"Come" is definitely the verb, meaning to orgasm. For example, "I'm going to come", "I'm coming", or "I came". The past tense is always "came". It's never ever "comed".
As for "cum", it's the noun meaning semen or sperm. For example, "I shot my cum all over her tits", or "my cock was oozing pre-cum through my pants".
I hate using "cum" as the verb, such as "cumming" or "cummed", but as a story moderator, I'll let it slide. The one that really chaps my ass though is when people use "cum" in place of "orgasm" or "climax" etc. For example, "I had such a good cum." *shudders*
Pussy's pussy. I'll take what I can get.
But my preference is for a neatly trimmed muff and smooth around the lips.
Having said that though, as I devote far too much time to thinking about this, some of the sexiest pussies I've ever seen have had a full, albeit neatly trimmed, bush. I think it's because it's so uncommon, at least in my experience.
It was frightening how dark that episode was. Brilliant, but just so chilling. It stayed with me for quite a while afterwards.
I thought it a very interesting take on how the original Terminus group...evolved. Discovering that it was their scrawled messages to never trust, and learning how they could become so evil was really well done. I almost felt sorry for them...almost. Such an obscene crossing of the line. It was so deliciously satisfying how it turned out. Carol leaving that woman for dead was such a symbolically perfect ending.
I'm so loving Carol now. Man, that was badass! And Tyreese! I loved the conflict with that scene, with him desperately wanting to stay out of it, but being dragged in. Some really clever storytelling.
My only doubt was how quickly it all went down. I was kind of hoping they'd spend a bit more time at Terminus. With all the build up and foreshadowing last season, I felt it might have been a little anticlimactic. What do others think?
And Eugene the Mullet? Does he have the cure, or is he just bullshitting for a guided tour to DC?
I hope Beth's okay.
*hopping from one foot to the other, wiggling fingers with glee*
The New Adventures of Old Christine
I too have fallen victim to waning interest in subsequent chapters, based purely on the number of views. That, or the bots haven't got around to Part 2 yet. Posting each of the two parts in different categories probably didn't help that, but to be fair, I was expecting it.
As a reader though, I really enjoy a good multi-part story. If it's engaged me with strong character and plot development, I'll often become invested in the characters, and I have to know what happens next. SITTING is brilliant at it, and I often find myself waiting on the edge of my seat for her to bang out the next chapter. Sprite, Katje, Lisa and Stormdog100 are all authors who have managed to keep me wanting more with the series they've written.
I like it when the chapter is enough to stand on its own, but I think the secret is that it needs to flow seamlessly from the one before it, and into the one following. There needs to be that hook at the end of each part to make you crave the next instalment.
I'm making a run at the latest competition with my first attempt at a group sex story. Well, kind of a group sex story... I shant say too much.
In the meantime...
Gun to my head, love.
I'd much rather be struggling to make ends meet with an amazing woman I was crazy about, and she for me, rather than rolling in it with some chick I don't really like, or no one at all.
At the end of the day, money is just stuff, whereas love is, well, love.
Half a bowl of minestrone soup, at about five o'clock in the afternoon. A real early bird special for this old man...
My lazy-ass dogs snoring their heads off.
Beer-battered barramundi, chips and veg. And maybe a couple of pints of Pure Blonde.
It made for quite the breezy afternoon back at the office. Shhh, be cool, man.
A teriyaki chicken sushi roll and some barbecue pork with rice.
Get her out of there before my wife came home.
Seriously, any guy who doesn't at the very least stay and watch, or better yet, join in, is not worthy of such a gift. My God! How does anyone not make the most of that?
Of course it's hot. You've always got to go the growl. I think all but one of my stories includes it.
I might leave you to it, Carl. Looks like you've got your hands full.
Not an Austin Powers fan? "Relax, Vanessa, don't have a thrombo."
It's slang derived from the medical condition known as deep vein thrombosis, or otherwise bursting a blood vessel. It's commonly used when people overreact to something fairly trivial.
She's just asking a question, Dude.
No, I don't browse for porn at all actually. I'm exclusively stories these days.
I used to watch a lot back in the day, but would often find myself imagining back stories to go along with the scenes. It does all blur into the same thing after a while.
I'd be much more interested in a prostitute giving it away for free. In for a penny, in for a pound.
Figuratively of course. I wouldn't want Felix to have another thrombo.
Strippers have never really been my thing. I mean, sure, exciting idea. But...meh.
Side boob makes me horny.
The truth is, I wouldn't mind giving escargot a try. You only live once, right?
Cue the Jaws music. Dipping beneath the surface and nibbling gently on the soft bits.
Unfortunately I have to put Kiera over my knee for being disrespectful to her elders. Ginger, too, for the pegging. Although the twin pink moons is quite a sight...
I'll have to dip my fingers a little lower to see if I can make you two feel better and wipe those pouts off your faces.
Love that hoodie. Especially when there's nothing underneath...
I'm slobbing around in an old rugby jumper and a pair of trackies.
Spank that gorgeous little ass...then kiss it better. Maybe nuzzle down between those soft thighs...