy lips are equally as luscious and desirable..... just a matter of which is "glimpsed" first.... woah... meat flaps.... mmmmmmm.... and "camel-toes".......... omg.... sorry... outta control.. lol!!
 
JenniferMidnight said:
funny you should mention Robin...I rented Mrs. Doubtfire for my daughter this weekend - she loved it! What a wild guy he is - just love him. Saw him in L.A. at the Comedy Shop a billion years ago BEFORE he became famous (before Mork and Mindy) - the place was crying with laughter...
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If you love him then you'd be wild about me when I'm in the right mood. Sometimes I think the guy is my long lost brother on steroids, speed, crack and so forth. I do wish that I could naturally attain his energy level without need for chemical stimulants.
 
Boxlicker101 said:
I just came from the Lurving the Labia thread, where I commented on the beauty of pussies. I want to add here, the only parts of the human body that can compare in beauty to pussies are breasts, expecially when those breasts are tipped by lovely nipples.
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I'll agree with you partly except that I do place much more importance on nipples. It makes me want to cry when I see an otherwise beautiful woman (perfect eyes, hair, pubic mat, figure, etc.) who only has tiny "man nipples." Add on a nicely formed and good smelling pussy and that's my idea of heaven.
 
Poll choices

1. woman and man 50/50 making sensual, steamy love
2. woman demonstrating to her voyeur all the things he is not permitted to do to/with her
3. older woman with younger man, letting him taste many firsts under her direction


Ms. Midnight,

I too embrace the prospect of you combining #'s 1, 2, and 3 in a story.

For me, the older woman with the younger man strikes a deep chord of resonance, especially if you make the older woman someone who loves to teach and the younger man very innocent. For example, the woman might be a professor of literature at a college, with a deep love of erotic literature, and the young man a junior or senior in college, still a virgin, with an untutored love of poetry and an untutored love of sex, his knowledge limited, alas, to what he has read in books. He also aspires to be a writer. They might cross paths at a university, or better yet, they might cross paths on literotica. The woman teaches at a university in Canada and the young man studies at UCLA or Occidental College in Los Angeles.

His posts and his writing catches her eye, and she initiates a private correspondence with him, outside of a thread, and she begins to tutor his interest in erotica writing, introducing him first to the classics: Sappho, Catullus, Aristophanes' Lysistrata, and then progressing to the best contemporary erotic writing by women (e.g., Tobsha Learner's "Quivers").

The exchange of erotic correspondence about erotica literature--and about their own fantasies, desires, experiences or lack of experience--continues for several months. She knows, however, that she will be visiting San Francisco at the end of December for a MLA meeting of English professors. Compelled by his voice in his writing, she suggests they meet before the conference in Los Angeles and then drive up together along the Pacific Coast highway to San Francisco where she has a hotel booked for three nights for the conference.

To make a longer story short, they meet in Los Angeles, and she takes him to an ocean side hotel near the nude beach at San Onofre State Park in northern San Diego county where they have 2 nights and 3 days together. She insists upon teasing him unmercifully. The first night, she has him strip for her and play with himself while she, stripped down only to her lingerie, reads to him her own erotica poetry and stories.

In the morning, when they awake, she gives him a writing assignment: He must write his fantasies about all the things he wants to do with her--and for her to show him and do for him--while at the nude beach and back in bed that night.
At the beach, she strips down naked, but she will not let her touch him: He can only watch and listen as she whispers to him all the risque and forbidden things she has done with lovers, both women and men, and in groups. Back in the room at night, she has the young man read his fantasies to her and she also shows him videotapes of her with other lovers, and with room just lit by candelight, she has him listen to audiotapes of herself making love with men and women. Then she begins instructing him how to make love to a woman by playing with herself and taking herself with her favorite toys. Again, he is not allowed to touch her when she is nude--only watch and listen.

In the morning, she awakes first, and while in her lingerie, she kisses him and for the rest of the morning, they just kiss and kiss and kiss. Then they leave for San Francisco, and along the way, when they make stops to view the ocean or for lung, the kisses continue and the further north they go, the more passionate they become. Around Santa Barbara, she allows him to feel her bosoms through her blouse or t-shirt. Around San Luis Obispo, she allows his hand to slide under her shirt (she's wearing no bra of course) and play with her nipples. By the time they get to Santa Cruz, her panties have come off, and she let him rest his hand lightly on her pussy. To add to the stimulation, all along the ride she tells him about her favorite erotic moments and more about pleasuring a woman and how she loves to be taken.

Finally, they arrive in San Francisco in late afternoon, and she takes him to some of her favorite places in San Francisco, including Green Apple Books in the Richmond. They have rooms in the Hotel del Sol in the Marina, and there, in the night before the conference begins, they begin turning words to flesh, incarnating all of the fantasies they had written about and talked about, in correspondence and while in Southern California, engaging in 42-72 hours of intense, beautiful, joyous, steamy, sensual, 55-45 erotic play and uninhibited sex, never exactly 50-50 as she remains the teacher and he the student. He attends the conference where she gives a talk on the erotic poetry of Sappho and Catullus.
 
Sappholovers said:
1. woman and man 50/50 making sensual, steamy love
2. woman demonstrating to her voyeur all the things he is not permitted to do to/with her
3. older woman with younger man, letting him taste many firsts under her direction


Ms. Midnight,

I too embrace the prospect of you combining #'s 1, 2, and 3 in a story.

For me, the older woman with the younger man strikes a deep chord of resonance, especially if you make the older woman someone who loves to teach and the younger man very innocent. For example, the woman might be a professor of literature at a college, with a deep love of erotic literature, and the young man a junior or senior in college, still a virgin, with an untutored love of poetry and an untutored love of sex, his knowledge limited, alas, to what he has read in books. He also aspires to be a writer. They might cross paths at a university, or better yet, they might cross paths on literotica. The woman teaches at a university in Canada and the young man studies at UCLA or Occidental College in Los Angeles.

His posts and his writing catches her eye, and she initiates a private correspondence with him, outside of a thread, and she begins to tutor his interest in erotica writing, introducing him first to the classics: Sappho, Catullus, Aristophanes' Lysistrata, and then progressing to the best contemporary erotic writing by women (e.g., Tobsha Learner's "Quivers").

The exchange of erotic correspondence about erotica literature--and about their own fantasies, desires, experiences or lack of experience--continues for several months. She knows, however, that she will be visiting San Francisco at the end of December for a MLA meeting of English professors. Compelled by his voice in his writing, she suggests they meet before the conference in Los Angeles and then drive up together along the Pacific Coast highway to San Francisco where she has a hotel booked for three nights for the conference.

To make a longer story short, they meet in Los Angeles, and she takes him to an ocean side hotel near the nude beach at San Onofre State Park in northern San Diego county where they have 2 nights and 3 days together. She insists upon teasing him unmercifully. The first night, she has him strip for her and play with himself while she, stripped down only to her lingerie, reads to him her own erotica poetry and stories.

In the morning, when they awake, she gives him a writing assignment: He must write his fantasies about all the things he wants to do with her--and for her to show him and do for him--while at the nude beach and back in bed that night.
At the beach, she strips down naked, but she will not let her touch him: He can only watch and listen as she whispers to him all the risque and forbidden things she has done with lovers, both women and men, and in groups. Back in the room at night, she has the young man read his fantasies to her and she also shows him videotapes of her with other lovers, and with room just lit by candelight, she has him listen to audiotapes of herself making love with men and women. Then she begins instructing him how to make love to a woman by playing with herself and taking herself with her favorite toys. Again, he is not allowed to touch her when she is nude--only watch and listen.

In the morning, she awakes first, and while in her lingerie, she kisses him and for the rest of the morning, they just kiss and kiss and kiss. Then they leave for San Francisco, and along the way, when they make stops to view the ocean or for lung, the kisses continue and the further north they go, the more passionate they become. Around Santa Barbara, she allows him to feel her bosoms through her blouse or t-shirt. Around San Luis Obispo, she allows his hand to slide under her shirt (she's wearing no bra of course) and play with her nipples. By the time they get to Santa Cruz, her panties have come off, and she let him rest his hand lightly on her pussy. To add to the stimulation, all along the ride she tells him about her favorite erotic moments and more about pleasuring a woman and how she loves to be taken.

Finally, they arrive in San Francisco in late afternoon, and she takes him to some of her favorite places in San Francisco, including Green Apple Books in the Richmond. They have rooms in the Hotel del Sol in the Marina, and there, in the night before the conference begins, they begin turning words to flesh, incarnating all of the fantasies they had written about and talked about, in correspondence and while in Southern California, engaging in 42-72 hours of intense, beautiful, joyous, steamy, sensual, 55-45 erotic play and uninhibited sex, never exactly 50-50 as she remains the teacher and he the student. He attends the conference where she gives a talk on the erotic poetry of Sappho and Catullus.
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Dear Sappholovers,

The idea that he is her student is erotic and feasible. I do remember a few incidents in both high school and university that made it clear a teacher was attracted to me. University professors must battle this temptation often, especially the young academics or the great scholars. There is a vulnerability to being a student… unconditionally surrendering yourself to your professor – you are in his hands in so many ways. He’s your mentor and teacher with a passion for knowledge that is attractive all on its own. He has no choice but to devote himself to the task of ‘helping’ you nurture your love for learning in whatever means it takes.

A week on the west coast with my favourite professor? Hmmmm, yes please…
 
i love breasts. they are so beautiful in every way. everyone has unique traits about them...amazing. :kiss:
 
 
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