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[rosco rathbone]

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tell us, what is it like being the woman of the one the only marquis de sade??????

 

[Pelagie]

It's wonderful of course

 

[rosco rathbone]

It's wonderful of course

Is he a demon under the sheets? Inquiring minds want to know.

 

[Pure]

speaking of gnarly speerms, including the Marquis', it seems that degradation is enhanced if they're presented second hand, as it were, having been previously deposited in either fleshy or ceramic location (plate).

second hand 'fleshy' means, mr healthy marquis, that they're deposited in one (other) vulvar receptable before being imbided by your love slave. i'm speaking delicately because i know of your sensitive nature (and conscientious health concerns).

 

[rosco rathbone]

speaking of gnarly speerms, including the Marquis', it seems that degradation is enhanced if they're presented second hand, as it were, having been previously deposited in either fleshy or ceramic location (plate).

second hand 'fleshy' means, mr healthy marquis, that they're deposited in one (other) vulvar receptable before being imbided by your love slave. i'm speaking delicately because i know of your sensitive nature (and conscientious health concerns).

Never thought of that. Degredation: she's forced to watch me enjoy use of the body of another, but then must suck the speerms from the foreign body, per os or per anum.

 

[Marquis]

LOL, my sensitive nature? I guess in this crowd I might be thought of as a little conservative. Second hand cum guzzling is nothing too outlandish for me though.

 

[Pelagie]

Is he a demon under the sheets?

Yes, he is.

 

[Netzach]

Never thought of that. Degredation: she's forced to watch me enjoy use of the body of another, but then must suck the speerms from the foreign body, per os or per anum.

Never thought of that?

I'm shocked, simply shocked.

 

[evesdream]

Never thought of that. Degredation: she's forced to watch me enjoy use of the body of another, but then must suck the speerms from the foreign body, per os or per anum.

i actually saw a movie about this at an impressionable age and then fantasized about the thought for years.

there's also a dithyrambic scene about it in clive barker's Imajica (early porn for me)

i just noticed that the extreme section is gone. does anybody know where? i had been keeping my eye on a story there.

 

[PinkOrchid]

 

[rosco rathbone]

what does dithyrambic mean?

Eve is good for sending one back to the dictionary, ain't she?

I think it means like of or pertaining to lesbos and their dealings.

 

[Pure]

yeah, right,

eve, I warned you about filling peoples ears with those
dithering rams and you wouldn't listen.

j

 

[evesdream]

(it might also mean "ideas that excite the minds of dirty old men' or something like that)

 

[PinkOrchid]

 

[Netzach]

<-- dirty old man

 

[Quint]

i actually saw a movie about this at an impressionable age and then fantasized about the thought for years.

there's also a dithyrambic scene about it in clive barker's Imajica (early porn for me)

i just noticed that the extreme section is gone. does anybody know where? i had been keeping my eye on a story there.

You know, I've been wondering the same thing about the Extreme section. I don't think its absence even warranted comment on the Author's Hangout. I tried going to allextremesex.com and looking in their story section, but they were totally different than the ones previously linked from Lit. Sucks; some of my favorite fantasy images came from there. Gold from iron, truly.

I have never heard the word "dithyrambic" before and am immediately in love with you.

 

[Pure]

DITHYRAMBIC

Like a Bacchanalian song; like a Greek 'hymn', wild in character; of irregular meter;

passionate as applied to song, poem, or writing.

(based on "Concise Oxford")

J.

There's always the online dictionaries, e.g.

www.merriam-webster.com

http://www.bartleby.com/am/

also wikipedia, and encarta

 

[Pure]

I did a search re 'extreme stories'

I found a brief discussion on the general board; the change is recent, perhaps a month ago. I believe. Nobody had a clue.
Killer M said Lit is afraid of Ashcroft.

https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=202324

Unfortunately the thread is mostly bickering and nastiness, unrelated to the original question.

There are phrases in proposed internet laws --some suspended while court battles go on-- that might apply to written matter: "material harmful to minors." Whether that trumps 'free speech' in Bush's america, we'll see. (Depends on how many judges from Mississippi and Texas, etc. Bush can appoint to the Supreme Court.)

Note that part of the American government effort is to encourage 'self censorship', like in Hollywood. As in
prime time TV. So literotica's deletion is, then, a 'succes.'

 

[rosco rathbone]

Hello pervy peeple

I am temporarily knocked out of internet action because of leaving my former home for a newer, better, more bachelor home. But I will be back! When I get a phone.

Right now I only have a bed and a small orange tree. I need to do some feng shui. There is so much floorwax on the floor; you can look up girl's skirts, if any happened to enter my lair.

That is all.

 

[Netzach]

Congrats to the mayor on his move.

I was right about the spartan lair of the mad doctor!

 

[Netzach]

Just mentally processed that sig and it made me laugh a delighted laugh. You shoot from the hip alright, someone's gotta.

 

[Quint]

God, I was beaten around so nicely last night. I don't often make much of costuming or other "scene"wear, but there truly is nothing like a hand encased in a sleek black leather glove covering the mouth in the exact instant when screaming is imperative.

'Luck with the fenging, Mayor. I could use some of that meself...it's hard enough to keep a well-defined self when said self is being constantly subjected to demeaning (what is the non-gerundive noun form of that? it's certainly not dementia, though it feels like it) without also living in self-skewing surroundings.

 

[Netzach]

Hm.

Interesting thoughts.

M forms what I consider deranged attachments to "stuff" I think his photo is in the dictionary under pack-rat.

If I were a reall Domme I'd throw half of it out, he's been saying he's gonna ebay it for months. I know where I sit on the affectional scale, though, and if I threw out the "stuff" I'd be next.

Myself, I'm the queen of entropy. I don't tolerate *dirt*, there's definitely nothing acceptable about a grotty bathroom. But entropy has always been how it's been around my place.

Maybe it's a feng shui web, a lair of entrapment. The stuff and the piles will pull em' in and keep 'em.

I think I may need to decontaminate my life soon, I think changes are afoot in more than just vocation, the control I have over $ has created a new creature entirely, one who wants to be grownup at last, but on her own terms.

 

[Queen Bee]

Nice digs, rosco. An apartment with a bed and a small orange tree sounds perfect to me. I've always fantasized about a home in which everything folded away seamlessly into walls and floor (she says as she kicks her way through the toy clutter, doing a slatternly Miss Hannigan impersonation). When the consort and I help friends move, we are the relentless good cop & bad cop of purging and decluttering.


Yesterday I realized that I've begun to think of sex in terms of narrative structure: In order to seem complete these days, sex must have a protagonist and an antagonist, conflict (actual or psychological), rising tension or suspense, a climax, a denoument.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Yesterday I realized that I've begun to think of sex in terms of narrative structure: In order to seem complete these days, sex must have a protagonist and an antagonist, conflict (actual or psychological), rising tension or suspense, a climax, a denoument.

Yes, this is in fact the key difference between pervy peeple and normals.

I am definitely in a mode for the ultra-minimal. I have so much closet space that all my junk was swallowed up and the place still looks like a ballet studio. I unwrapped my skull for the first time--present from the NYU antho department housecleaning. It looks like a skull-with a faded sticker bearing the legend "specimen of the yellow race". Last night I fell asleep early and dreamt of a small person seen blurrily on the other side of a huge room. The potential that they might approach me through that hazy distance terrified me and I screamed, "NO NO, don't touch me!!" Waking the the orange sodium streetlight glare, I knew it was the skull; and I also realized something: spirits cannot hurt you if you turn your back on them. Remember that.