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ChuckEPoo
Over 90 days ago
Straight Male
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Chuckanator
If you are looking for over the top erotic read this. Strap your seatbelt on first.
https://www.lushstories.com/stories/group-sex/blondies-christmas-tale.aspx
https://www.lushstories.com/stories/group-sex/blondies-christmas-tale.aspx
Chuckanator
I just finished reading all of Sprite's stories. All hundred plus. Whew. But... I'm a a major fan now.
SweetestSins is amazing.
My wife Hotwife4u is a up and comer.
I just discovered JennyGently. Great style.
Of course there are the elite Authors that have earned that status like:
DancingDoll
Avergblkgrl
Milik
Buz
Poppet
BethanyFraiser
Nymphwriter
Liz
Lisa
Steph
DanielleX
MagicalFelix
And many more
SweetestSins is amazing.
My wife Hotwife4u is a up and comer.
I just discovered JennyGently. Great style.
Of course there are the elite Authors that have earned that status like:
DancingDoll
Avergblkgrl
Milik
Buz
Poppet
BethanyFraiser
Nymphwriter
Liz
Lisa
Steph
DanielleX
MagicalFelix
And many more
Chuckanator
Ahhhh my college dorm days pop into mind. Oh yeah, at least two. Not real personal though. I remember her like yesterday. There was what's her name with the tattoo on her butt and the read head chick that I let give me head because shoving a cock in her mouth was the only way to shut her up.
Hey it was college. Cram a bunch of hormonal kids into a cramped living space and what do you expect?
Hey it was college. Cram a bunch of hormonal kids into a cramped living space and what do you expect?
Chuckanator
The Reunion
I was restless all night in anticipation.
Thinking of our long awaited reunion.
Was it possible to try and recapture
the very first love of my faded youth?
My memories were flooded with our
glorious but tumultuous relationship.
How I would sit in class daydreaming
of your inviting enticing, captivating form.
Now we finally meet at the break of dawn,
Just like we have so many times before.
I stand before your magnificence.
In awe of your pleasures awaiting.
The breaking sun silhouettes the form
of your seductive breathless beauty.
Your very scent triggers my memories.
And beckons me to renew past exploits.
Nothing but you can stir this passion
within me in such an addictive way.
Will you receive me as companion
or send me tumbling in rejection?
I can wait no longer in my impatience,
as I slip into the wetness of your folds.
I remember your salty taste upon my lips,
Diving head first into your undulating motion.
You push and surge as I stroke with all
the power, soul and skills of my being.
Cresting, gliding, and moving in unison,
your promised pleasures are unmatched.
But if you're not treated with careful respect,
I know that you can be cold and unforgiving.
Our reunion is almost finished and joy complete as
I slip and slide faster and faster into pure ecstasy.
With this glorious long anticipated encounter accomplished.
Breathlessly I gather myself for another beckoning round.
Only God may truly understand my love and devotion for...
Surfing.
I was restless all night in anticipation.
Thinking of our long awaited reunion.
Was it possible to try and recapture
the very first love of my faded youth?
My memories were flooded with our
glorious but tumultuous relationship.
How I would sit in class daydreaming
of your inviting enticing, captivating form.
Now we finally meet at the break of dawn,
Just like we have so many times before.
I stand before your magnificence.
In awe of your pleasures awaiting.
The breaking sun silhouettes the form
of your seductive breathless beauty.
Your very scent triggers my memories.
And beckons me to renew past exploits.
Nothing but you can stir this passion
within me in such an addictive way.
Will you receive me as companion
or send me tumbling in rejection?
I can wait no longer in my impatience,
as I slip into the wetness of your folds.
I remember your salty taste upon my lips,
Diving head first into your undulating motion.
You push and surge as I stroke with all
the power, soul and skills of my being.
Cresting, gliding, and moving in unison,
your promised pleasures are unmatched.
But if you're not treated with careful respect,
I know that you can be cold and unforgiving.
Our reunion is almost finished and joy complete as
I slip and slide faster and faster into pure ecstasy.
With this glorious long anticipated encounter accomplished.
Breathlessly I gather myself for another beckoning round.
Only God may truly understand my love and devotion for...
Surfing.
Chuckanator
Questions of Love
Is love but a fleeting feeling?
Or something that is true?
Is it just a passing emotion?
Why is it drawing me to you?
Is love about finding beauty?
Why is there so much pain?
Can it truly mend a broken heart?
Can it make me whole again?
Is it love that bonds us together?
Or desire that controls our minds?
Can my love be a soulful promise?
Or did I just simply waste your time?
Is love like a hidden secret?
One that I am so unaware?
Does it lead to greater purpose?
Do you know how much I care?
Is love about seeking forgiveness?
Will it set aside consuming pride?
Will my selfish will bend to yours?
Or just push yours to the side?
Is love the thing the seals us?
Or am I caught by what you say and do?
Is my heart truly filled with love?
Why can't I stop thinking of you?
Is our love the real question?
Could it ever be defined?
Do you feel my soul touching yours?
Will you forever always be mine?
Even though this did not get RR, it is still my favorite poem. It was so difficult writing a poem completely comprised of questions. Plus I thought the questions to be legitimate not just put there to rhyme.
Is love but a fleeting feeling?
Or something that is true?
Is it just a passing emotion?
Why is it drawing me to you?
Is love about finding beauty?
Why is there so much pain?
Can it truly mend a broken heart?
Can it make me whole again?
Is it love that bonds us together?
Or desire that controls our minds?
Can my love be a soulful promise?
Or did I just simply waste your time?
Is love like a hidden secret?
One that I am so unaware?
Does it lead to greater purpose?
Do you know how much I care?
Is love about seeking forgiveness?
Will it set aside consuming pride?
Will my selfish will bend to yours?
Or just push yours to the side?
Is love the thing the seals us?
Or am I caught by what you say and do?
Is my heart truly filled with love?
Why can't I stop thinking of you?
Is our love the real question?
Could it ever be defined?
Do you feel my soul touching yours?
Will you forever always be mine?
Even though this did not get RR, it is still my favorite poem. It was so difficult writing a poem completely comprised of questions. Plus I thought the questions to be legitimate not just put there to rhyme.
Chuckanator
Quote by BethanyFrasier
Just one?? I run a company with 38 employees, most of them men, so I'm quite used to giving orders to males. But I'm sure you mean in the bedroom. Domineering 'alpha'-type guys don't get far with me. They never get as far as my bed! The guys that do, are usually so grateful for the opportunity, they pretty much bend over backwards to please me. And if they don't, they don't get a second chance. Dominating doesn't mean humiliating. I'm very nice to everyone, but I'm also very assertive. I grew up with 3 sisters, all of us very competitive and empowered, and frankly, spoiled rotten! And we're all accustomed to getting our way.
Are you sure Carol is not one of your sisters?
Chuckanator
Quote by HotWife4U
Well my husband Chuck sold our corporation a few years ago and we are blessed to live comfortably the rest of our life. He's 54 and I'm 39.
I quit teaching. I get asked all the time what do I do with myself now that I'm not working. My answer is simple... What ever I want, when ever I want. It gives me plenty time for creative endeavors or just plain mischief. I will be writing about some of my adventures.
Every day is Saturday. Lol. At first we traveled a bunch but that gets old fast, living out of a suitcase. So now our adventures are mostly in relationships.
Couldn't have said it better. Hun. You are my greatest adventure.
Chuckanator
Quote by adagio_sabadicus
I am starting to think, that the present system is the 'most' fair. My only change would be that the score of 1 or 2 would 'require' and explanation. Maybe this would help weed out the naysayers. If a story is could enough to pass muster by a mod, a 1 or 2 is an insult to all.
I like that. A 1-3 score needs explanation. I know some people on the internet dislike certain genre and troll around giving a one score without even reading the story. Another thought is to only allow members to vote. No anonymous voting.
Chuckanator
Hey doll. You look fabulous! Really you do.
I appreciate all you do to stay beautiful. I really never considered the difference in our bath Pullmans. You missed my mouthwash on your list though. I never considered the huge difference in how men don't have as much social pressure on them to look a certain way. It does seem a bit unfair.
I appreciate all you do to stay beautiful. I really never considered the difference in our bath Pullmans. You missed my mouthwash on your list though. I never considered the huge difference in how men don't have as much social pressure on them to look a certain way. It does seem a bit unfair.
Chuckanator
Quote by kiera
A thing that stole my heart and soul
Who would ever be so bold?
Writing such as poetry
Almost like debauchery
Or insecurity
Who's to know?
What one thinks
Or one does
Why they write
Heavens above.
Put it on paper
Scream it and yell
Write it in the forums
What the hell.
Say what you mean
Mean what you say
Don't listen to others
Writing is ok.
Poetry is writing
Things that you think
When you're hurt
Or needing a drink.
It is an art, a way to express
What one does, when they are depressed.
I envy your talent. My poetry sounds like it belongs on a hallmark card.
Chuckanator
Quote by sprite
words tied together with string and bones,
feathers and stones,
pulled from the heart
until you're pulled apart
and reassembled like a jigsaw,
so pure, so real, so raw,
love and hate, joy and fear
words that dredge up a forgotten tear
words that make you think and feel
and turn emotion into something real
tangible clouds of creativity
(when asked about relativity
Einstein admitted he'd made it up
pulled some words from an empty cup
and strung them together, trying to explain
the rambling that bounced around inside his brain)
you ask what is poetry, this my reply
and i wrote all this without being high!
My my my. I am truly impressed. This is so perfectly written.
I even think your cat writes better poetry than I do.
Chuckanator
Winters Day - by Chuckepoo
That winter's day was pure and white,
A nip of cold in morning’s light.
The chimney’s smoke was twisting high,
Reaching up to the grey blue sky.
It took me back to our faded youth,
A less complex time of trust and truth.
The days were long and filled with joy,
Our love was fresh, not brash and coy.
The still air was broken by icy chill,
Snowflakes falling on the window sill.
The journey was long, my trek complete,
It was now time to rest my weary feet.
I saw your cabin just up ahead.
A place of warmth to lay my head.
Now I was finally standing at your door.
My heart was full, but my love was more.
You welcomed me with glowing smile,
And invited me to stay awhile.
I lay with you, sprawled by the fire,
Your sensual touch ignited my desire.
Our bodies burning from lust and flame,
This union removed all the past and pain.
You moaned your pleasures in my ears.
Our song was sung through joyful tears.
We laughed and played like no time had past.
But our history showed we could never last.
My time was up and we knew I could not stay,
But I would always cherish this cold winter's day.
That winter's day was pure and white,
A nip of cold in morning’s light.
The chimney’s smoke was twisting high,
Reaching up to the grey blue sky.
It took me back to our faded youth,
A less complex time of trust and truth.
The days were long and filled with joy,
Our love was fresh, not brash and coy.
The still air was broken by icy chill,
Snowflakes falling on the window sill.
The journey was long, my trek complete,
It was now time to rest my weary feet.
I saw your cabin just up ahead.
A place of warmth to lay my head.
Now I was finally standing at your door.
My heart was full, but my love was more.
You welcomed me with glowing smile,
And invited me to stay awhile.
I lay with you, sprawled by the fire,
Your sensual touch ignited my desire.
Our bodies burning from lust and flame,
This union removed all the past and pain.
You moaned your pleasures in my ears.
Our song was sung through joyful tears.
We laughed and played like no time had past.
But our history showed we could never last.
My time was up and we knew I could not stay,
But I would always cherish this cold winter's day.
Chuckanator
The Reunion - by Bhuckepoo
I was restless all night in anticipation.
Thinking of our long awaited reunion.
Was it possible to try and recapture
the very first love of my faded youth?
My memories were flooded with our
glorious but tumultuous relationship.
How I would sit in class daydreaming
of your inviting enticing, captivating form.
Now we finally meet at the break of dawn,
Just like we have so many times before.
I stand before your magnificence.
In awe of your pleasures awaiting.
The breaking sun silhouettes the form
of your seductive breathless beauty.
Your very scent triggers my memories.
And beckons me to renew past exploits.
Nothing but you can stir this passion
within me in such an addictive way.
Will you receive me as companion
or send me tumbling in rejection?
I can wait no longer in my impatience,
as I slip into the wetness of your folds.
I remember your salty taste upon my lips,
Diving head first into your undulating motion.
You push and surge as I stroke with all
the power, soul and skills of my being.
Cresting, gliding, and moving in unison,
your promised pleasures are unmatched.
But if you're not treated with careful respect,
I know that you can be cold and unforgiving.
Our reunion is almost finished and joy complete as
I slip and slide faster and faster into pure ecstasy.
This glorious long antisapated encounter is now complete.
Breathlessly I gather myself for another beckoning round.
Only God may truly understand my love and devotion for...
Surfing.
I was restless all night in anticipation.
Thinking of our long awaited reunion.
Was it possible to try and recapture
the very first love of my faded youth?
My memories were flooded with our
glorious but tumultuous relationship.
How I would sit in class daydreaming
of your inviting enticing, captivating form.
Now we finally meet at the break of dawn,
Just like we have so many times before.
I stand before your magnificence.
In awe of your pleasures awaiting.
The breaking sun silhouettes the form
of your seductive breathless beauty.
Your very scent triggers my memories.
And beckons me to renew past exploits.
Nothing but you can stir this passion
within me in such an addictive way.
Will you receive me as companion
or send me tumbling in rejection?
I can wait no longer in my impatience,
as I slip into the wetness of your folds.
I remember your salty taste upon my lips,
Diving head first into your undulating motion.
You push and surge as I stroke with all
the power, soul and skills of my being.
Cresting, gliding, and moving in unison,
your promised pleasures are unmatched.
But if you're not treated with careful respect,
I know that you can be cold and unforgiving.
Our reunion is almost finished and joy complete as
I slip and slide faster and faster into pure ecstasy.
This glorious long antisapated encounter is now complete.
Breathlessly I gather myself for another beckoning round.
Only God may truly understand my love and devotion for...
Surfing.
