The Throwback Thread

ha ha, I remember that ^^^

Mornin' Captains, crew and womenfolk!

Mornin', Second Wench!

I woke to the smell of Cook whipping up some tasty griddle cakes---care for one? :)
 
I think this was the first time I "talked" with Masher...

Be sure to read the fine print carefully on that one... ;)

*looks through virtual sex coupon book for a replacement for IHC*

Looks like all I have left is for a furry sex/bukkake party or anal in the back seat of a clown car. Your choice.
 
I assume both would prefer to assume things about women and thus had to come up with something unoriginal quickly so a woman could assume something about them...

Sorry about that :cool:
 
In Which the First Wench Doesn't Do Sharesies

:eek:

*ahem*

the Captain's proficiency with his weapon is his business and mine alone. :cool:

there are, for your enjoyment, dozens of frolicsome pirates down below,

from which you may choose...
 
You are too hard on yourself. You'll make friends when once you start buying drinks for everyone.
 
The Boss is always right. ;)

you are so right.

*angel face*

mmm, breakfast looks delish! (reserving judgement on the pig's-blood things that look like hockey pucks)
 
My first ever post

Hi my name is Shaun, i'm 27 and new to the forum although iv'e been reading it a lot lately and its exactly what i am looking for.

However, i was considering writing a short story as i really enjoy writing plus i have a very seductive and sexual mind.

Now i was wondering if i could maybe ask a few questions without coming across as ignorant.

Is there a limit on words to stories posted?
How do i post a story?
Is there a limit on its sexual content?

Thanks
 
my! what a polite young man! ^^^

*giggles*

you don't think he might want some, too?

*shrugs*
 
It would be rather remiss of her to not be actively participating... there's always the crop to encourage the filly... ;)
 
I see you.....*giggles*

First Wench emerges from below, quietly poking her head out to see whether she is indeed alone with the night, and her thoughts. Climbing up on deck for a brief respite from her room, she turns to feel the cool night breezes blowing through her hair, caressing her face. She closes her eyes and breathes in the salty spray, the cold droplets on her skin a gentle reminder that to feel is to live.

"The winds of change are blowing wild and free....."
 
Rawr.

oddly, it hasn't actually come up. :confused:

although i'm sure he'd be fabulous, and could satisfy my every dirty little desire. :devil:
 
oh my!!

think you're funny. :cool:

somebody is obviously ignorant of my rep. for being able to wield a vibrating,

sparkly purple Magic Wand at a sexy man-ass when she wants to.

scared yet? :D
 
Well quite. Things would have come to a pretty pass if one had nothing to smile and chortle about from time to time. You know, it doesn't mean there is no care about the serious stuff, just that no man (or woman) can stand to be utterly serious ALL of the time without going a little stir crazy.
 
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