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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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schaeff said:
imagination runs wild somewhere between here and reality. welcum to the Jennifer Zone
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Hey Schaeff, I think you just nailed down the perfect title for my first short story paperback, "The Jennifer Zone" - and rightly so, not too far from the Twilight Zone (for all of you that are *cough cough* of such an age).

I'm not sure if I told you but I was contacted by a publishing company and will be working with an editor and artist soon to play with one of my stories, Love Those Traffic Jams. I'll have to pull it off Lit. when the time comes. This is going to be fun!
 
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Nipple's

Boxlicker101 said:
Large and sensitive, of course, and the color would depend on the woman's race. If she has very fair skin, her nipples would be pink, about the same shade as her areolas while a darker skinned woman would have nipples ranging to almost black. They would probably be darker than the surrounding flesh. When erect, they should be firm but not hard and when licked, the tongue should feel tiny ridges of firmness. :kiss:
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One nipple on each boobie,,It's best to go from one nipple & later go to the other nipple in order to keep a steady balance,,Yummy
 
 
Yes beyond doubt

Dreamliner said:
Susan2002 said:
This girl has amazing nipples


Susan, great find and yes those are seriously nice nipples, a definite mouthfull.
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Will lead to a great throbbing squirting juicy cum climax, :KISS: :ROSE:
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Hi folks. I've been lurking in this thread for some time now,and I've always found the pictures posted here to be mouth-watering.(I've got kind of a nipple fetish)

Well,it's time I contributed some pics of my own,I hope y'all like 'em.(and I hope they're not repeats)


http://www.fotofap.com/files/80573_lgair/hard-asian-nipples1.jpg


http://www.fotofap.com/files/80580_iaskn/13a.jpg


http://www.fotofap.com/files/80572_0z5wm/118410576616.jpg


http://www.fotofap.com/files/80581_evg1h/L.jpg


http://www.fotofap.com/files/80576_u9suv/perfect_long_nips.jpg


http://www.fotofap.com/files/80571_lb5ih/38550.jpg
 
I don't think any of them were repeats but, if they were, they are well worth repeating.

I would not call an admiration of nipples a fetish. If you were turned on by her shoes, or hair ribbons or other non-sexual articles, those would be fetishes. Being attracted by breasts, including nipples, is certainly mainstream. :p
 
 
:nana: :kiss: Aw someeeeee

vikingnyak77 said:
she is absolutely amazingly beautiful..!!!
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:) All partisapation seen here is a 10,,and for a Awsome performance every
movement should be allowed to show all their high Level of female & male
ejaculation pleasure,, :nana: :kiss: :D ;) :heart: :rose: :rose: :rose:
 
"Perfect Breasts!"

Perfect Breasts!

A guy walking down the street sees a woman with perfect breasts. He says to
her, "Hey miss, would you let me bite your breasts for $100 dollars?"

"Are you nuts?" she replies, and keeps walking away.

He turns around, runs around the block and gets to the corner before she
does. "Would you let me bite your breasts for $1,000 dollars?" he asks
again.

"Listen you; I'm not that kind of woman! Got it?"

So the guy runs around the next block and faces her again.. "Would you let
me bite your breasts just once for $10,000 dollars?"

She thinks about it for a while and says, "Hmmm, $10,000 dollars, eh? Ok,
just once, but not here. Let's go to that dark alley over there."

So they go into the alley, where she takes off her blouse to reveal the most
perfect breasts in the world. As soon as he sees them, he grabs them and
starts caressing them, fondling them slowly, kissing them, licking them,
burying his face in them, but not biting them.

The woman finally gets annoyed and asks, "Well? Are you gonna bite them or
not?"

"Nah", he replies. "Costs too much..." :D
 
bbkradwell said:
Perfect Breasts!

A guy walking down the street sees a woman with perfect breasts. He says to
her, "Hey miss, would you let me bite your breasts for $100 dollars?"

"Are you nuts?" she replies, and keeps walking away.

He turns around, runs around the block and gets to the corner before she
does. "Would you let me bite your breasts for $1,000 dollars?" he asks
again.

"Listen you; I'm not that kind of woman! Got it?"

So the guy runs around the next block and faces her again.. "Would you let
me bite your breasts just once for $10,000 dollars?"

She thinks about it for a while and says, "Hmmm, $10,000 dollars, eh? Ok,
just once, but not here. Let's go to that dark alley over there."

So they go into the alley, where she takes off her blouse to reveal the most
perfect breasts in the world. As soon as he sees them, he grabs them and
starts caressing them, fondling them slowly, kissing them, licking them,
burying his face in them, but not biting them.

The woman finally gets annoyed and asks, "Well? Are you gonna bite them or
not?"

"Nah", he replies. "Costs too much..." :D
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Good Stuff... ;)
 
WHAT STUFF?, IS GOOD,Yeaaaaaaaa,could be OKaaaa

namron711 said:
Good Stuff... ;)
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;) ,, Up Up higher,mmmm,mmmm, good ,nice,yummy,yum,yum :kiss: ;Kiss: Long Lasting & All That,mmm,mm,, It's True Take A Look,, Take Care :heart:
 
JenniferMidnight said:
Click on picture Post #12108 (from our Mutt) for my inspiration.

…let your mind stroll to a place in your building…the one that you work in. It’s noon and you find yourself on a routine mission - going to the cafeteria for a bite to eat in the basement of your work place. There is no one in the hallway as you routinely walk to your destination. It’s a familiar walk – you’re on ‘automatic pilot’, deep in thought of that mysterious man that has consumed you online all morning. You make note to stop logging onto that alluring world of cyber when you should be tackling the thousands of tasks your day presents you. It’s called work, Jennifer. Get a grip!

Something catches your eye – it’s a key lying on the floor. You stoop to pick it up and find that it has a room number on it. Without a moments thought (god knows why?) you turn and walk in the other direction to room B-149 – the number on the key.

The walk down the corridor is short. You turn a corner and the room is on your immediate right. How many times have you passed this door without notice and now it beacons you with a powerful sense of draw and mystery. As you slip the key into the door, your heart starts to pound. It’s a silly feeling – one that stirs up the bowels of your stomach – like a schoolgirl off on a foolish fantasy. You push the door open and find the room is in darkness but the light from the hallway gives you a glimpse of a crowded space – it’s full of boxes and old desks and the like. But in the centre of the room is a dim light hanging from the ceiling. Yes, you see it now as your eyes get accustomed to the faint luminosity, and below the tin lamp is a strange looking table. Your curiosity is baited and you stroll across the room without caution, ignoring the tingles crawling up your back. “Click”, the door closes behind you, echoing a soft voice of finality but you keep on walking towards the light – towards the table.

As you approach it you see restraints: a set for wrists and another for ankles. Your hand runs over the cold steel and you wonder what this possibly could have been used for. An uncontrollable urge sweeps over you and you hop up onto the table. Knowing what you should do next, you lie down, spreading your legs slightly so your ankles nuzzle into the steel restraints. You offer your wrists to the remaining cold clamps and suddenly the light goes out…
let your mind stroll to a place in your building…the one that you work in. It’s noon and you find yourself on a routine path - going to the cafeteria for a bite to eat in the basement of your work place. There is no one in the hallway as you routinely walk to your destination. It’s a familiar walk – you’re on ‘automatic pilot’, deep in thought of that mysterious man who has been intriguing you all morning online. You make a note to stop logging onto the alluring cyber world when you should be tackling the thousands of tasks your day presents you. It’s called work, Jennifer. Get a grip!

Something catches your eye – it’s a key lying on the floor. You stoop to pick it up and find that it has a room number on it. Without a moments thought (god knows why?) you turn and walk in the other direction to room B-149 – the number on the key.

The walk down the corridor is short. You turn a corner and the room is on your immediate right. You’ve passed this door so many times before without notice and now it beacons you with a powerful draw and sense of mystery. As you slip the key into the keyhole, your heart starts to pounds. It’s a silly feeling – one that stirs up the bowels of your stomach – like a schoolgirl off on a foolish fantasy. You push the door open and find the room is in darkness but the light from the hallway gives a glimpse of a crowded space – it’s full of boxes and old desks and the like. But in the centre of the room is a dim light hanging from the ceiling. Yes, you see it now as your eyes get accustomed to the faint luminosity - below the tin lamp is a strange looking table. Your curiosity is baited and you stroll across the room without caution or acknowlegement of your usual sensibility. “Cick”, the door closes echoing a soft voice of finality but you keep on walking towards the light – towards the table.

As you approach it you see restraints: one for wrists and one for ankles. Your fingertips run over the cold steel and you wonder what this apparatus could have possibly been used for. An uncontrollable urge takes you over – you go with it and hop up onto the table. You know what you should do next and lie down, spreading your legs slightly so your ankles naturally nuzzle into the steel restraints. You offer your wrists to the remaining cold clamps and suddenly the light goes out…
JM


Author's note: I can't take credit for the concept, but the interpretation and memory are all mine.
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Yes! You have finally gotten her to see the damn key! So many times the key lay there all lunch hour and no one even bothered to pick it up. Then a few times others have come in to the room, lured by your key bait. You've had to make up excuses and ask for the key back. Now your dream woman has not only found the key, but unlocked the door and seen your handiwork!

At first it had just been a full sized examining table stored away. Where it had come from was any body's guess. Now, you have fixed it up to be a BDSM fantasy machine hidden away in this isolated, dark and forbidden space.

You held your breath as you watched her darkened silhouette ease into the store room and then fixate on your creation. Then she actually began to lay down and do your bidding without even being asked as though she was reading your mind. You quickly lock the door again.

Flicking out the light, you wait a moment or two, then speak out in your deep, male voice "Have you been a naughty girl?"

She answers, "Yes, yes I have."

"You know then what must happen."

"Oh, yes...yes I do..." you say excitedly.

"Keep you eyes closed" You command.

"Must I?" she pleads, with a pouted look.

"Yes! Perhaps you can open them later." You offer.

You take time then to ensure all the clamps and restraints are secure and snug but not binding her too tightly...just yet. She feels your presence and squirms underneath your watchful eye as you flick a switch that turns on a light source that magically back lights her.

You begin to unbutton her blouse ever so boldly and deliberately as her blouse falls open to reveal her bra bursting with an abundance of delicious breast flesh. She begins to breath heavily, then to pant.

"You know you want me to keep going, don't you, you naughty..."

"Yesss...please" You hiss your plea.

And so you tease her and haltingly caress the fullness of her through her bra. She groans and squirms at your touch, but keeps her eyes closed. In a bit of a surprise, you then begin to lift the hem of her skirt slowly up her lovely legs that seem to go all the way up. She seems to be peeking at this surprising move.

"Ah... I see you still need lessons in your naughtiness my sweet" You then pull her skirt up past her waist. She is naked but for French cut brief panties that show off her ass as you turn her to the side and spank her ass cheek. "And such naughty panties," you say as you spank her again and once again for good measure.


SxRx







SxRx
 
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