Share your wildest fantasy using these items only
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awwwwwwww
No peanut butter!
No peanut butter!
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OK
three items.....hmmmmm PB, feathers and honey!....brb
three items.....hmmmmm PB, feathers and honey!....brb
LRC
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YAWNNNNNNNNN .... SSSSSSSSTRETCH
plop (falling from hammock) covered in honey and cool whip
looking over at "^^" sitting on a bucket eating peanut butter, surrounded by supplies
HEY ..... no fair having a fantasy about me while I was sleeping
and what's with that hat? .... "I came, I saw , I fixed it"
plop (falling from hammock) covered in honey and cool whip
looking over at "^^" sitting on a bucket eating peanut butter, surrounded by supplies
HEY ..... no fair having a fantasy about me while I was sleeping
and what's with that hat? .... "I came, I saw , I fixed it"
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"^^^"
That'll teach ya to sleep with your tush up in the air!
That'll teach ya to sleep with your tush up in the air!
rambling man
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great idea for a thread, just too lazy to pen something
Neale
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Thank goddess for my addiction to MacGyver!
Items:
A remote island
the partner of your choice
one hammock
Some string
marshmallows
needle and thread
buttons
dairy whip
a bucket
roll of duct tape
pocket knife
Imoen and I decided to take a vacation, and I planned to surprise her completely. We landed in the Caribbean, and checked into our hotel. On the second night, I led her to a seaplane moored at a nearby dock, then blindfolded her once she was aboard, then took off. Some time later, we landed back on the same island, but she didn't realize that. Still blindfolded, she allowed me to lead her to a jeep, in which I drove her to a secluded spot I'd arranged the day before.
There, I'd set up a large hammock for our leisure... and pleasure. The bucket, full of ice and a bottle of sparkling wine, was set at the head of the hammock. Carefully, I placed my love on the hammock, and popped the cork on the wine. I'd forgotten glasses, so we 'roughed it,' and drank straight from the bottle, laughing at my slip-up. Once the wine was finished, I proceeded to strip my now tipsy, and still blindfolded, lover.
Once she and I were happily naked, I lay her back on the hammock. The duct tape was then used to bind her to the hammock, the knife coming in very handy to cut the tough tape. Her legs were spread wide, and her delightful pussy was already glistening in the moonlight.
One by one, the marshmallows were dipped into her delicious pussy fondue. Each time I dipped one in, I'd rub her rapidly swelling clit, eliciting moans of pleasure. The dipped marshmallow would then be placed between my lips, and shared with her in an intense kiss.
I'd already threaded several large, round buttons on the string, and, once she was ready, her pussy juices having run down into the crack of her ass, I began to push each button into her asshole, enjoying her gasps of pleasure as each one was slipped in.
After all the buttons were inserted, filling her back door wonderfully, I took the can of dairy whip, and sprayed her gleaming mounds, both top and bottom. Her nipples just barely peeked through the cream, but her pussy was totally buried.
I began to devour my treat, greedily licking up all the cream from her sensitive areas. Her breasts were cleaned first, then my attentions were shifted to the source of my favorite nectar.
It took a very, very long time to clean all the sticky cream from her furry bush, but she didn't complain over much. When all was clean, I proceeded to make absolutely certain that her clit was clean, sucking, licking, and nibbling on it until she began to buck wildly in orgasm.
When she was deep in the throes of her pleasure, I reached under her, and started pulling the button-laden string back out. With each pop of a button leaving her ass, Imoen screamed with orgasm. Several pop-goes-the-cummings later, my love was a quivering, but delighted, wreck.
I cut her free from the MacGyvered restraints, removed her blindfold, and cuddled up next to her on the hammock, happily snuggling with the love of my life.
Items:
A remote island
the partner of your choice
one hammock
Some string
marshmallows
needle and thread
buttons
dairy whip
a bucket
roll of duct tape
pocket knife
Imoen and I decided to take a vacation, and I planned to surprise her completely. We landed in the Caribbean, and checked into our hotel. On the second night, I led her to a seaplane moored at a nearby dock, then blindfolded her once she was aboard, then took off. Some time later, we landed back on the same island, but she didn't realize that.
Still blindfolded, she allowed me to lead her to a jeep, in which I drove her to a secluded spot I'd arranged the day before.There, I'd set up a large hammock for our leisure... and pleasure. The bucket, full of ice and a bottle of sparkling wine, was set at the head of the hammock. Carefully, I placed my love on the hammock, and popped the cork on the wine. I'd forgotten glasses, so we 'roughed it,' and drank straight from the bottle, laughing at my slip-up. Once the wine was finished, I proceeded to strip my now tipsy, and still blindfolded, lover.
Once she and I were happily naked, I lay her back on the hammock. The duct tape was then used to bind her to the hammock, the knife coming in very handy to cut the tough tape. Her legs were spread wide, and her delightful pussy was already glistening in the moonlight.
One by one, the marshmallows were dipped into her delicious pussy fondue. Each time I dipped one in, I'd rub her rapidly swelling clit, eliciting moans of pleasure. The dipped marshmallow would then be placed between my lips, and shared with her in an intense kiss.
I'd already threaded several large, round buttons on the string, and, once she was ready, her pussy juices having run down into the crack of her ass, I began to push each button into her asshole, enjoying her gasps of pleasure as each one was slipped in.
After all the buttons were inserted, filling her back door wonderfully, I took the can of dairy whip, and sprayed her gleaming mounds, both top and bottom. Her nipples just barely peeked through the cream, but her pussy was totally buried.
I began to devour my treat, greedily licking up all the cream from her sensitive areas. Her breasts were cleaned first, then my attentions were shifted to the source of my favorite nectar.
It took a very, very long time to clean all the sticky cream from her furry bush, but she didn't complain over much.
When all was clean, I proceeded to make absolutely certain that her clit was clean, sucking, licking, and nibbling on it until she began to buck wildly in orgasm.When she was deep in the throes of her pleasure, I reached under her, and started pulling the button-laden string back out. With each pop of a button leaving her ass, Imoen screamed with orgasm. Several pop-goes-the-cummings later, my love was a quivering, but delighted, wreck.
I cut her free from the MacGyvered restraints, removed her blindfold, and cuddled up next to her on the hammock, happily snuggling with the love of my life.
cymbidia
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Remember: you asked ...
Warning: piercing ahead. You've been warned.
MS and i badly needed to get away. Daily life was draining us, the small details were making us both snappish and temperamental, and we needed to get away. We had access to a small, remote island in the South Pacific and decided impulsively, as is our habit at times, to drop everything else and take some time for each other.
Upon our arrival, we were greeted by the caretaker of the only house on the island shone to our suite (a suite that contained, oddly enough, only a very large hammock for a bed, no regular bed at all). We’d just done a tour of the room, our hands touching each other lightly as we looked around, when a small smiling Polynesian man arrived bearing a large tray. Uncovering it with a flourish, he presented an amazing ice cream concoction to us, a huge thing in a bucket, insisting in broken English that we had to be hungry after our travels. He smiled again, and slipped from the room, telling us he'd be back in a few hours to let us know when dinner was ready.
We were hungry, actually, he'd gotten that right, but not for ice cream, at least, not to *eat* ice cream. We stripped, each of us thinking along the same lines. Our smiles turning to more serious expressions as arousal flamed into our bodies, we fed bits of whipped cream to each other, small bites of marshmallows, our other hands moving softly over each others skin, touching nipples, tweaking, playing, and moving lower, fingertips brushing over places already sensitized.
"Wait," he told me, his voice low and steady. I dropped my spoon into the bucket of fast-melting ice cream and watched it sink below the layer of whipped cream on top. "Don't move," he said, going to our luggage and rooting around through it.
He returned and placed my collar around my neck, a ritual we went through every time we played hard, and a tangible reminder of what i was to him, him to me. Cuffing me, he lifted my hands up high, up toward the hook on the ceiling, a hook that blended with the chandelier. A frustrated sound escaped him and he returned to the luggage. This time his hands held a pocket knife, some very strong and stout string, and a roll of duct tape. This time, my hands were fastened high above my head, and fastened so that i couldn't escape even if i wanted to. I moaned; such inescapable bondage aroused me in an incredible way and he knew it.
He touched me, his fingers sliding between my legs to check that which cannot be faked, and then he smiled down at me. "You're mine," he whispered, leaning in to kiss me, and i moaned agreements into his mouth, our tongues doing slippery, sliding war with each other while our bodies rubbed hard, seeking pressure, seeking touch. His fingers slid into me, and out. In and out. His tongue matched the motion in my mouth. I gasped, the heat flaring wildly and moaned and writhed against him, lost in the passion, already opening to whatever he wanted of me, for me.
He stepped back, his breath coming in gasps, and pulled on the rings that threaded my nipples. I arced toward him, pleading without words for more touching, and he allowed it, his fingers sliding down my body to rub my clit lightly, then harder, circling while pressing, just the way i needed it, just the way i responded to it, and i shook and gasped in response. He pressed and circled, faster and faster, while flame raced through me and i screamed, shaking, then asking begging moaning, needing permission. "Yes," he granted, "now, now, cum now". I exploded, his fingers driving me into the temporary insanity of orgasm, crying out his name, shaking and writhing, his eyes holding mine and taking all the emotion i felt.
Afterwards, i hung almost bonelessly from my bonds, my legs only supporting me weakly. He paced around me, touching, looking, commenting on my body, on the way i looked when i orgasms, on how i felt as he drove me there. I listened, the tremors slowing, my breathing going back to something like normal.
He stopped in front of me and lifted my chin with a finger so i could meet his eyes. "You need more decoration, b," he told me quietly. He brought a hand out from behind his back and opened it so i could see. In his palm were two small gold buttons, a thin sewing needle, and some gold thread. One button was in the shape of an "M", the other in the shape of an "S".
"These are going into your skin," he informed me quietly, "and will stay there for the time we're here. You'll tan with them in your skin. I'll take them off before we go home and we'll have a reminder of our time here, until the tan fades."
I nodded, my eyes on the small buttons.
He brought out the sterilizing stuff and began to ready the needle, the thread, and my skin. He'd pierced me many times before, with larger gauge needles, but this was the first time he would sew something into me. My heart rate increased. My body tensed, waiting, ready for the sting of the needle, needing to obey him, to accept and respond as he wished.
"I love you," he whispered, the needle poised over the smooth, unmarked skin atop my left breast.
"I love you, too," i whispered in return, stiffening, moaning deep in my throat, as the needle began its slow entry and arousal flooded my body.
Warning: piercing ahead. You've been warned.
MS and i badly needed to get away. Daily life was draining us, the small details were making us both snappish and temperamental, and we needed to get away. We had access to a small, remote island in the South Pacific and decided impulsively, as is our habit at times, to drop everything else and take some time for each other.
Upon our arrival, we were greeted by the caretaker of the only house on the island shone to our suite (a suite that contained, oddly enough, only a very large hammock for a bed, no regular bed at all). We’d just done a tour of the room, our hands touching each other lightly as we looked around, when a small smiling Polynesian man arrived bearing a large tray. Uncovering it with a flourish, he presented an amazing ice cream concoction to us, a huge thing in a bucket, insisting in broken English that we had to be hungry after our travels. He smiled again, and slipped from the room, telling us he'd be back in a few hours to let us know when dinner was ready.
We were hungry, actually, he'd gotten that right, but not for ice cream, at least, not to *eat* ice cream. We stripped, each of us thinking along the same lines. Our smiles turning to more serious expressions as arousal flamed into our bodies, we fed bits of whipped cream to each other, small bites of marshmallows, our other hands moving softly over each others skin, touching nipples, tweaking, playing, and moving lower, fingertips brushing over places already sensitized.
"Wait," he told me, his voice low and steady. I dropped my spoon into the bucket of fast-melting ice cream and watched it sink below the layer of whipped cream on top. "Don't move," he said, going to our luggage and rooting around through it.
He returned and placed my collar around my neck, a ritual we went through every time we played hard, and a tangible reminder of what i was to him, him to me. Cuffing me, he lifted my hands up high, up toward the hook on the ceiling, a hook that blended with the chandelier. A frustrated sound escaped him and he returned to the luggage. This time his hands held a pocket knife, some very strong and stout string, and a roll of duct tape. This time, my hands were fastened high above my head, and fastened so that i couldn't escape even if i wanted to. I moaned; such inescapable bondage aroused me in an incredible way and he knew it.
He touched me, his fingers sliding between my legs to check that which cannot be faked, and then he smiled down at me. "You're mine," he whispered, leaning in to kiss me, and i moaned agreements into his mouth, our tongues doing slippery, sliding war with each other while our bodies rubbed hard, seeking pressure, seeking touch. His fingers slid into me, and out. In and out. His tongue matched the motion in my mouth. I gasped, the heat flaring wildly and moaned and writhed against him, lost in the passion, already opening to whatever he wanted of me, for me.
He stepped back, his breath coming in gasps, and pulled on the rings that threaded my nipples. I arced toward him, pleading without words for more touching, and he allowed it, his fingers sliding down my body to rub my clit lightly, then harder, circling while pressing, just the way i needed it, just the way i responded to it, and i shook and gasped in response. He pressed and circled, faster and faster, while flame raced through me and i screamed, shaking, then asking begging moaning, needing permission. "Yes," he granted, "now, now, cum now". I exploded, his fingers driving me into the temporary insanity of orgasm, crying out his name, shaking and writhing, his eyes holding mine and taking all the emotion i felt.
Afterwards, i hung almost bonelessly from my bonds, my legs only supporting me weakly. He paced around me, touching, looking, commenting on my body, on the way i looked when i orgasms, on how i felt as he drove me there. I listened, the tremors slowing, my breathing going back to something like normal.
He stopped in front of me and lifted my chin with a finger so i could meet his eyes. "You need more decoration, b," he told me quietly. He brought a hand out from behind his back and opened it so i could see. In his palm were two small gold buttons, a thin sewing needle, and some gold thread. One button was in the shape of an "M", the other in the shape of an "S".
"These are going into your skin," he informed me quietly, "and will stay there for the time we're here. You'll tan with them in your skin. I'll take them off before we go home and we'll have a reminder of our time here, until the tan fades."
I nodded, my eyes on the small buttons.
He brought out the sterilizing stuff and began to ready the needle, the thread, and my skin. He'd pierced me many times before, with larger gauge needles, but this was the first time he would sew something into me. My heart rate increased. My body tensed, waiting, ready for the sting of the needle, needing to obey him, to accept and respond as he wished.
"I love you," he whispered, the needle poised over the smooth, unmarked skin atop my left breast.
"I love you, too," i whispered in return, stiffening, moaning deep in my throat, as the needle began its slow entry and arousal flooded my body.
Never
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It's not that difficult to tell when cymbidia's feeling randy -- but only if you know her. It was a nice effort cym but I've afraid I'm going to have to disqualify your entry, while it was a lovely story it:
1. Was not finished.
2. I doubt it was your wildest sexual fantasy.
Still, thanks for playing and I have some lovely Tupperware as your parting gift.
1. Was not finished.
2. I doubt it was your wildest sexual fantasy.
Still, thanks for playing and I have some lovely Tupperware as your parting gift.
G
Guest
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Sure. Me and Erin are on a deserted island. Using the string I tie the hammock to two trees and proceed to sleep for a few hours. I let the marhsmallows ferment and drink so much of my Marshmallow schnapps that I pass out. Erin, being the resourceful gal that she is, proceeds to build us a roomy bungalow out of a needle, thread and some buttons. I complain about the fact that she killed a pig and as such I have to live off a can of dairy whip, killing my plans to go vegan. I bitch about this constantly to the point where she duct tapes my mouth shut. This proves to be ineffective and I start writing out my indignation. Erin then realizes what life on a desert island would be like and kills me with a pocket knife.
She puts my carcass in a bucket and throws me to the sharks.
She puts my carcass in a bucket and throws me to the sharks.
scylis
Assassin/Subtlety Spec'd
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using the duct tape and the pocket knife, i make a giant interstellar spaceship out of the bamboo and palm trees as per the instructions found in the Professor's Survival Guide, then i set the autopilot to fly it into the sun. then i wave goodbye to the drunk i picked up and made my "partner" (hey, dying of starvation on a desert island is better than drowning in your own vomet in some gutter) and fly off.
dunno what i'd use the rest of the shit for.
dunno what i'd use the rest of the shit for.
cymbidia
unrepentant pervert
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Well hell, Never darlin'. What was i supposed to do? I HAD to use the needle. It was a requirement. What else am i gonna do with a needle, hmmm?Never said:
Is the Tupperware the clear lid/pastel base burping kind? You just can't get that good old fashioned kinda Tupperware anymore; it's a collector's item now. Lemme see it...
Never
Come What May
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In summer or spring,
Winter or autumn.
Just press the button on the bottom.
It's that cheepo neon colored stuff cym, the kind with the thin plastic that warps in the dishwasher. They sent me a trailer load when I became a lesbian and I never use it so I'm constantly trying to give it away.
Winter or autumn.
Just press the button on the bottom.
It's that cheepo neon colored stuff cym, the kind with the thin plastic that warps in the dishwasher. They sent me a trailer load when I became a lesbian and I never use it so I'm constantly trying to give it away.
Never
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~sighs~
I hate to tell you this cymbidia but..
The PTB.. and this isn't my opinion at all mind you.. can not stand bisexual women. I've yet to be in a lebian chatroom or board where there wasn't some serious bi-female bashing.
Sorry.
I'd share my supply with you though.
I hate to tell you this cymbidia but..
The PTB.. and this isn't my opinion at all mind you.. can not stand bisexual women. I've yet to be in a lebian chatroom or board where there wasn't some serious bi-female bashing.
Sorry.
I'd share my supply with you though.
luv2tvl69
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Definitely with WC on a remote Island in Tahiti (the most romantic place).
We were on a small boat going snorkeling, but we got lost and washed ashore on a deserted island. There are no phones, no tvs, no computers, just a small tikihut with a hammock and a small refrigerator with a few items in it. We know no one will miss us atleast until the next day, so we decide to explore the island and each other and make the best of our romantic situation.
We had some marshmallows in the boat so I brought them in the tikihut for when we got hungry. After exploring the island and collecting some berries, we decided to take a dip in the ocean. This was our first (hopefully of many) trip together since meeting online and having incredible cyber & phone sex. We stripped each other, exploring every part of our bodies as the clothing came off. We went into the tikihut to eat some of the fruit we picked. i took out the berries, and noticed a bottle of whipped cream (Yea, the date on the can was still good). I brought the fruit and whipped cream and marshmallows over to WC who was slightly dozing (naked) in the hammock.
I saw some things on the table near the hammock (a needle, thread, string and some duct tape and a small pocket knife). Looking at WC naked in the hammock was making me hot again and I decided to make the evening more interesting. I took my sarong and cut it into strips I cut a few strips of the duct tape and brought them over to the hammock. I gently took WC's hands and duct taped his wrists together, took a strip of the sarong and tied his arms above his head to the top of the hammock. He opened his eyes in surprise...in arousal. I took another strip of cloth and blindfolded him. He had his long legs spread and feet on the floor to balance the hammock. I love his thighs--very muscular from cycling and running. I take the needle and thread and alternately string the berries and marshmallows He can hear me, but doesnt know what I am doing. I touch his cock lightly and it jumps to attention. I start to stroke him to get him harder, I lick around the rim of his head and suck lightly. I then take the string of food and wind it around his cock licking his head while i do this. I then eat the berries and marshmallows off his cock while I give him a blow job. I take some marshmallows and melt them with the matches on the table...it is gooey, I put some of the melted marshmallow on his nipples and lick and suck them...they taste so sweet. Now I am feeling extemely aroused.
I take a marshmallow and put it inside me, take the whipped cream and spray it on my pussy. I move over WC so that we are in the 69 position. I lean down slightly so he can barely feel me, smell my sex but not really reach it yet. I then lean over and put whipped cream on his groin and cock. He is very aroused. I slowly lower myself onto his mouth as he devours me--he finds the marshmallow surprise. I lean down and lick the whipped cream off of him, and slowly take inch by inch of him in my mouth until I can feel him deep in my throat...I constrict my throat muscles to give him a squeezing sensation. I rub him between his balls and the crack of his ass as this spot always drives him wild. I am moving his shaft up and down into my mouth and throat it doesnt take much longer before his cum in my mouth...it is so yummy. I have had atleast 4 orgasms as he can always get multiples from me.
(sigh) Hope this wasnt too long...as you can tell by now I write/talk alot...its an oral thing with me
We were on a small boat going snorkeling, but we got lost and washed ashore on a deserted island. There are no phones, no tvs, no computers, just a small tikihut with a hammock and a small refrigerator with a few items in it. We know no one will miss us atleast until the next day, so we decide to explore the island and each other and make the best of our romantic situation.
We had some marshmallows in the boat so I brought them in the tikihut for when we got hungry. After exploring the island and collecting some berries, we decided to take a dip in the ocean. This was our first (hopefully of many) trip together since meeting online and having incredible cyber & phone sex. We stripped each other, exploring every part of our bodies as the clothing came off. We went into the tikihut to eat some of the fruit we picked. i took out the berries, and noticed a bottle of whipped cream (Yea, the date on the can was still good). I brought the fruit and whipped cream and marshmallows over to WC who was slightly dozing (naked) in the hammock.
I saw some things on the table near the hammock (a needle, thread, string and some duct tape and a small pocket knife). Looking at WC naked in the hammock was making me hot again and I decided to make the evening more interesting. I took my sarong and cut it into strips I cut a few strips of the duct tape and brought them over to the hammock. I gently took WC's hands and duct taped his wrists together, took a strip of the sarong and tied his arms above his head to the top of the hammock. He opened his eyes in surprise...in arousal. I took another strip of cloth and blindfolded him. He had his long legs spread and feet on the floor to balance the hammock. I love his thighs--very muscular from cycling and running. I take the needle and thread and alternately string the berries and marshmallows He can hear me, but doesnt know what I am doing. I touch his cock lightly and it jumps to attention. I start to stroke him to get him harder, I lick around the rim of his head and suck lightly. I then take the string of food and wind it around his cock licking his head while i do this. I then eat the berries and marshmallows off his cock while I give him a blow job. I take some marshmallows and melt them with the matches on the table...it is gooey, I put some of the melted marshmallow on his nipples and lick and suck them...they taste so sweet. Now I am feeling extemely aroused.
I take a marshmallow and put it inside me, take the whipped cream and spray it on my pussy. I move over WC so that we are in the 69 position. I lean down slightly so he can barely feel me, smell my sex but not really reach it yet. I then lean over and put whipped cream on his groin and cock. He is very aroused. I slowly lower myself onto his mouth as he devours me--he finds the marshmallow surprise. I lean down and lick the whipped cream off of him, and slowly take inch by inch of him in my mouth until I can feel him deep in my throat...I constrict my throat muscles to give him a squeezing sensation. I rub him between his balls and the crack of his ass as this spot always drives him wild. I am moving his shaft up and down into my mouth and throat it doesnt take much longer before his cum in my mouth...it is so yummy. I have had atleast 4 orgasms as he can always get multiples from me.
(sigh) Hope this wasnt too long...as you can tell by now I write/talk alot...its an oral thing with me
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