Similes and Metaphors.

Bianca choked, like a politician trying to tell the truth, but took it like a man in jail who just became the lover to Bubba the love slave, and sucked Elvis until he screamed like a little girl on Christmas day.
 
While Bianca and Elvis and some guy from jail performed a variety of sex acts under the willow tree from the opening of the thread, the other Elvis remained back at the convent where he was as confused as a Florida voter with a butterfly ballot.
 
This thread has me more confused than a man who just realized that he has a been a woman along and could never understand why they didn't make a condom to fit his extremely small penis.
 
confusion abounds! much like thinking condoms are bubble gum, elvis and bianca can no longer chew on each other, their jaws aching, they can only stare at the various narrators and hope for direction like amateur b-rated porno actors
 
But our victims must be patient, like virgins on their wedding night, anxious, horny, scared, until we return from a good night's sleep and hopeful from some incredible sex.
 
Cujo was no more a bitch than a bull is a cow, or a rooster a hen, or a boy wombat a girl wombat.
 
(poor cujo, being a hemaphrodite was so difficult and probably what caused it to become afflicted with a case of raging rabies and not a bite by some wild squirell)

neither here, nor there, the people of the cloister became eerily quiet like the calm before the storm, awaiting the next sequel of their existance to appear, like an impotent man awaiting his next erection
 
Bianca couldn't take it anymore, like a crowd listening to Rosanna Barr sing the National Athem, she needed sex, like a nympho who last sex partner was 1 no 2 seconds ago, she lay down on the ground and spread her legs, like a tunnel waiting for train to pull through.
 
Honey123 said:
Bianca couldn't take it anymore, like a crowd listening to Rosanna Barr sing the National Athem, she needed sex, like a nympho who last sex partner was 1 no 2 seconds ago, she lay down on the ground and spread her legs, like a tunnel waiting for train to pull through.

She was confused, like a lemming listening to Pink Floyd backwards, and she wondered where the hell she was.
 
cloudy said:
She was confused, like a lemming listening to Pink Floyd backwards, and she wondered where the hell she was.
**secretly whispering.. "i buried paul" to add to confusion and letting cloudys inner lemmings wrek havoc**
 
Elvis got down on his knees, like a priest praying that that little kid won't talk, and began to lick Bianca's sex like a dog drinking his last bit of water.

*"I am not Lauren" was also playing in the background
 
Honey123 said:
Elvis got down on his knees, like a priest praying that that little kid won't talk, and began to lick Bianca's sex like a dog drinking his last bit of water.

*"I am not Lauren" was also playing in the background

The priest stood still, gaping at the two of them like a venus fly trap.. his excitement was palpable, his robe rising away from his body like a tent...
 
vella_ms said:
The priest stood still, gaping at the two of them like a venus fly trap.. his excitement was palpable, his robe rising away from his body like a tent...

He discarded his robe like yesterday's coffee grounds, and fell on Bianca.
 
He thrust like a GI digging a foxhole under heavy fire, like a woodpecker excavating a hole before his inamorata flew away, like a pirate digging for buried treasure before the tide swept in like a tsunami.

Og
 
He was immediately flooded with Bianca's wetness, like a damn who's gates had just been opened, and his penis slid easily in and out of her sex, like a slicked up lemming sliding in and out of his hole.
 
Honey123 said:
He was immediately flooded with Bianca's wetness, like a damn who's gates had just been opened, and his penis slid easily in and out of her sex, like a slicked up lemming sliding in and out of his hole.

He became a jackhammer, a bulldozer, burying himself in her tunnel of love.
 
She engulfed him like a condom sliding over his erection, like an envelope accepting a letter or a postbox accepting his mail.
 
oggbashan said:
She engulfed him like a condom sliding over his erection, like an envelope accepting a letter or a postbox accepting his mail.
whilst they were going at it like two dogs in heat, a small audience gathered like flies on shit, they oooh'ed and ahh'ed like they were watching fireworks.
 
But Sister stood up abruptly, like a little boy waking up with a stiff penis, and shouted down at the two lovers who frozen in motion like a cat having water thrown on it.
 
"Just what the hell do you think youre doing?" she bellowed like a pissed off cheerleader.. she throws bianca off of elvis like a 'german shotputter' (grin) and attacks him like a rabied skunk (nuns habit.. erm.. :rolleyes: ..ok .. lol)
 
Elvis stood gape jawed, as confused as Bush foreign policy, wondering how he would ever get out of this quagmire.
 
Elvis desperately wanted to strip Biana stark naked and fuck her hard and fast missionary style, like Hemingway stripping down his style to bare-assed nouns and verbs, but Biana, eschewing the missionary style, like literotica members on this thread avoiding literal language, begged to be taken in some unusual combination, like a poet avoiding cliches, or like a literotica writer searching for a new simile for an a woman's orgasm: she wanted it not like a beast with two backs, nor like a bitch in heat, from behind, on all fours--she wanted to be fucked in some John Donne-like simile of a fuck, in a strangely yoked together way, with Elvis' cock growing more erect, like the extended leg of a compass after completing a circle, as she rode him in reverse cowgirl style and brought herself, with vibe in hand, to orgasms that made her feel like she was experiencing in the flesh the quantum theory of light with its mix of pulsing waves and bursts of packets of energy.
 
Sappholovers said:
Elvis desperately wanted to strip Biana stark naked and fuck her hard and fast missionary style, like Hemingway stripping down his style to bare-assed nouns and verbs, but Biana, eschewing the missionary style, like literotica members on this thread avoiding literal language, begged to be taken in some unusual combination, like a poet avoiding cliches, or like a literotica writer searching for a new simile for an a woman's orgasm: she wanted it not like a beast with two backs, nor like a bitch in heat, from behind, on all fours--she wanted to be fucked in some John Donne-like simile of a fuck, in a strangely yoked together way, with Elvis' cock growing more erect, like the extended leg of a compass after completing a circle, as she rode him in reverse cowgirl style and brought herself, with vibe in hand, to orgasms that made her feel like she was experiencing in the flesh the quantum theory of light with its mix of pulsing waves and bursts of packets of energy.

WOW...you sure told us. BUt her name is Bianca...but we won't take it literally.:D
 
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