4est_4est_Gump
Run Forrest! RUN!
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You are mistaken
on
many levels
as to the mind
of others...
on
many levels
as to the mind
of others...
the dump:
- Thread starter cleaver
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cleaver
Literotica Koro
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of this, i am quite certain...
i also know that some word constructs
are...
overfilled dumplings
with overpowering ingredients...
curiouser and curiouser.
Aquagal
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The disrupted continued on, relevant to this right here,
only one sided but the thought banter was not done.
'Twas musings of no importance,
the story remained the same, only the players changed.
Hard to go dumpster diving and come away spotless.
only one sided but the thought banter was not done.
'Twas musings of no importance,
the story remained the same, only the players changed.
Hard to go dumpster diving and come away spotless.
Rightguide
Prof Triggernometry
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Hone your fangs and heat your breath
Bring the Ninjas to their death
Sleep O dragon, grace thy throne
let them tremble and atone
Bring the Ninjas to their death
Sleep O dragon, grace thy throne
let them tremble and atone
Conager
¿Que? Cornelius!
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Speaking of- where is Mike Yates and his BumpTruck?
cleaver
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t'is a special sort of course
who,
wrong half the time, but
right in ringing wrong
and wronger,
more than not, but
earnest in their fervor,
cancels out most of the righter right
by noise alone.
charlotte had written then erased
written then erased
written, considered - then written more and erased
and
then
stared for a long time at a blinking cursor on a blank space.
she seethed inside.
what had prompted her was heinous...
that was undeniable.
but she had lost all confidence in her words here;
more so, in the eyes that might actually read it:
questioning as always, first her very sanity
against, what she had long considered
their lack thereof.
she nibbled again at the corner of a brick of sipping chocolate...
rat toothed now and rounding.
the cinnamon semi sweet was unearthly and satisfying
and truthful
and quietly understanding.
who,
wrong half the time, but
right in ringing wrong
and wronger,
more than not, but
earnest in their fervor,
cancels out most of the righter right
by noise alone.
charlotte had written then erased
written then erased
written, considered - then written more and erased
and
then
stared for a long time at a blinking cursor on a blank space.
she seethed inside.
what had prompted her was heinous...
that was undeniable.
but she had lost all confidence in her words here;
more so, in the eyes that might actually read it:
questioning as always, first her very sanity
against, what she had long considered
their lack thereof.
she nibbled again at the corner of a brick of sipping chocolate...
rat toothed now and rounding.
the cinnamon semi sweet was unearthly and satisfying
and truthful
and quietly understanding.
Super-Surprise
Loves ****
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petes478
Literotica Guru.
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petes478
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I like girls with flat chests. Perky hard nipples. Flat chests. But I also like massive mamnaries. Mommy breasts. Big. Inviting Showing off cleavage. Inviting unwanted touching ogling staring. My dick is hard and I see people looking. It's ok. I don't feel violated. Touch it. If you want. Same thing. A girl with a sexy bust or flat chested like I prefer....ought to give it away. Pleasure palace. Service my dick first. Slobber all over it. It's ok. I'm not political. I'm dominant. There's a difference.
cleaver
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lena wasn't quite sure whether the sharp intake of breath was a gasp or a startled sigh
she did know that she preferred to have some warning before an errant cock was thrust in her face.
submissive for her was a path, not a cold ingredient list tattoo'd on her forehead.
a smart slap on the cheek or a tweek of her tit might in some cases be enough
but the slam-in-the-face of a raging cock pic
thrust thusly with electronic bravado
rarely opened her trust...
daddy was barking round the wronged bush.
she owned him in her ridicule
owned his future
disavowed whatever past he could offer...
his power to her now but thing.
like clothes disrobed for approval provoked in her more to be less,
so too did a gift to be discovered
rather than some object simulating anything more than plastic embodiment
presented as if all.
she did know that she preferred to have some warning before an errant cock was thrust in her face.
submissive for her was a path, not a cold ingredient list tattoo'd on her forehead.
a smart slap on the cheek or a tweek of her tit might in some cases be enough
but the slam-in-the-face of a raging cock pic
thrust thusly with electronic bravado
rarely opened her trust...
daddy was barking round the wronged bush.
she owned him in her ridicule
owned his future
disavowed whatever past he could offer...
his power to her now but thing.
like clothes disrobed for approval provoked in her more to be less,
so too did a gift to be discovered
rather than some object simulating anything more than plastic embodiment
presented as if all.
Super-Surprise
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butters
High on a Hill
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she needed to go on a treasure hunt
but had never excelled in a maze
wont to turning the wrong way and
doubling back on herself
getting loster and loster
jumping up and down did no good
the hedges were too tall and she'd
probably sprain something into the bargain
the treasures she sought
she found only came to her
with cessation of crowding thoughts
the electrical disturbances brought
by the presence of others
welcomed for the most-times
of course
but she'd too long been used
to words she needed finding her
when her mind was quiet enough to hear them
but had never excelled in a maze
wont to turning the wrong way and
doubling back on herself
getting loster and loster
jumping up and down did no good
the hedges were too tall and she'd
probably sprain something into the bargain
the treasures she sought
she found only came to her
with cessation of crowding thoughts
the electrical disturbances brought
by the presence of others
welcomed for the most-times
of course
but she'd too long been used
to words she needed finding her
when her mind was quiet enough to hear them
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