Saturday Nite on The GB: Berets & Snapping Fingers Please

[Lancecastor]

His tongue was deep between her thighs
And he pinged her box with his packets fat
Her lips coaxed open cock wanting
And her mouse clicking its approval in reply

He's stroking eight megabits of fat content
While his words suck her into aftershocks
She sucks his cock as she types
Her microsoft natural hands softly sliding

O'er the plastic of it the polystyrene
Polyamory incadesence she dreams as candles
And he waits there for the next missive
Wondering on the sweet cruelty of interlove

They could hating a movie together
Or fighting after the restaurant
Maybe about the size of the tip
But luckily they've not met

So his tongue is deep between her thighs
And he pings her box with his packets fat
Her lips coaxed open cock wanting
And her mouse clicking its approval in reply

 

[*bratcat*]

 

[RisiaSkye]

Nice one, Lance.

All it needs is a boolean loop sequence.

 

[Monazwx]

Wow.

*snapping fingers wildly*

 

[Bob_Bytchin]

Like...groovy man

 

[Nora]

That is hysterical!

 

[hogjack]

That

blew my mind.

 

[Freya]

Interesting.

 

[Guest]

 

[Lancecastor]

I'll be selling the album after the gig, man.

 

[*bratcat*]

 

[Rubyfruit]

Yanno for all the women in here who cautioned against being close to Lance, I think you all suck. I don't think I've ever seen a Lance post I didn't like.

You're not alone babygirl.

 

[Lancecastor]

That's really quite nice. Thank you for the feedback; I don't write much by way of verses and have never been so silly as to write something in ten minutes and throw it up like that on the spot, so your gentle comments are sincerely appreciated.

 

[Freya]

Yanno for all the women in here who cautioned against being close to Lance, I think you all suck. I don't think I've ever seen a Lance post I didn't like.

I haven't had any problems with him - I find him strangely intriguing in an obnoxious kind of way.

 

[Guest]

 

[Lancecastor]

oh sorry, i wasn't aware it wasn't common knowledge already.

I have yet to see a damn picture though, every time I ask him for one he mysteriously forgets to PM me back, and damnit he keeps teasing me with it too.

Don't take it personally. I'm quite beastly. It's better this way, really.

 

[Lancecastor]

I need a wormhole.

I need a worm hole
A worm hole for your love baby
Something in vermillion red
Like the color of your lips
Wet. Slick. Ready. Always.
I'll tuck it in the corner
Over by my bed
So when I wake up stiff and wet
As usual
And reach over for you
To find nothing
But cotton and pillow top support faux
I'll just say fuck it
I need to be in her
And I'll slip into it
Like a warm wave on a sunny day
Salty tumbling power confusion guided
You'll stir a little
As I look at you
And touch your neck
And stroke your hair
Then move it back
And whisper in your ear
"I'm here."
You'll just smile and
Say what took you so long
Traffic was hell in the wormhole baby
And you'll know what to do
Yeah
I need a wormhole

 

[Freya]

More fodder for the fantasy machine.

 

[Lancecastor]

Cream

There's a time
When two are one
Wet flesh slips inside her
Dancing, talking, eating done
Eyes lock target acquired
Heat seeking stiff terminal velocity
Parting folds of pink
Hot ridge thick desire
Diving deep in the pool
Its at that moment
That the cream
Always rises
To the top


(moved from my other beatnik thread as housekeeping)

 

[calypso_21]

Fuck, after reading this I am SO not going back to bed!!

To sleep that is.

 

[Lancecastor]

I'm the backbeat.

I'm astral planing
O'er your body
Lying there
In the dark
And you can feel it
If you listen
To the synchopated beating
Of another heart
That's me
I'm your backbeat
I'm the one
You think you see
From the corner
Of your eye
In those places you go
By yourself with a crowd
And you wonder
Why you feel alone
But turned on
That's me
I just licked behind your knee
Cuz I noticed
How you dressed
How you chose with care
Those things most dont see
Thats me
I'm the backbeat
I'm the one
You think you feel
With your fingers
In the darkness
Yeah thats me
I'm the backbeat
I'm the backbeat
I'm the backbeat
And I'm waiting
Till you see me

 

[glamorilla]

dig.

 

[Don K Dyck]

Good Ones

God stuff, Lance

 

[Lancecastor]

It's Always the Same

I wake up erect
it's always the same
the pause that refreshes
fresh cream on my dream
baby

Before eyes are open
I feel smooth percale
joydrops kissing wabasso
I float up to you
sunshine

I know I'll reach down
squeeze some clearlove
dig that primal urgent
but I conjur you first
magic

legsmmmmy my mmmmy
your glorious ass
pirouetting on my face
slick sex lips swelling
tasty

I grab peaches firm
cuz I want to
"Tug your nipples." you do it
breath your musk to survive
dizzy

tongue tango six niner foxtrot
slick and twitching
securing the ridge...ahhh...
smooth hanging heavy
distracted

a walk on the beach
two finger come-hither
she's moaning my name
cuz this bud's for you
plunging

your fingers are mine
all dancing all singing
slippery pink petals
you bent wet and spread
jammin

walk down to your gate
ankles akimbo on shoulders
licking toes wrists and knees
a chain clamps and gleams
saucy

fresh creamery goodness
inside your thighs
soft tender skin
gripped at the hips
pumping

fat veiny mushroom
squirt an arc gleams
to your chin
your smile lites the day
finally


It's always the same.

 

[intrigued]

Re: It's Always the Same

I wake up erect
it's always the same
the pause that refreshes
fresh cream on my dream
baby

Before eyes are open
I feel smooth percale
joydrops kissing wabasso
I float up to you
sunshine

I know I'll reach down
squeeze some clearlove
dig that primal urgent
but I conjur you first
magic

legsmmmmy my mmmmy
your glorious ass
pirouetting on my face
slick sex lips swelling
tasty

I grab peaches firm
cuz I want to
"Tug your nipples." you do it
breath your musk to survive
dizzy

tongue tango six niner foxtrot
slick and twitching
securing the ridge...ahhh...
smooth hanging heavy
distracted

a walk on the beach
two finger come-hither
she's moaning my name
cuz this bud's for you
plunging

your fingers are mine
all dancing all singing
slippery pink petals
you bent wet and spread
jammin

walk down to your gate
ankles akimbo on shoulders
licking toes wrists and knees
a chain clamps and gleams
saucy

fresh creamery goodness
inside your thighs
soft tender skin
gripped at the hips
pumping

fat veiny mushroom
squirt an arc gleams
to your chin
your smile lites the day
finally


It's always the same.

Oh, my God.

Speechless.


You mean there was a warning about Lanciepants???

I wish I had known, but alas, it's just too damn late.