Geez louise, you’re brave…I’m afraid to make eye contact with ANYBODY on BART!
That depends on what you’re wearing, and what you’re doing.
::fleeing::
Audrey swells my head, too, but 'round these parts, we don’t call it a “hat”, we call it a “condom”. Specifically, a “Trojan”.
::running faster::
What kind of reputation am I giving myself here?!
obfuscia(tryst :D), you certainly are invited to my 1000th party, whenever that comes. It won’t be soon, though. I did post a bit last night, but consequently I got ZERO sleep. I figure maybe in time for my birthday we’ll be celebrating my 400th. Bring the missus and some cheap beer! How’s about Waimea for a beach picnic?
And that rhyme… perhaps a new sig forya?
Screeme, I lack the exhibitionistic tendencies to try such a thing… but I’m working on it. wink The fact that ANYONE can see you is definitely part of the charm. Maybe if you’re (un)lucky, you’ll get caught on some tourist’s vacation video.
cooldude, that’s why I like oils.
And DRY…
Well, if I had a webcam… Naw, on second thought, that’ll just spoil you.
Private joke. Not like that makes it sound any better, though…
Excuse me, but are you TRYING to give us easy comeback lines here? 
“Spoil” (among the several definitions): “To overindulge or overpraise.” "To become tainted, rotten, or otherwise unfit for use"
Um…whatever you say.
::fleeing again::
throws dictionary at DRY
OK…
I dunno if anyone wants to read the fag’s fantasies. But, for what they’re worth… I used to write erotic stories and several of them are posted in various places. Here are the URLS:
“…When I lick your other earlobe, you suddenly take my own left earlobe into your mouth, and suck on my earring, cleaning it with your tongue. I shiver. 'This is your time,” I murmur. “Don’t worry about me yet.’…”
Lust Between the Stacks, or, What’s your call number?
“…‘Cool,’ he says. ‘And how can I find your call number?’ His lips curl up in a smile. I let go of my cart. ‘Follow me,’ I whisper. He and I walk to the elevator and I press the button for the basement. Immediately he shoves me against the wall and begins to kiss me with furious intensity. I melt against him and kiss back. Holy shit, I think, I’m going to screw this gorgeous guy in the library where I work…”
“…Soldiers are forbidden to express any emotions other than hatred and triumph and camaraderie, and everything else I am going to feed into this young man. He raises his head and looks at me curiously but intensely as I fiddle with the clumsy buttons on his uniform front, exposing his chest. It glistens in the moon–and starlight, as night has fallen. I caress his skinny, frail form, lying on my side beside him and kissing him over the face. When I reach the bottom I undo the buttons of his trousers and the clasp of his belt… He is holding his breath, wondering at what I’m doing. We have thrown all caution to the winds as we share this sweet time, together, before dying…”
On the Head of a Pin, Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3
“…His hand slithered down my shirt. ‘Gee, that’s too bad…’ I lay back into the chair, closed my eyes, and smiled. ‘Mmmm… That feels nice.’…‘You look like you could use a break,’ he murmured, and turned the swivel chair around, still stroking my chest. I saw he was shirtless. He knelt down and kissed my earlobe, then my cheek, playfully nibbling and kissing my face. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and kissed him on the lips. As always, his lips were soft and moist and happy to receive mine…”
Metron Ariston, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, and Part 6
“…‘You want the truth? I didn’t have anybody to help me through it. Nobody told me it wasn’t evil or sick, and I tried to kill myself by cutting my wrists.’ I let go of his arms and held up my hands, showing the white line running parallel down each wrist. ‘This is what happens when you don’t talk to anyone. So talk to me.’
He looked at me, pain in his eyes. ‘I don’t know what to say. I don’t understand anything yet. You’re not gonna tell anyone about this, are you?’
I blinked. Big dumb macho jocks have such blind spots sometimes. ‘No, of course not.’…
His voice shrank to a murmur. ‘Then, um, could you, hm, mrmmlrrm…could you kiss me again?’…”
Now remember, all of these are Adults Only. I’m not even sure if I should be posting these links (Mods: if it’s not kosher, please go ahead and delete this, but please make a note that they can be emailed on request. Thanks.)
Holy god, matt! Next time, mention this sooner!!
Well, just remember to post comments!!!
The fiancé and I are at our wedding reception. I’m wearing my big fluffy white dress, and he is in his tux; we are enjoying the celebration and making our rounds greeting our guests. Carefully, we steal away into the bathroom–one at a time, to disguise the obvious.
Once in the bathroom we begin to ravage each other, hungrily grabbing flesh–we have to be quick. Steamy kisses travel over all exposed skin. I unzip his tux’s fly; he picks me up and either (v1.) props me up against the wall, or (v2.) on a counter, lifting the ample skirt as he does so. My legs are wrapped around him, and are still dressed in delicate translucent hosiery and white heels. Tracing higher up onto my long legs are the garter belts, hinting of the curves that they lead to.
He pulls the front of my dress down, exposing my breasts, and buries his face in them while my hand reaches down and grabs his erection, rubs it aggressively, and leads it to its ultimate destination. I move the G-string to the side, and we make love, have sex, fuck quickly, hard, noisily, and reach orgasm nearly simulataneously. The entire process is completed in less than 10 minutes, perhaps even less than 5. We hurriedly straighten my dress, wipe off the sweat, brush off his suit, and nonchalantly walk out of the restroom one at a time.
(And no, no one was in the stalls or any other part of the bathroom listening in and/or watching.)
Ruffian, good stuff!
Matt, yours are great too!
I have written a bit of erotica as well … it’s not on the web anywhere but I can give you a few excerpts.
Alicia moaned softly, thrilling Shona even more. There was so much sexual tension between them now that neither of them wanted to move for fear of breaking the mood. They stayed like that for what seemed an eternity; Shona’s face so close to Alicia’s that each girl could feel the other’s hot breath on her mouth, gazing deep into each other’s eyes, their hands itching to touch each other and explore every intimate detail of each other’s bodies…
“I’m going to touch your body in ways that it’s never been touched before,” Shona began. Alicia’s breathing started to get a little heavier. “I’m going to peel your clothes off you, and then slowly, very slowly, lick every single inch of your gorgeous body. Alicia, I am going to make your body sing.” The promises of things to come, along with Shona’s blue eyes locked on hers, was beginning to affect Shona in a big way. “Go on,” she whispered.
I don’t know why, but the thing that tends to turn me on the most is self-denial and self-control, exercising both as much as possible. Whoever posted the fantasy about the train was on my same wavelength as well! Holding off on fullfilling my desires until they are absolutely uncontrollable … making them all the more sweet when the passion overwhelms me! YUM!
Wedding day…at the reception. My new bride and I sneak off to a bathroom somewhere and just stuff our faces with cake.
Oh yeah, and when we’re done with cake we make hot, steamy, monkey love (well, llama love…or would that be llama llove?)
My first reply and I forgot to click the box to include the all-important signature.
fans self
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Mine has something to do with phones and clown pants…
Don’t have any particular fantasies to share at the moment, but I now have some new stuff to try with Mrs. Trkr.
Thanks everyone.
mental note - Never read these types of threads at work anymore.
Jeffery