pounding

We need to get EB in here...he can write about stuff he's never done before with such finesse. Anybody who can write about aardvark sex, surely can write about 'Chloeing' with no problem.

I could say in for a penny, in for a pound; or I could say it makes no cents. But to be franc, any yuan of you could write about Chloe and the Carpenter, if euro nly had a yen for it...



... but that's not what you meant, is it? ;)
 
'Pounding' IMHO implies intensification, moving from romantic interplay to instinct-driven animal lust-rage-fervor. The settings may vary. He may pound an ass in the shower or during chihuahua-frenzied doggy-fucks. They may pound together, or piston or jackhammer or slam or whatever. But the forebrain checks out during pounding. The pounder devolves. Mindless fucking, yeah. Who has a problem with that?

Lol. Not me :D

And there we have it! :) Who has the power? The man whose forebrain has checked out or the woman who induced it to do so? Now boys comes the million dollar question: When she herself comes moments later, is it due to the expertise of your pounding or is it the rush she feels from holding the ultimate power? :cathappy:
 
And there we have it! :) Who has the power? The man whose forebrain has checked out or the woman who induced it to do so? Now boys comes the million dollar question: When she herself comes moments later, is it due to the expertise of your pounding or is it the rush she feels from holding the ultimate power? :cathappy:

Control
By TxRad

The smoke and mirrors of the mind,
Do so much when they bind.
Who can see and who is blind.
Is it you and are you mine?

Or am I the one,
Who cannot see?
That it is you who are controlling me.

The Dom, the Sub, the ill informed,
All have longings from the day they were born.
The whips and chains they do excite,
But the bonds of the mind have all the might.

Which is wrong and which is right?
Which is strong and holds the key,
The one on foot or the one on knee?
Is it you or is it me?
 
And there we have it! :) Who has the power? The man whose forebrain has checked out or the woman who induced it to do so? Now boys comes the million dollar question: When she herself comes moments later, is it due to the expertise of your pounding or is it the rush she feels from holding the ultimate power? :cathappy:

Or is it a combination of both? The power to arouse and excite and tease into a frenzy and then the knowledge that you've taken him over the edge and then the rush as he pounds away all combined with your own excitement and physical pleasure. I'd go for a meld of all of that myself.
 
ObTopic: Well, here we are again. SOMEBODY has to ask about this every few years / months / weeks, right? At least it's not underage sex, rape, or unicorns. Hmmm, pounded by a unicorn... But I digress.

'Pounding' IMHO implies intensification, moving from romantic interplay to instinct-driven animal lust-rage-fervor. The settings may vary. He may pound an ass in the shower or during chihuahua-frenzied doggy-fucks. They may pound together, or piston or jackhammer or slam or whatever. But the forebrain checks out during pounding. The pounder devolves. Mindless fucking, yeah. Who has a problem with that?

Yep, in writing terms, it marks when control is lost and the intensity of unbridled passion and primeval animal biology sets in. It can be with one or the other or both, but that's why more than one story line exists.
 
Control
By TxRad

The smoke and mirrors of the mind,
Do so much when they bind.
Who can see and who is blind.
Is it you and are you mine?

Or am I the one,
Who cannot see?
That it is you who are controlling me.

The Dom, the Sub, the ill informed,
All have longings from the day they were born.
The whips and chains they do excite,
But the bonds of the mind have all the might.

Which is wrong and which is right?
Which is strong and holds the key,
The one on foot or the one on knee?
Is it you or is it me?

That is excellent! Loved it! :rose:
 
Well, I really do think we turned this thread from the rehash that sr71plt feared into something far more interesting over today - my only fear now is, like sr71plt, that there'll be another rehash :eek:
 
Well, I really do think we turned this thread from the rehash that sr71plt feared into something far more interesting over today - my only fear now is, like sr71plt, that there'll be another rehash :eek:

Age old questions sometime need to be rehashed as long as they are held in the perspective that there is no right or wrong answer.
 
Age old questions sometime need to be rehashed as long as they are held in the perspective that there is no right or wrong answer.

I think this is the first discussion of pounding that's been run on the forum.
 
I think this is the first discussion of pounding that's been run on the forum.

I think you're right but then again like most threads, this one took a hard left turn several times and crossed several old questions in route. ;)
 
I was wondering just what physical training would be beneficial before attempting 'pounding' or 'Chloe sex'?

Weight lifting? Press-ups? Circuit training? Tai Chi? Or just a couple of months specialist tuition at your local gym?

Oh God, we're not going to be required to buy ObamaCare health insurance now for the health risks associated with sex chats, are we.... ugggh LOL

Wait, maybe I need to invent a new wrist exerciser to market as a medical device, and write some high dollar regulations requiring its use?)
 
...maybe I need to invent a new wrist exerciser to market as a medical device, and write some high dollar regulations requiring its use?)
The obvious high-end devices would be hominid robots aka androids to provide full-body workouts. Both pounder and poundee versions, of course. The cheap editions would feature weighted mannequins / fuckdolls and power-assisted trampolines.
 
Last night one of the characters in the story I'm currently working on "pounded, pounded, pounded" another character as they both gripped rungs of the brass headboard. It came as a surprise to the bottom who had already written the top off as perfunctory and distant in sex. They were having intense, out-of-control sex. Afterward they lay side by side, sweating and panting--and smiling. One of them smoked a Chesterfield. (It was 1955.) They didn't seem to have a care what prude readers thought. They weren't having the sex for prudish readers or readers with a gender agenda. After they gained control of their breath, they were going to do it again.
 
Last night one of the characters in the story I'm currently working on "pounded, pounded, pounded" another character as they both gripped rungs of the brass headboard. It came as a surprise to the bottom who had already written the top off as perfunctory and distant in sex. They were having intense, out-of-control sex. Afterward they lay side by side, sweating and panting--and smiling. One of them smoked a Chesterfield. (It was 1955.) They didn't seem to have a care what prude readers thought. They weren't having the sex for prudish readers or readers with a gender agenda. After they gained control of their breath, they were going to do it again.

:eek: Chesterfields?
 
:eek: Chesterfields?

Yep. I use cigarette brands (and use cigarettes at all) as an aid in dating a story or e-book. This e-book ("Big Sky Country") is a pen name story that parallels the filming of Giant in the mid 50s and plays on its male lead, Rock Hudson, secretly being gay and also on the heartthrob actor James Dean wrapping himself around a telephone pole and doing himself in doing what he liked to do best, being a bad boy, but conveniently not dying until all of his scenes were in the can.

Chesterfields were very popular cigarettes in the mid 1950s.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chesterfield_(cigarette)

I did a similar thing in one of my Valentine's Day contest stories ("The Aviators") with Lucky Strikes, expanding that to using variations on "Lucky" as a superstitious crutch in what the WWII American squadron in England named its bombers.
 
Yep. I use cigarette brands (and use cigarettes at all) as an aid in dating a story or e-book. This e-book ("Big Sky Country") is a pen name story that parallels the filming of Giant in the mid 50s and plays on its male lead, Rock Hudson, secretly being gay and also on the heartthrob actor James Dean wrapping himself around a telephone pole and doing himself in doing what he liked to do best, being a bad boy, but conveniently not dying until all of his scenes were in the can.

Chesterfields were very popular cigarettes in the mid 1950s.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chesterfield_(cigarette)

I did a similar thing in one of my Valentine's Day contest stories ("The Aviators") with Lucky Strikes, expanding that to using variations on "Lucky" as a superstitious crutch in what the WWII American squadron in England named its bombers.

Yeah, I know. Lucky Strikes, Pall Mall, Chesterfields, Camels...all from a day or two ago. My dad smoked all of those at one time or another. :cool:
 
That's a more limited application. Good for upper-body strength, tho.

All I use is punching bags and sparring pads and foam mats for the floor stuff. And my stretching partner s shoulders. A couple of hours serious TKD training turns you into jello. Even if you're old and unstretchy it comes in time. Its just hard work, pain and sweat. And when it comes to sparring, being able to take a good pounding. Coz those kicks can hurt, even with the pads.
 
Yeah, I know. Lucky Strikes, Pall Mall, Chesterfields, Camels...all from a day or two ago. My dad smoked all of those at one time or another. :cool:
Brand names can conjure an era's vibes. Names of vehicles, magazines, foods-drinks-smokes, clothes, cosmetics, drugs, entertainments and devices, all illustrate their realms of space-time. When I write, they're mostly period pieces, and such details are vital.
 
One of them smoked a Chesterfield. (It was 1955.)

In some parts of the world, readers would be wondering why they'd set fire to the furniture.

Cigarette brands aren't a good way of setting the time context for an international readership. In any case, I wonder how many younger readers would get an idea of the time context from knowing that a character smoked Player's Weights. I doubt they've ever heard of them or even know what they were.
 
Inappropriate date hint.

Brand names can conjure an era's vibes. Names of vehicles, magazines, foods-drinks-smokes, clothes, cosmetics, drugs, entertainments and devices, all illustrate their realms of space-time. When I write, they're mostly period pieces, and such details are vital.

Last night there was a showing of the family history research series "Who Do You Think You Are?" about the actor Warwick Davis.

One of his ancestors was a violinist in an American Band touring the UK in the 1850s. They performed negro songs in blackface although all of them were white. That was acceptable then but Warwick had difficulty when presented with a copy of their programme of songs for one performance.

He just couldn't or wouldn't say the title of one song on camera. The camera showed it anyway:

"Niggers be Gay"

A song title like that would have been acceptable in the UK up to the early 1960s or even until the 1970s except for the meaning of "Gay".

The Black and White Minstrel Show, with the male performers in blackface, ran on UK TV until 1978. By the end it was obviously offensive.

Although blackface performing could be used to date a story, personally I would prefer to use some other historical indicator.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Black_and_White_Minstrel_Show
 
In some parts of the world, readers would be wondering why they'd set fire to the furniture.

Cigarette brands aren't a good way of setting the time context for an international readership. In any case, I wonder how many younger readers would get an idea of the time context from knowing that a character smoked Player's Weights. I doubt they've ever heard of them or even know what they were.

The corner shop opposite my school used to sell Weights in packets of five. If you couldn't afford that the owner, for a small premium, would sell you one cigarette. Or you could part fund a packet of five with a friend.

The negotiations about who paid what because five cigarettes can't be split equally between two (or three) of you were heated and complex.

This advert of from the 1920s. By my time a packet of five cost eleven old pennies.

https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/23/cf/46/23cf461f33605ab82d413ae0091aba06.jpg
 
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The corner shop opposite my school used to sell Weights in packets of five. If you couldn't afford that the owner, for a small premium, would sell you one cigarette. Or you could part fund a packet of five with a friend.

The negotiations about who paid what because five cigarettes can't be split equally between two (or three) of you were heated and complex.

This advert of from the 1920s. By my time a packet of five cost eleven old pennies.

https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/23/cf/46/23cf461f33605ab82d413ae0091aba06.jpg

It was Senior Service Cadets at the shop near my school. It was a suspendable offence to be caught in there.
 
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