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pentup47
3 weeks ago
Bisexual Male, 78
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I've always had a thing about gamine women.
Now in case you haven't got time to Google it, 'gamine' actually comes from the Arabic for 'street boy' - which tells you a little about my predilections: slim, boyish build, tiny titties, pert bum.
I'd love to see a Forum thead on gamine women. And I suppose Hailey Berry would top the list.
Now in case you haven't got time to Google it, 'gamine' actually comes from the Arabic for 'street boy' - which tells you a little about my predilections: slim, boyish build, tiny titties, pert bum.
I'd love to see a Forum thead on gamine women. And I suppose Hailey Berry would top the list.
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Definitely, definitely, definitely NOT! And that has nothing to do with 'current difficulties'.
One always needs to make the distinction (in one's head and in one's conversation) between 'porn' - salacious and tastleless commercialisation of sexual matter - and 'erotica' - graphic artistic interpretation, in pictures or words - of sexual activity between consenting individuals.
Everything - everything - that I've found on Lush leads me to believe that this site falls into the latter catergory. I rest my case.
One always needs to make the distinction (in one's head and in one's conversation) between 'porn' - salacious and tastleless commercialisation of sexual matter - and 'erotica' - graphic artistic interpretation, in pictures or words - of sexual activity between consenting individuals.
Everything - everything - that I've found on Lush leads me to believe that this site falls into the latter catergory. I rest my case.
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@hankyspank: I learned from bitter (and bitter is the operative word here) that cum collected in a condom is no substitute for what my lovely friend dpw describes as 'straight from the tap'. All condoms have heavily-perfumed, clinically-checked coverings; mother nature's sperm. on the other hand, is a natural secretion. Just 'cause it comes out of your knobend, shouldn't deter you from savouring its exotic delights.
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@ milik and clum: good posts with sensible advice for all readers.
I personally try not to take advantage of the 'fast tracking' system Gold membership brings, because soon after I joined I thought: "This is such a brilliant site, which must cost a lot to keep on the road" - so I made a donation. And will do so again.
I personally try not to take advantage of the 'fast tracking' system Gold membership brings, because soon after I joined I thought: "This is such a brilliant site, which must cost a lot to keep on the road" - so I made a donation. And will do so again.
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For me, this is one of the sexiest ballads ever written. When I first heard it, I was convinced it was written by the Great Leonard (Cohen). It was only when I read the sleeve notes some months later, that I discovered it was written by his fellow Canadian Madeleine Peyroux.
There's perfume burning in the air
Bits of beauty everywhere
Shrapnel flying, soldier hit the dirt.
She comes so close
You feel her, then
She tells you No and No again
Your lip is cut on the edge of her pleated skirt.
Blue Alert.
Visions of her drawing near
Arise, abide and disappear,
You try to slow it down
It doesn't work.
It's just another night I guess
All tangled up in nakedness
You even touch yourself, you're such a flirt.
Blue Alert.
You know how nights like this begin
The kind of knot your heart gets in
Anyway you turn it's gonna hurt.
There's perfume burning in the air
Bits of beauty everywhere
Shrapnel flying, soldier hit the dirt.
Blue Alert.
She breaks the rules so you can see
She's wilder than you'll ever be
You talk religion but she won't convert.
Her body's twenty stories high
You try to look away, you try
But all you want to do is get there first.
Blue Alert.
There's perfume burning in the air
Bits of beauty everywhere
Shrapnel flying, soldier hit the dirt.
Blue Alert. Blue Alert. Blue Alert.
There's perfume burning in the air
Bits of beauty everywhere
Shrapnel flying, soldier hit the dirt.
She comes so close
You feel her, then
She tells you No and No again
Your lip is cut on the edge of her pleated skirt.
Blue Alert.
Visions of her drawing near
Arise, abide and disappear,
You try to slow it down
It doesn't work.
It's just another night I guess
All tangled up in nakedness
You even touch yourself, you're such a flirt.
Blue Alert.
You know how nights like this begin
The kind of knot your heart gets in
Anyway you turn it's gonna hurt.
There's perfume burning in the air
Bits of beauty everywhere
Shrapnel flying, soldier hit the dirt.
Blue Alert.
She breaks the rules so you can see
She's wilder than you'll ever be
You talk religion but she won't convert.
Her body's twenty stories high
You try to look away, you try
But all you want to do is get there first.
Blue Alert.
There's perfume burning in the air
Bits of beauty everywhere
Shrapnel flying, soldier hit the dirt.
Blue Alert. Blue Alert. Blue Alert.
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Apologies to baseball lovers: this is about English cricket (I can hear the yawns from here!). Had a French g/f while living in London, who'd expressed curiosity about "your English cricket game." So I bought, at considerable expense, two seats to see England play the West Indies at Lords Cricket Ground: the cricketing world's 'holy of holies' - equivalent, I suppose, to Yankee's Stadium. The game gets underway and I'm trying to explain what's going on to this beautiful young woman. After less than an hour it begins to rain and the players go off. "What has happened?" she asks with alarm. "They don't play cricket in the rain" I say feebly (recalling the many American baseball games I've watched when torrential showers failed to stop play). So we adjourn to a pub (bar) alongside the ground called 'The Lords Tavern'. It is packed with disappointed cricket watchers. She goes to the ladies washroom and removes her knickers. Seated in a quiet corner, we drape my raincoat over our legs and I masturbate her to several exciting orgasms. Nobody turned a hair.
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Good question. I've been asking myself this question ever since I came onto Lush. I don't feel I'm 'cheating' on her ('cause cyber sex and sexting etc is surely several levels below outright marital indidelity); but than, again, I'd find it difficult to own up to some of the wilder moments which I've experienced and enjoyed in the chat rooms. Churlish - and probably whimpishly-English - is my present feeling that I'll just 'let sleeping dogs lie''
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Well this is going to be a rank outsider, I realise. But, for me, the truly most sexiest woman who has ever graced the silver screen (apologies to Marilyn, Garbo et all) HAS to be the divine Ann Miller. Not because she made more than forty movies in her 60-year career; and certainly not because she was one of Louis B Meyer's countless 'casting couch' successes. But simply because her 'Too Darn Hot' dance routine in 'Kiss Me Kate' shows that this statuette six-foot godess had legs that went all the way up to her ass. Gams to die for... or even better, to be smothered to death with, while pleasuring her pussie! WHAT a way to die!
Sorry I can't post a pic. Can anyone oblige?
Sorry I can't post a pic. Can anyone oblige?