I enjoy blurring autobiography with erotica - both by spicing up a past dalliance and applying a little kink to my day-to-day activity.
South of No North
If my girlfriend was requesting a threesome, I would assume she had an idea with whom SHE wants it to be. I'd ask who she has in mind. I would listen and I would be open and warm to the idea, and I would lead her to the bedroom to talk things through with affectionate touches and reassuring kisses. So long as it wasn't someone we know or someone we (or she) would see again, I would be open to it. In my past experiences, it's better that way - a special occasion. Let's face it, though. It's a fantasy. As such, it's probably best left that way. It raises so many issues it's a strain on most relationships. At the risk of sounding smug, I personally don't believe most people are smart enough, nor emotionally honest enough, to pull it off successfully. <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/baglady.gif" alt="Fugly">
Napoleon Dynamite and his "Liger"Quote: "It's pretty much my favourite animal. It's like a lion and a tiger mixed... bred for its skills in magic."
So long as her transcripts are released, or have already been released, this is much ado about nothing. The diploma doesn't much matter except to people who don't matter much. Colleges and Universities only concern themselves with transcripts showing those straight A's, not some underwhelming certificate.
Let's stay in bed.
I once had "pity sex" with a ex-girlfriend after we broke up. I recently moved out and I had stopped by to pick up the last of my belongings. She was watching me pack and we were talking about remaining cordial and friendly since we were going to live in the same small college town and all. She eventually asked if I was even attracted to her anymore. I treaded lightly. I had already notice she wasn't wearing a bra under her tank top. I said yes, of course, but with more hesitation in my voice than I intended. Frustrated at the question, I brushed her off and asked that she let me just finish what I had come over to do. She retreated into her room and shut the door. I finished loading the rest of my stuff and returned to her room. I pushed the door open to see her lying face down on her bed, apparently emotional waiting silently for me to leave. I stood at the door for a few seconds and admired her "one last time," taking in a parting shot of her tanned legs and red hair splayed across her bare shoulders and lavender sheets. Without a word I approached her from behind, crawled between her legs and began aggressively kissing her neck and back while man handling her body and pulling at her clothing. She pressed her ass against my hardening cock as I tugged her shorts down, panties and all. She began reaching up to clutch her breasts. I could see her cleavage gathered under her shirt and it drove me wild. I was tempted to keep her shirt on, but I wanted her naked. I wanted her to feel wanted, but I needed her to know that this was going to change things between us. I think that's why I continued getting more aggressive, and more forceful with my movements. I flipped her over and ripped some stitches while removing her shirt. With her naked beneath me, I devoured her body with all of clothes still on. I quickly kissed down her neck, her breasts, each nipple, then nibbled downward to meet her heat between her thighs. I licked and sucked and drank of her while cupping her ass and quickly coaxing orgasm from her. A brief moment of indecision followed while I wrestled with regret and restraint, wondering if I should wrap things up or tend to my raging hard-on. She quickly got up and began tugging at my belt. I almost spoke up to ask her to stop, but I was both extremely aroused and concerned that stopping her now would just make things worse. This is why I considered this pity sex. I gave in to her advances and allowed her to take me in her mouth. I consciously kept my hands to myself. No loving touches, no gentle guidance to the rhythm I request, no encouraging moans. She filled the room with sounds of her sucking and slurping while her hand spread saliva across my cock and balls. I quickly realized that I wasn't likely to cum like this. I wanted her face down and ass up for this "good bye," so I touched her face and guided her away, then I rolled her to her tummy. She spread eagerly for me and I entered her with a quick and deep movement. The wetness left the sheets damp and added to the slaps of our bodies colliding. I worked up a rhythm I could sustain long enough make her come again. She always enjoyed squeezing tightly from this position, and she knew it drove me wild. I held off to the best of my abilities until I felt her body tense in anticipation. When the wave of orgasm overtook her body I released deep inside her and pulled her firmly against me before collapsing down onto her. My cock remained snug inside her while we caught our breath. My hardness subsided and I slowly but surely withdrew from her. It was tough not be sentimental in this closing moment. I think we both may have cried a bit, but we exchanged no words. After a brief nap, I arose and explained I need to meet my landlord, but that I would be seeing her later that night at a friend's party. I left very unsure about things. Was it fair for her to ask if I was still attracted to her? Was it fair for me to have gone through with the sex? While a part of me insisted on believing that it was something she needed, I think I know it was somewhat selfish of me.
"You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you want it done. Not both." Perfectly stated. I used this one recently to much success. :)
Try painting red racing stripes up the length of it. This adds the illusion of length, plus it can NEVER be confused as boring.
A punk prayer indeed. It's both refreshing and important to see punk rock being actually dangerous and subversive instead of simply the soundtrack to white kids' freshman year. They aren't just being charged with hooliganism. The prosecution called it a hate crime due to its offensiveness to Christians. My inner pervert finds it tempting to raid a local church with a friend to to play a sneaky game of grab-ass in the pews...
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