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[evesdream]

Re: "I came like an ape...."

Finally I realized that I wasn't concentrating hard enough. With my last energy, I focussed intently on the meaty solid impact of hand on cheek and the slick slide of hard dick into snotty mouth with flowing tears around...

Man as caveman and woman, chi sucking vampire perhaps?

Your post calls to this reader's mind the image of sperm flying so hard and so copiously that it reduces the fellatrix to gagging and choking for breath. All on a fluffy cloud, of course.

 

[Marquis]

Re: "I came like an ape...."

I am trampling a woman, all women, her and you.

Too bad you're just jerking off in your bathroom.

 

[evesdream]

Re: Re: "I came like an ape...."

Too bad you're just jerking off in your bathroom.

man's search for meaning has always included the voluptuous solitary jack

*abstract ambivalent smilie here*

 

[rosco rathbone]

My sex life is 100 % masturbation these dark days, Marquis. It gets me through the night.

I thought of a better description of the ape spasm dance. It was as if I was using my crooked forearms to club the heads of a pack of attacking dwarves.



NEARLY a year later, in the month of October, 18—, London was startled by a crime of singular ferocity and rendered all the more notable by the high position of the victim. The details were few and startling. A maid servant living alone in a house not far from the river, had gone up-stairs to bed about eleven. Although a fog rolled over the city in the small hours, the early part of the night was cloudless, and the lane, which the maid’s window overlooked, was brilliantly lit by the full moon. It seems she was romantically given, for she sat down upon her box, which stood immediately under the window, and fell into a dream of musing. Never (she used to say, with streaming tears, when she narrated that experience), never had she felt more at peace with all men or thought more kindly of the world. And as she so sat she became aware of an aged and beautiful gentleman with white hair, drawing near along the lane; and advancing to meet him, another and very small gentleman, to whom at first she paid less attention. When they had come within speech (which was just under the maid’s eyes) the older man bowed and accosted the other with a very pretty manner of politeness. It did not seem as if the subject of his address were of great importance; indeed, from his pointing, it sometimes appeared as if he were only inquiring his way; but the moon shone on his face as he spoke, and the girl was pleased to watch it, it seemed to breathe such an innocent and old-world kindness of disposition, yet with something high too, as of a well-founded self-content. Presently her eye wandered to the other, and she was surprised to recognise in him a certain Mr. Hyde, who had once visited her master and for whom she had conceived a dislike. He had in his hand a heavy cane, with which he was trifling; but he answered never a word, and seemed to listen with an ill-contained impatience. And then all of a sudden he broke out in a great flame of anger, stamping with his foot, brandishing the cane, and carrying on (as the maid described it) like a madman. The old gentleman took a step back, with the air of one very much surprised and a trifle hurt; and at that Mr. Hyde broke out of all bounds and clubbed him to the earth. And next moment, with ape-like fury, he was trampling his victim under foot and hailing down a storm of blows, under which the bones were audibly shattered and the body jumped upon the roadway. At the horror of these sights and sounds, the maid fainted.

-Robt Louis StevensonThe Strange Case Of Doctor Jeckyll And Mister Hyde

 

[Pure]

evesdream


man's search for meaning has always included the voluptuous solitary jack

The biologists figured out this primate behavior a little while ago. It's a bit like a bakery. They have to get rid of the 'day old' stuff, and do so, discounted, so as to have room for the new and fresh.

RR is giving Mother N a hand in ensuring a freshness when the next unwary lass with urge to be overpowered crosses his path, "on a night brilliantly lit by the full moon" -- assuming he's not too whacked out to make the pursuit.

I rarely encounter a woman who's reflected on --as opposed to trying to put it out of mind, if she knows-- the implications of the fact that, in the 'affair,' 'relationship' or marriage, aside from those 'first weeks' and 'honeymoon periods', her OAO penised person is getting most, perhaps the vast majority, of his jouissance on his own.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Jew-ee-cents.....tres Lacanian of you, Pure.

 

[Pure]

RR and other pervs,
thought you'd like this thread I posted in "Author's..."

[eldridge excerpt]

https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=149152

 

[rosco rathbone]

Spotlight on Whatshisname, the singer from Jethro Tull:

I heard that "Crosseyes Mary" song on the radio at work this day and it occured to me that that guy has the hands down most salacious, lewd, lustful voice in all of rock. Plus, he is bald in front, long hair in back, a beardo, and hops around on one leg in tight Shakespearean pantaloons (or did in the hayday of the tull) like some kind of giant, merry perverse gnome.

Maybe her attention/ Was drawn by Aqualung/ Who watches through the railings as she plays

I challenge any rock scholar to tell me of a verse in any song that sounds like it is being sung by a balding pervert more than the one above. Those losers over in Domsburg, pop. 3, accuse me of forcing "subs" to have oral congress with homeless bums and such. They miss the point. What I do, is force "subs" to suck guys like the guy whose mental image is called up to me when I hear that voice.

 

[Cuckolded_BlK_Male]

I challenge any rock scholar to tell me of a verse in any song that sounds like it is being sung by a balding pervert more than the one above.

Show me the way to the Next Little Girl,
Oh don't ask why,
Oh don't ask why...

Jim Morrison

Sitting on a park bench --
eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose --
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun --
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck --
spitting out pieces of his broken luck

Ian Anderson

 

[Cuckolded_BlK_Male]

How ironic is this ...

Tough boys
Running the streets
Come a little closer
Rough toys
Under the sheets
Nobody knows here
Rough boys
Come over here
I wanna bite and kiss you

Pete Townshend

 

[rosco rathbone]

Oy, cbm. You are going to have to do considerably better than that if you wish to earn the sobriquet of rock scholar

The Ian Anderson doesn't really count, since he is the one I was talking about. The Mojo doesn't count because he always, even when singing about lust, sounds like a big stud who is used to getting his balls milked by groupies. Pete T. sounds like what he is: a weedy, needy, spotty, poncey big girl's blouse. He lacks the bearded, pervy drooling masculinity of the Aqualung character to my mind. (Great song by the way, like it better than anything the Who ever did).

 

[Cuckolded_BlK_Male]

Oy, cbm. You are going to have to do considerably better than that if you wish to earn the sobriquet of rock scholar

The Ian Anderson doesn't really count, since he is the one I was talking about ...

Ah, but you only stipulated that it be another song. There was no proviso in your original challenge that precluded the submission of another song penned by Ian Anderson. And to my sensibilities, "Sitting on a park bench -- eyeing little girls with bad intent --Snot running down his nose -- greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes. Drying in the cold sun -- Watching as the frilly panties run" is about as indicative of a pervy old hobbit fancier as anything I've ever read.

 

[rosco rathbone]

I wish he could be a guest speaker here.

City News: "'dom's lounge' bid for liquor license was rejected by city council today"

 

[rosco rathbone]

The guy in my "av" looks like a greasy Ian Anderson type to me.

 

[Cuckolded_BlK_Male]

The guy in my "av" looks like a greasy Ian Anderson type to me.

When I first saw it, I thought that it was Mick Fleetwood.

 

[Ebonyfire]

What mischief are all you bad 'uns of the BDSM Forum up to?

 

[rosco rathbone]

You and I are sharing a brain cbm. Mick Fleetwood was, in fact, the VERY FIRST time I identified the type of which I speak. I was a kid, watching ads for seventies hits compilations on TV, and was mesmerized by a FM video. I KNEW something was deeply pervy about that guy, even though I was too young to put a finger on it.

I read a great article at Nerve.com (about the only good thing I ever read there) which bid goodbye to the Joy Of Sex (a book I have long hated) and its bearded, balding scrawny hippie love-man. Somehow this is connected.

 

[rosco rathbone]

What mischief are all you bad 'uns of the BDSM Forum up to?

The usual pervy dealings.

For some reason, as I was telling brnsuga in PM, this town has become a very african american place. I think that's cool, but I find it a bit odd. Oh well, whatever.

 

[Ebonyfire]

The usual pervy dealings.

For some reason, as I was telling brnsuga in PM, this town has become a very african american place. I think that's cool, but I find it a bit odd. Oh well, whatever.

Who? Where?

I was alone for so longgggggggg....


LOL

 

[Ebonyfire]

When you think about it

I don't really qualify as I surround myself with adoring caucasion male submissives.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Marquis, Brnsuga, the CBM, Pure...and others...

In my real-life experience, I always found Black women to be extremely sexually conservative. After a couple of years of perving around the Internet, I find that all is not as it seems; "and that's a good thing".

 

[Ebonyfire]

Marquis, Brnsuga, the CBM, Pure...and others...

In my real-life experience, I always found Black women to be extremely sexually conservative. After a couple of years of perving around the Internet, I find that all is not as it seems; "and that's a good thing".

The difference is this:

Black women do not advertise. Our kink is displayed on a "need to know basis."

 

[Ebonyfire]

The difference is this:

Black women do not advertise. Our kink is displayed on a "need to know basis."

<If I tell you, I will have to kill you.>

 

[Ebonyfire]

Marquis, Brnsuga, the CBM, Pure...and others...

In my real-life experience, I always found Black women to be extremely sexually conservative. After a couple of years of perving around the Internet, I find that all is not as it seems; "and that's a good thing".

Marquis is black? Who knew?

 

[rosco rathbone]

Marquis is black? Who knew?

Eek, I hope I didn't "out" an "undercover brother"....no, if you go down to the Topopolis Tribune archives and read some of the yellowing back issues, I believe there is quite a bit of racial discussion.

You got that right about need to know.

This is neither here nor there, but I used to work with this Belizean brother who was one of the funniest people I ever knew. He had this whole sort of skit about picking up some chick, getting a blowjob, and right before "conclusion", discovering that it is actually a guy in a wig sucking him off. I wish I could do it justice..he did this whole, floppy,weak at the knees orgasm thing combined with a "too late to back out now" ecstasy face, then seizes the (imaginary) guy by the neck with a snarled "and now I gotta KILL ya!". You had to be there.