Absolutely right, Kim.
And kudos on the multiple-entendre “sink”.
Well, I’ll just be hiding over here if anyone needs me. At least until Southern negotiates those taming terms. shudders
Oh Falcon,
I stated that I’d be willing to negotiate the terms of your taming.
I don’t usually negotiate. I take 'em straight to surrender.
Which, in our case, would save time…
Whereas I take those women I tame to orgasmic heights astofore unyet achieved by them. Then they do my bidding like meek handservants…
19 Hours!!!
Ahha, the Chief weighs in.
They’re just like linoleum chief, just like linoleum…
Hmmmm…surrender vs. orgasmic heights. Decisions, decisions.
Sorry Southern…I gotta go with the Chief on this one.
slides over to ChiefScott So…wanna tame a Falcon, hon?
This is exactly how my day has gone.
Falcon chooses the swabbie that’s still out to lunch… er sea.
In another thread I recommended “rear-entry sex” as a great activity for a date only to have CrankyAsAnOldMan swoon over someone else’s use of the phrase.
The clincher was lunch. I met a lovely lady for lunch and all she wanted was to eat – a sandwich!
It’s just one of those days… one of those days…
sigh…
Well Southern…looks around a little bit
Who says we can’t have fun until Chief gets back? After all…lot we can do in 19 hours… 
Hi CheifScott!
Am I stupid if I ask what the first thing you’ll do
when you have left the ship?
I mean you can’t grab the first women you see, or…
God DAMMIT, I love Navy guys. Didja see me Chief? Red head? D cups? That was me. That was also my 3 year old in the car behind me. I think I’ll go now. (sigh)
Anniz,
The Chief and his mates have been out to sea for quite a while. I would recommend that ANYONE with long hair and a round butt stay away from the docks – just in case.
Falcon’s getting quite fickle. First she flushed me for a guy surrounded by 1,000 other men, THEN she winks seductively at me and reminds me that her sailor is still out of reach.
That’s OK, being the pilot type, I never did understand what women saw in sailors.
Now ya gotta beg.
Southern, I’ve always made my women grovel. That way when I acquiesce, they’re already on their knees ready to get to work.
kneels
Please forgive me, Southern? I never meant to hurt you…bats eyelashes
Or…you know there’s no reason BOTH of you couldn’t try to tame me. Inter-service partnership and all that. grins
(Yep, I’m bad.)
Damn Falcon,
Now I’m left wondering if you read the Chief’s last post or if it is a beautifully coincidental simul-post.
ooo… All this thinking is making my head hurt…
But I sure like the way you think! (Sorry about that, Chief.)
I thought falcon’s were supposed to be tough to tame!
Gotta re-evaluate my definition of submissive yet again!
Southern - I swear to the Goddess it was a simulpost. And then I laughed my ASS off.
And Chiefy hon? I said TRY to tame me. Y’all haven’t succeeded yet.
You’re right, Chief.
Guys love it when girls kiss our ass – because we can turn around real fast!
She’ll tame, chief. All of them will. With some it’s natural, with others it takes rewards, and with the rest it takes punishment.
Falcon might actually fall into several categories.
smiles slowly
We’ll just have to find out now, won’t we, Southern and Chief? So have you two joined forces? winks
Here’s the tie-breaker.
We both tell her to bring us a beer. Whoever gets served first gets serviced!
Falc, I need a beer.
::Smacks Birdie on the bum::