Strange Requests

Viceman

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funny cartoon but has anyone had any strange requests during their sexual adventures
 
~sputtering with laughter~

Uh, could you define "strange" a little bit?
 
cymbidia said:
~sputtering with laughter~

Uh, could you define "strange" a little bit?

cym, i'm sure there is strange within the context of your relationship :) i mean, i know you're kinky as all get out, but surely there's been something that made you do a double take and say "could You repleate that please, Sir?"*











*please note the facetious use of online bdsm etiquette, this is a joke kids
 
Strangest request (for me anyway) I ever got during sex was that my girlfriend wanted me to choke her while we were going at it. Needless to say I complied and she liked it but said she wished I had choked her harder. It wasn't so strange after doing it a couple of times but I could never choke her any harder than I did that first time because even with safety measures whos to say I wouldn't have accidentally killed her.
 
probably not

perhaps I should have said funny(humorous).
out of the ordinary
odd
wierd
different than usual
well you get my drift lol
 
Sleeping Warrior

asphyxiation wow.............shades of a Sean Connery film that I can't remember the name of but I am sure one of the posters could tell you(us)
tx for sharing
 
seXieleXie said:
cym, i'm sure there is strange within the context of your relationship :) i mean, i know you're kinky as all get out, but surely there's been something that made you do a double take and say "could You repleate that please, Sir?"*











*please note the facetious use of online bdsm etiquette, this is a joke kids
~sitll giggling~

Okay, lexie. You're right.

There was the time someone wanted me to dress him up in his all-girl clothing, including some *very* nice underthings for which he paid quite a bit, and make him up nicely (including false eyelashes and fake nails in a particular shade of red). THAT wasn't the weird part. That was, well, not that odd - not for me in my life. The weird part was when he, all dressed up, wanted *me* to crawl around the house barking like a dog while he took me for a walk with the leash, and let me stop to pee, and smell the bedpost, and patted my head, and sent me off to play "fetch" for awhile, and...and...and...

That was far out even for me.

I never saw that freak again!
:D
 
My first hand job ever.

He told me to please, "scratch my balls."

I get the whole ball thing, don't get me wrong.

There's something about the word "scratch" that threw me off with future hand job happenings.
 
SleepingWarrior said:
Strangest request (for me anyway) I ever got during sex was that my girlfriend wanted me to choke her while we were going at it. Needless to say I complied and she liked it but said she wished I had choked her harder. It wasn't so strange after doing it a couple of times but I could never choke her any harder than I did that first time because even with safety measures whos to say I wouldn't have accidentally killed her.

Recoil - Breath Contol

Who wouldn’t want a good girl, a soft hand, a gentle woman for a gentleman? He said, "It’s been fine so far but after a while I want more than a soft style. I want some slashes to go with those long eyelashes." And so the bedroom became the black room but a year later he wanted something more, something I wasn’t quite prepared for. He said, "Every woman has an itch and every nice girl secretly wants to switch." I like how the skins look on your white hands. I’d like you to deliver one of my demands." He said, "Every woman has an itch and every nice girl wants to switch." He led me in and lit the room with a hundred candles and said "God never gives you more than you can handle." I sat astride his chest, "It’s just a thrill," he said, as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed, "it’s just breath control." He whispered "Hold me here" and I did and his head fell back. He whispered "Press harder" and I did and his eyes rolled back. It’s just breath control. Just breath control. I saw him go pale. I saw him seize up, I felt something creep up like a taste for this. Like a reward. A kind of love, a kind of lustmord. It was a minute then three then five then ten, he wasn’t coming up again. I held on for twelve. I saw him seize and thrash and twist and when he was still, I lifted away my wrists and looked at my hands and tried to understand. "It’s just a thrill" I said as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed. I sat aside his chest, "It’s just a thrill," he said, "just a thrill. It’s just breath control. Control, control, it's just breath control, control, control. When it was over, I slipped off the skins and drowned them in the river where we used to swim and a year later in a shop, I was stopped by a man. He said, "I know you’re looking for something that’s hard to find and I think I have what you have in mind." And he led me to a glass case and looked deep into my face... "It’s just control."
 
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