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Starts nibbling on Shotgun's neck whilst removing my panties...
You bloody idiot, you saved the sunscreen but didn't deploy the emergency raft, with the stuff like water and signaling equipment? <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/angry7.gif" alt="angry7">
"uppity bitches". just gotta say... wow. What she said. Doesn't matter what I'm wearing, calling me an "uppity bitch" if I refuse your advances (or turn away from your gaze), will earn you a very fast lesson in physics. Think about velocity.
If Google News counts, Brexit. Also, Brexit. Did I mention Brexit? Brexit.
Another round of drinks. <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/pourwine.gif" alt="Pour Wine">
I love old fountain pens and ink jars--had an old schooldesk in my bedroom as a child, it had an actual inkwell. That said, the pen that is with me almost all my waking hours is a Fisher Space Pen with a stylus on one end and a ballpoint on the other. Engraved with my name, it is crazy useful to have a pen that will write no matter what position the pen itself is in--if you've ever tried to use a regular pen, of any kind, to write a note on a piece of paper while the paper is against a wall (so the pen is perpendicular to the wall, you know how much that sucks. Since Fisher pens are pressurised, I can scribble notes or sign off on whatever without having to find a level surface, which is very, very useful.
I don't believe in the existence of anything supernatural, up to and including the existence of G-d. What I do have is faith in the existence of a G-d, and in the existence of an afterlife. It's a nuanced difference. Anyway. I grew up in a century-plus old house. At night, there were all kinds of noises, especially from the basement, but old houses make noise--flooring cools and contracts, the 1912 boiler (yes, it had radiators for heat) sighs, vast staircases seem to stretch after a day of being trod upon. No big deal.For Christmas one year, I must've been about 4, my parents gave me one of those "My Size" Raggedy Ann dolls. Even at age 4, I really wasn't much into dolls, more into books and, as there were exactly zero girls my age in a six block radius, doing "boy" stuff. Climbing trees, building forts, having neighbourhood-wide rubber band gun wars that lasted for weeks, playing HORSE, brawling over whatever--and I didn't get a free pass for being a girl. So Raggedy Ann ended up in a box in the basement almost immediately. Next Christmas, my mother brought Raggedy Ann up and put her in my room to make space for gift wrap in the basement. Now, the next part is what my Grammie and mother have told me about what happened; I barely remember anything.My younger brother and my father had gone out, and I was alone upstairs in my room. My Grammie came up the stairs to the linen closet in the corridor leading to the bedrooms. She heard me talking. My bedroom door was closed, which was unusual, since I had a totally irrational belief that if I closed the door, the monsters would come out of the closet (no, seriously...huge closet with its own window, that monster thing stuck with me until I left home).So, she goes to my room, opens the door, asked me what I was doing,and I said, "Shsh, Ann's talking, you're interrupting, Mum says not to interrupt." And then I turned back to "Ann" and apparently seemed to be answering a question. My grandmother, being a sensible sort of woman, backed out of the room and returned with the Bible which accompanied her everywhere. She put the Bible on the bed, whereupon I started screaming about how "that book" "makes Ann feel angry and sick". Again, I don't remember much, but I do remember the Bible and yelling at my Grammie, which I had never done before nor since.End result was my grandmother grabbing the doll and the Bible, tossing the doll into one of the many fireplaces in my house while reading verses from the New Testament.I never did have another doll.
My first cock sucking experience? It was awesome. Also, surprising, since I was very much a virgin and still fascinated by the hydraulics of the penis. I'd never made a man cum before, and it was stupefying, the mixed rush of a feeling of power (I did that!) and a feeling of being crazy hot (Fuck! I'm amazing!).
Sia-- Elastic Heart .
I saw this story a few days ago, and as a rider, I was seriously impressed by that horse. It's notoriously dangerous to ride, even at just a fast trot, on pavement or asphalt. Asphalt and pavement are "slippery", and shod horses can and do lose their footing and bam! come down. Having 1700 lbs. (or more) of horse land on your leg or torso is not something that generally ends well for the rider. Even just going at an easy walk on paved roads makes me very nervous. The fact that this guy a) recognised that there was something going on b) saddled up and then c) rode the horse fast enough to lasso the the would-be thief speaks very much to his abilities and the bombproof nature of his horse.Good man, better horse. <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/pourwine.gif" alt="Pour Wine">
This was not what she intended at all when she walked into the Yale Street pub. She’d meant to have a soothing after work shot or two of Drambuie, call it good, and head home. Not this. Certainly not this. Yet here she was, bent over for all to see, in the half-lit darkness of the alley behind the bar--she wasn’t even sure it was the same one that she’d walked into. Forehead and hands...
Added 23 Sep 2015 | Category Flash Erotica
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How did she come to be as she was currently? It had been an eminently ordinary first date, arranged by mutual friends, marked with the usual pleasantries and peppered with the occasional curious question about each other’s work and life in general. They’d shared a single bottle of 1997 Chateau Ste. Michelle gewurtztraminer, not enough to make her drunk, nor even slightly tipsy. Really,...
Added 26 Jan 2015 | Category Straight Sex
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It was hot, unusually so for the temperate marine climate of Seattle, and so she was as naked as could be without being fully so--stripped down to her pink and black lace bra and matching tanga cut pink and black lace panties. Still, at ten o’clock at night, with the house a balmy 26c, that wasn’t enough. She needed to go outside, needed to feel the cooling night air against her skin, needed...
Added 04 Aug 2014 | Category Straight Sex
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She stripped out of her scrubs in the hospital locker room, tossed them into the soiled laundry bin, and stepped into one of the twenty identical shower stalls, pulling the plastic curtain shut behind her. The hot, just shy of scalding water hit her surprised skin and began washing away the disinfectant smell of work, to replace it with the rose scent of her perfumed body wash. She loved...
Added 04 Jul 2014 | Category Straight Sex
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I know now, what I did not know then. I know now that your scars run too deep to be kissed away, that my love and devotion would be nothing in the face of your pain. I know now that no amount of my attention, my need, my willingness to give up my everything to you, would do anything to keep you with me, to keep you as my partner and my lover. Perhaps it is better that I did not know...
Added 02 Jun 2014 | Category Straight Sex
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Soulless, silent, I am the woman of your dreams, even as I haunt your nightmares. I am everything and nothing at once, taking on the form necessary to take from you your very essence, to spill your mortal seed, my demon mouth and condemned cunt warm, wet and welcoming in perpetuity. Endless, insufferable want drives me on, drives me from bed to bed, man to man. I am damned to...
Added 25 May 2014 | Category Supernatural
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She was sitting in one of the two deep, mahogany coloured leather chairs positioned by the fire in the Hunt Club, a long white cigarette dangling carelessly from her slim, manicured fingers, when I first saw her. When I first fell in lust with her, rather. Her red slingback stiletto heels dangled from her stockinged feet, and her red silk sheath dress had slipped up just enough to reveal a...
Added 20 May 2014 | Category Straight Sex
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She walked into the corporate clean Starbuck’s, the chairs all neatly swept of crumbs, the faux mahogany inlay tables sparkling, as if they had never had a cup of coffee rested upon them. The store was crowded, relentlessly polite baristas working furiously to satisfy the needs of caffeine-deprived customers, and she fell into queue behind the last of these customers. She was dressed for...
Added 15 May 2014 | Category Oral Sex
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Arriving at the firing range, a nondescript white building dropped into the middle of an industrial district, she unloaded her range bag and gear from the boot of her car. Jeans, black v neck lightweight sweater, nothing special, just another morning to be spent throwing lead at paper and steel targets in preparation for competition. She noticed that her instructor’s car wasn’t in the parking...
Added 09 May 2014 | Category Straight Sex
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The motel room was small with just one queen size bed and a threadbare chair looking awkwardly out of place, as if someone had just reached through the roof of this dank place and left it there. There was a distinct smell of cigarettes and desperation, of cheap, hurried sex and the comfort not of skin on skin but of plastic bottles of vodka. So this is where he had chosen to meet, she...
Added 03 May 2014 | Category Straight Sex
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