What...

[T.H. Oughts]

To walk up to him while gazing into his eyes... to see the smile on his face that would bring a smile to mine... take him in my arms and kiss those sensual lips of his.... run my hands down his chest and slowly unbotton his shirt... my tongue would then circle his nipple and my teeth nip at the attention my tongue brought.....

My hands would then slide down to his crotch and feel the bulge arriving in his jean.... I'd massage and coo in his ear how lovely it felt. Then while nibbling on his neck my hands would unzip his jeans and my hand wonder in to bring to life his manhood....

Then to my knees I would go and taste his lenght on my lips... lick his head while a gentle moan of pleasure escaped my lips... then my mouth would open and in would venture his harndess... my taste buds would come to life as I licked and sucked him deep into my throat.....

Damn I could do that right now.....

 

[Southern37]

Southern Darlin Long time no see sexy! I was wondering where you have been..then I heard you went to Florida...Mmmmm

Yep been near your Dawg. Man it's too damn nice there, can't wait to move! Wooo Hoo! So when you coming down?

 

[MorgaineLaFay]

I want what T.H. Oughts is having...


Southern you are moving to Florida? Damn it.. what is with all the men being sucked into that state?

I'm going to visit Perky this summer... Hopfully by that time I will have some sort of idea about the whole east coast thing...

 

[Southern37]

Southern you are moving to Florida? Damn it.. what is with all the men being sucked into that state?

I'm going to visit Perky this summer... Hopfully by that time I will have some sort of idea about the whole east coast thing...

I'm moving..get this...to the beach!!!!!..Woo Hoo..I'm so cool.

 

[T.H. Oughts]

I want what T.H. Oughts is having...

Don't know if I wanna share him..... he is sooooooo sexy if all the world found out how sexy he is, I might just start missing out.....

 

[MorgaineLaFay]

Don't know if I wanna share him..... he is sooooooo sexy if all the world found out how sexy he is, I might just start missing out.....

I don't like sharing. I don't want WHO your having..but what. Sounds pretty damn nice.

Southern you suck...moving to the beach. I can see ya now...

 

[Southern37]

Southern you suck...moving to the beach. I can see ya now...

Moving to the beach...and partnering on a golf course...now THAT sucks!...Woo Hoo...btw, when ya coming? I'll get us a tee time and pack the towels.

 

[MorgaineLaFay]

Moving to the beach...and partnering on a golf course...now THAT sucks!...Woo Hoo...btw, when ya coming? I'll get us a tee time and pack the towels.

You & Dawg in the same place? I am so there. Need a Nanny?
Cabana Girl?

 

[*bratcat*]

 

[perks]

perkster...you may scratch all ya want...just as long as all the affected areas get kissed and licked better...


Southern...you gazillion-timing SOB...you already promised me a job as your 9th hole beer girl!

ultra naughty slut

 

[Wave_Rider]

Moving to the beach...and partnering on a golf course...now THAT sucks!...Woo Hoo...btw, when ya coming? I'll get us a tee time and pack the towels.

ummmmmmmmmm, give me "one a side" will ya? Just one.......I'd love some new real estate........LOL

 

[*bratcat*]

 

[Southern37]

You & Dawg in the same place? I am so there. Need a Nanny?
Cabana Girl?

I'm thinking Cartgirl / Beer Hottie are you up for it? btw, you have to share time with Cat.

 

[SpaceToast]

What do I want?

I was wondering that a couple weeks ago. This is what I put up on my web page that night:

"I need a woman with a slow poison in her system. One who knows her antidote's recipe by heart, she's been making it so long, mixing the herbs on her kitchen stove at midday. This is the woman who lives in the little bungalow in the woods, and who only the nearest neighbors ever speak to, but who all the boys grow up watching from the woods. She takes her daily walk to the well, draws water, and throws a hesitant smile to whomever may or may not be out beyond in the wood.

This woman feels the effects of her poison. Sometimes it's in her stomach, sometimes her leg or arm. Often it clouds in the space behind her eyes, working up along the bone line of her forhead as its pain brings her to tears. She shivers in a corner, hugging her knees as the poison reaches its apex, and wishes she could dash her head against the cold grey wood.

Death makes frequent calls at her cottage, sitting at the kitchen table and having tea. She sees him as much as those alive. They talk of many things, and she feels better in a strange way after his visits. Perhaps it's the lack of his presence, perhaps it's the stories he tells her, or perhaps it's because she understand both how much and how little he works. A trail of dead grass leads to the cottage, appearing from somewhere out in the wood.

The poison has been in this woman's body as long as she remembers -- since she was a small girl, if a day. Her antidote is hard to make. Some days it doesn't even work. This is to be expected; the woman's only alchemical training has been forced by necessity. She has tried everything else, short of utter self-destruction, and found hers the only truly sustainable method of self preserving. Fantasies of lacking or losing her troubles are ones she avoids; this is the final proof of her strength and sanity -- going about her routines without the why, the how and the would.

This is a sketch of the woman I want -- one I could want. I don't want her because she could share in my depression, or delusion, or because she might retreat into her imagination as much as I always have. I desire this woman because I have a lot to accomplish before I can rest, and I don't want to be alone until that day."


Long-winded, eh? Cheers-

-M@

 

[TWB]

Changed my mind . . .

I still want the convertible, but I want *brat cat*, perky_baby, Southern37, and MorgaineLaFay riding around with me.













*Maybe a blow job will come later. . . * hehe

 

[MorgaineLaFay]

I think I could handle that

 

[MorgaineLaFay]

Re: What do I want?

I was wondering that a couple weeks ago. This is what I put up on my web page that night:

"I need a woman with a slow poison in her system. One who knows her antidote's recipe by heart, she's been making it so long, mixing the herbs on her kitchen stove at midday. This is the woman who lives in the little bungalow in the woods, and who only the nearest neighbors ever speak to, but who all the boys grow up watching from the woods. She takes her daily walk to the well, draws water, and throws a hesitant smile to whomever may or may not be out beyond in the wood.

This woman feels the effects of her poison. Sometimes it's in her stomach, sometimes her leg or arm. Often it clouds in the space behind her eyes, working up along the bone line of her forhead as its pain brings her to tears. She shivers in a corner, hugging her knees as the poison reaches its apex, and wishes she could dash her head against the cold grey wood.

Death makes frequent calls at her cottage, sitting at the kitchen table and having tea. She sees him as much as those alive. They talk of many things, and she feels better in a strange way after his visits. Perhaps it's the lack of his presence, perhaps it's the stories he tells her, or perhaps it's because she understand both how much and how little he works. A trail of dead grass leads to the cottage, appearing from somewhere out in the wood.

The poison has been in this woman's body as long as she remembers -- since she was a small girl, if a day. Her antidote is hard to make. Some days it doesn't even work. This is to be expected; the woman's only alchemical training has been forced by necessity. She has tried everything else, short of utter self-destruction, and found hers the only truly sustainable method of self preserving. Fantasies of lacking or losing her troubles are ones she avoids; this is the final proof of her strength and sanity -- going about her routines without the why, the how and the would.

This is a sketch of the woman I want -- one I could want. I don't want her because she could share in my depression, or delusion, or because she might retreat into her imagination as much as I always have. I desire this woman because I have a lot to accomplish before I can rest, and I don't want to be alone until that day."


Long-winded, eh? Cheers-

-M@

*blink blink*

Wow...I should be spooked..and yet I am not..

 

[SpaceToast]

Re: What do I want?

*blink blink*

Wow...I should be spooked..and yet I am not..

Well, if I'd just said "sex," being male, that would be redundant. If I'd said "good sex" I'd still not really be saying too much, and once again be bordering on redundancy. And if I'd said "good sex and a good conversation" I'd have to admit that tonight I'd just settle for the conversation.

But this way something I wrote would actually get read-

-M@

 

[truegentleman]

Right now?


About 10 hours of uninterupted sleep.


This shift is killing me.

 

[MorgaineLaFay]

Re: Re: What do I want?

Well, if I'd just said "sex," being male, that would be redundant. If I'd said "good sex" I'd still not really be saying too much, and once again be bordering on redundancy. And if I'd said "good sex and a good conversation" I'd have to admit that tonight I'd just settle for the conversation.

But this way something I wrote would actually get read-

-M@

I like what you wrote.

I copied it so I can read it again away from here.

 

[Nathon_88]

Someone to hold,
Someone to love,
Someone too bold,
Someone to soft,
Someone in my life,
Someone to be my wife,
Someone to be with me, forever.

It's a long list, I know......but I've got 3 of these people!

 

[patient1]

A life.

I want a life.

Would you settle for a little attention, Awesome one?

 

[Juspar Emvan]

I want to sink into the hot wet glove of a woman's passion;
To feel sweat slick skin sliding over mine;
To inhale the lust heavy breath of a lover;
To taste plump lips, delighting in the difference between them and her teeth;
To feel nails digging into my arse as desire becomes fulfilment.

I want to hold a friends had as we alk in the park;
To stroke clean smelling hair as the sun goes down;
To feel fingers in my chest hair as we lay on the couch;
To massage her feet and kiss her toes;
To lean against my companion as we read books in the afternoon.

I want to say "I love you"
And mean it.

 

[*bratcat*]

 

[Juspar Emvan]

ohmy....

You liked that? Morgaine has good timing, I was thinking about it earlier today.