The Confessional

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I managed to stay out of the lounge entirely for like a week, only looking at my thread subscriptions. I'm not sure why I stopped. I think it would have been better for everyone for me to keep that up.

Ahhh damn...your brand of smartassery is always funny and enlightening, Ahren.
The lounge needs that, maybe moderated a bit at times, but we need you man.
 
ICI have goosebumps this evening.

My husband and I haven't been out together in months, and tonight we're going out for a couple of hours to dinner. It's such a little thing I know, but we seldom get to go anywhere on our own what with his work shifts, and a youngster that needs a lot of attention; too much attention for our older kids to give without it turning into a war zone.

So I'm really excited. There's a new steak house we're checking out, that stays open late, so we'll be able to leave home when the youngest is asleep, and the older two are already choosing their take out deliveries. My husband is so looking forward to it, to having a bit of time on our own, that it's infectious.
 
Blesse me Mither fer I have grinned. It’s bin a forthright of ages and aeons since me last confusion, end long I’ve bin led down the primrosest path tween devilfish and their deeperbluesea.

Yea, 13 times hath that audacious Ausustrian girl dared me heed the longpast participles of her audeamus et gaudeamus and risk readying meself for the sin and din of battled sexes reviberating in untolden measures of unfolden pleasures when thighs will be undone. And yes, me trice-holied Mither, it was meself who did the dark deeds in thought and word and meself alone who bends in blame while yet inflamed by her bends and sways. Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxwellhouse cuppa, and by Java! By Joe! I’ll take her in tow to the theater’s back row at the end of the show to atone her with a very-firm-purpose of Amen-meant as we strive and scrive and shrive for a simultumultuous organum!

And what then, Mother-confessor, wouldst thou have of penisance from me, a most denoted pairisonher?
 
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Blesse me Mither fer I have grinned. It’s bin a forthright of ages and aeons since me last confusion, end long I’ve bin led down the primrosest path tween devilfish and their deeperbluesea.

Yea, 13 times hath that audacious Ausustrian girl dared me heed the longpast participles of her audeamus et gaudeamus and risk readying meself for the sin and din of battled sexes reviberating in untolden measures of unfolden pleasures when thighs will be undone. And yes, me trice-holied Mither, it was meself who did the dark deeds in thought and word and meself alone who bends in blame while yet inflamed by her sways and bends. Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxwellhouse cuppa, and by Java! By Joe! I’ll take her in tow to the theater’s back row at the end of the show to atone her with a very-firm-purpose of Amen-meant as we strive and scrive and shrive for a simultumutuous organum!

And what then, Mother-confessor, wouldst thou have of penisance from me, a most denoted pairisonher?


*blinks*


..................Fuck.........................thats awesome LOL
 
Blessed are thee sinner of the pen, thou with every keystroke draws nearer to hells sweet fiery breath. Breathe in her cloying righteousness that shall sweep you up in rigorous tides of faith's abandon.

Do not ask for her forgiveness, her trial, her indelicate, whimpering of words so deeply unfathomable when her body's dizzying, distracting, delighted decadence rises. NO! This is not for a man of your statue.

Turn away from temptation... lest she lead you astray.

The chosen path may be twisted, narrow, deep and wet. Plunge in! The confines that which seek to hold, to wrap themselves, only dedicated strength, perseverance and consistently applied circular pressure will see them exhausted, curled up, and tucked away.

This is no easy task, sweet parishoner, may the gawds be with you.:kiss:
 
Blessed are thee sinner of the pen, thou with every keystroke draws nearer to hells sweet fiery breath. Breathe in her cloying righteousness that shall sweep you up in rigorous tides of faith's abandon.

Do not ask for her forgiveness, her trial, her indelicate, whimpering of words so deeply unfathomable when her body's dizzying, distracting, delighted decadence rises. NO! This is not for a man of your statue.

Turn away from temptation... lest she lead you astray.

The chosen path may be twisted, narrow, deep and wet. Plunge in! The confines that which seek to hold, to wrap themselves, only dedicated strength, perseverance and consistently applied circular pressure will see them exhausted, curled up, and tucked away.

This is no easy task, sweet parishoner, may the gawds be with you.:kiss:

Yep... *long pause* My brain stopped. :p
 
I confess that these confessions are taking on a more literal note, and I'm rather enjoying them. :D
 
I confess I'm jealous.

sighs I shouldn't be jealous of others...they should be jealous of me!!! sniffles and goes to sulk in a corner
 
ICT I shouldn't borrow pictures from webshots albums no matter how well they express my playful yearnings. :(
 
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