Similes and Metaphors.

[Virtual_Burlesque]

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

Laterally perhaps.

Like, who is going to try to follow that?

 

[Sappholovers]

I'm like enjoying this thread very much

Honey 123...

In truth, this has been one of the favorite threads I've come across.....

"....like Bush trying to figure a way out of the quagmire...."

Now that simile alone is worth checking out this thread.....

 

[oggbashan]

Elvis desperately wanted to strip Bianca stark naked and fuck her hard and fast missionary style, like Hemingway stripping down his style to bare-assed nouns and verbs, but Bianca, 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.

Elvis was as unimpressed as an Iraqi hearing another apology for the photographs. Bianca may have been satisfied by her coruscating galaxies of light but he wanted her to be as submissive as a laden donkey carrying a Palestian family's goods and chattels away from another Israeli police action or as pliable as a sub who has been trussed like an oven-ready chicken for a night and is ready to be oven roasted as long as she can stretch her legs and have a pee first. He rolled her off him like rolling an illicit reefer and wrapped her in rope like hogtying a dogie at a Rodeo before stuffing her cotton panties into her mouth as if he was stuffing the chicken with sage and onion. He prepared to enter her like a train rushing into a tunnel and shooshing out the air but her tied legs crashed against his erection like a drunk driver mashing a parked car. He fell, poleaxed like a slaughtered steer in the stockyards of Chicago ready to be canned into handy family packs. Bianca struggled free of his inexpertly tied bonds as if he had been knitting socks for the First World War GIs instead of roping his inamorata into helpless submission and roped Elvis as expertly as a Scouting knot tester into a contorted shape like a Yoga master demonstrating the impossibility of reaching guru status with only one hour's practice a week.

 

[cloudy]

Elvis was as unimpressed as an Iraqi hearing another apology for the photographs. Bianca may have been satisfied by her coruscating galaxies of light but he wanted her to be as submissive as a laden donkey carrying a Palestian family's goods and chattels away from another Israeli police action or as pliable as a sub who has been trussed like an oven-ready chicken for a night and is ready to be oven roasted as long as she can stretch her legs and have a pee first. He rolled her off him like rolling an illicit reefer and wrapped her in rope like hogtying a dogie at a Rodeo before stuffing her cotton panties into her mouth as if he was stuffing the chicken with sage and onion. He prepared to enter her like a train rushing into a tunnel and shooshing out the air but her tied legs crashed against his erection like a drunk driver mashing a parked car. He fell, poleaxed like a slaughtered steer in the stockyards of Chicago ready to be canned into handy family packs. Bianca struggled free of his inexpertly tied bonds as if he had been knitting socks for the First World War GIs instead of roping his inamorata into helpless submission and roped Elvis as expertly as a Scouting knot tester into a contorted shape like a Yoga master demonstrating the impossibility of reaching guru status with only one hour's practice a week.

I'm not even gonna try........***slinking away

 

[oggbashan]

Bump.

Surely someone can get Elvis out of the predicament I put him in?

Please.

Og

PS. If not, I'll have to do it.

 

[cloudy]

Bump.

Surely someone can get Elvis out of the predicament I put him in?

Please.

Og

PS. If not, I'll have to do it.

okay, I'll give it a whirl....

Elvis was as surprised as a toddler caught with his hand in a cookie jar, while Bianca, with a cat-in-the-cream smirk of satisfaction, becan teasing Elvis by running her tongue lightly up his side, as if he were a a new treat she needed to sample delicately.

 

[oggbashan]

Thank you, Cloudy.

I appreciated that nearly as much as your AV.



Og

 

[cloudy]

Thank you, Cloudy.

I appreciated that nearly as much as your AV.



Og

 

[SummerMorning]

okay, I'll give it a whirl....

Elvis was as surprised as a toddler caught with his hand in a cookie jar, while Bianca, with a cat-in-the-cream smirk of satisfaction, becan teasing Elvis by running her tongue lightly up his side, as if he were a a new treat she needed to sample delicately.

Elvis' ticker jumped like a polevaulter. He could imagine his dead snake-oil salesman (stiff as a board, laid low by food that'd make the Exxon Valdez spill look like a rainbow puddle on a cool spring day), turning and chuckling in his new pinewood. He couldn't, he shouldn't but damn, was she heating him up and running his nerves to a short fuse.

 

[Honey123]

Elvis' ticker jumped like a polevaulter. He could imagine his dead snake-oil salesman (stiff as a board, laid low by food that'd make the Exxon Valdez spill look like a rainbow puddle on a cool spring day), turning and chuckling in his new pinewood. He couldn't, he shouldn't but damn, was she heating him up and running his nerves to a short fuse.

Bianca's fingernails ran up and down Elvis' flesh, like a pianist performing a concertino, she played his body until he was in a fever pitch, like a child having a tantrum at his favorite toy store.

 

[Sappholovers]

musical analogies

As she played Elvis, his cock became a baton, waving back and forth, like a conductor taking an orchestra into a crescendo.

But Bianca felt she needed something more from Elvis....and for herself than classical sex, a duet of piano and flute. Sex in a threesome or foursome, she began to imagine, could be like a great jazz combo improvising together, performing a music that transcends the confines of composed scores by a Bach or Beethoven. It could be Elvis and me and another woman playing together, taking turns, combining, making a music that lasts far beyond midnight, as we riff up and down our bodies with our tongues, as Elvis and another woman finger every key of my body as if it is a saxophone, making me wail and bleat in the orgasmic octaves of a Charlie Parker hitting over and over again the highest and most soulful notes on his sax.

 

[SummerMorning]

Like a dream on a midsummer's night, no doubt...

 

[Honey123]

Like a dream on a midsummer's night, no doubt...

Bianca was hornier than a cat in heat and needed an outlet.

 

[Guest]

Bianca was hornier than a cat in heat and needed an outlet.

like a tick without a tock, a dog without a bone.. tweedledee without tweeledum, a cock without a roost--she felt like something was missing

 

[Honey123]

like a tick without a tock, a dog without a bone.. tweedledee without tweeledum, a cock without a roost--she felt like something was missing

She needed a dick, someone like Sherlock Holmes to find the mystery of her emptiness; emptiness like a tunnel with no ending.

 

[Sappholovers]

Mystery man

Yes, she needed a private dick, a mystery-loving man, a man who could detect, with his fingers, the way to unlock the hidden treasures her g-spot, so she would be flowing at night like the water dumping into the ocean that Jake Gittes comes across in "Chinatown."

 

[Honey123]

Re: Mystery man

Yes, she needed a private dick, a mystery-loving man, a man who could detect, with his fingers, the way to unlock the hidden treasures her g-spot, so she would be flowing at night like the water dumping into the ocean that Jake Gittes comes across in "Chinatown."

Bianca sat there contemplating her next move, like a football player on the 5th yard line seeing the biggest, fattest lineman making his way towards him. She was scared, nervous and yet getting slightly excited, but that could be because someone's hand was caressing her pussy.

 

[Sappholovers]

Bianca channeled her nervousness into erotic energy, like a solar panel taking the sun's rays to heat water. She wanted every little panel--every little square inch of her body--licked and tongued to get her hotter and wetter. Elvis obeyed. He slipped a finger inside of her and he stroked her spongy g-spot like a cat lover stroking a pussy under its chin to make it purr.

 

[Honey123]

And Bianca did purr, like a 325 engine of a cherry muscle car, perfectly lubed and waiting to squeal off the starting line, like a bat out of hell.

 

[Tanuki]

For a beloved car is a companion, like a matched set of prairie voles are a loyal pair of lovers as their hearts beat in unison like a plump finger fits a round hole.

 

[Honey123]

Aah, yes...a hole unlike any other hole, wet, warm and inviting, it was Bianca's and Elvis knew that if he wanted to keep her and make her happy, he would go to the ends of the earth to make sure that she was satisified.

 

[Sappholovers]

Like Magellan going to the ends of the earth and around the world, Elvis circumnavigated Bianca's body with his tongue, circling around each nipple, then her clit, and finally going to the very end, circling her anus.

 

[Honey123]

Like Magellan going to the ends of the earth and around the world, Elvis circumnavigated Bianca's body with his tongue, circling around each nipple, then her clit, and finally going to the very end, circling her anus.

*See and now I thought of Uranus!!

 

[Sappholovers]

Elvis' tongue climbed up the hills of Bianca's bosoms nd then circled around the promonotory point of each nipple and brought each tip to its raspberry-ripe fruition, her nipples now standing before his eyes like some mountain peak losing its cloud cover in the late morning sun.