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Ever feel like you have entered the twilight zone? ermmmmm a poof over here is a derogatory term for a homosexual as in poofter/horses hoof etc a goofball is errrrr how do I explain that? well someone who goofs off in a nerdy kind of way
 
Ever feel like you have entered the twilight zone? ermmmmm a poof over here is a derogatory term for a homosexual as in poofter/horses hoof etc a goofball is errrrr how do I explain that? well someone who goofs off in a nerdy kind of way

I learned about "poof" and "poofda" from Monty Python. And goofball's about the same in both languages.

But it could be a ball attended by goofs.

Like the Secret Policemen's Ball.

bj
 
*Massive Guy Cringe*

Not to make you pucker further, but I once participated in a really insane event where, in order to raise money for a children's playground, two grown and hairy men agreed to get full brazilians on live radio. Long story.

We had two days to raise $1500. We raised close to $2000 well before the deadline.

I was there. IN fact, I sold tickets. It was not pretty.

bj
 
And yeah. I have testimonials that hanging out with me will completely ruin you for normal, non-kinky conversation.

bj

Raises hands in the air, and allows body to beat in time with the music,
I testify that you will never be the same and you will be thankful!!! Bj is great for bringing you out of your shell and for making you realize that the shell is nothing but a hollow mockery of what it contains
 
So if you ever travel to Annie's turf, take care how you use the words 'testimonial' and 'bummed' unless you really know you're English.
 
So if you ever travel to Annie's turf, take care how you use the words 'testimonial' and 'bummed' unless you really know your English.

I heard once of a man named Randall, who made the mistake of introducing himself heartily upon arrival in New Zealand.

He learned to go by his full name. Women didn't respond well to "hello, I'm randy."

bj

eta: nor, for that matter, did most men.
 
I heard once of a man named Randall, who made the mistake of introducing himself heartily upon arrival in New Zealand.

He learned to go by his full name. Women didn't respond well to "hello, I'm randy."

bj

eta: nor, for that matter, did most men.

I detect potential limerick action, especially the way you opened up, with your sentence, your opening sentence, had a limerickish tang to it.

There once was a fellow quite randy...
 
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whose legs were terribly bandy
which made walking a curse
having sex was much worse
but for croquet incredibly handy
 
I heard once of a man named Randall, who made the mistake of introducing himself heartily upon arrival in New Zealand.

He learned to go by his full name. Women didn't respond well to "hello, I'm randy."

hehehe
There was a scene in a comic I read where the heroes had transplanted their HQ to London and were being honored with a special party. One of the heroes is asked by their liaison how it's going, and he says it was alright but all the women seem to awfully giggly upon meeting him.

He had been going up and offering his hand with the introduction of, "Hi, I'm Wally.":D
 
Do you remember that story that was going to be written about me getting it from all the Bistro regulars? Well I have made a start on writing it myself so any tit bits you may have already written would be very welcome
 
Do you remember that story that was going to be written about me getting it from all the Bistro regulars? Well I have made a start on writing it myself so any tit bits you may have already written would be very welcome
This sounds wonderful. Open and exposed for all to see. Lovely.




Maybe....
 
I think a couple of people made a start but then nothing happened so I thought I would give it a go myself ...... not sure where I would post it tho would be rather big to go in here I thought maybe I could post it in instalments
 
chapter one

I stood and hesitated for a moment at the door of the bar eager yet apprehensive as to what this night held for me. After all the people I was about to meet were strangers in a way, being only names I knew from online. It was one thing to bare ones soul on an anonymous messageboard but quite another to do it face to face. It was Maddy that arranged this meeting for us all knowing that I was flying in from London for a week and I was pretty sure she would be wanting me to try out the infamous 'backroom'. If this was the case I sure hoped I could get a few drinks under my belt for dutch courage because it was my own fault for revealing that I sometimes have trouble with getting an orgasm! They had joked that there were one or two people in our crowd that could assist me there given half a chance and as I hesitated I had the feeling that this was to be the night that I would find out whether it was a joke or not.
Taking a deep breath I pushed open the door and entered the Bistro bar, all chatter ceased for a moment and every head turned in my direction. Then everyone was talking at once welcoming me in and as I was gathered into several bear hugs a very large drink was put into my hand. I was thinking is this the dutch courage?!
 
Do you remember that story that was going to be written about me getting it from all the Bistro regulars? Well I have made a start on writing it myself so any tit bits you may have already written would be very welcome
Lols. Sounds like our own poetic SRP. :) I'll see what I can rouse up from the depths of my ... well <blushie face> you know. :p
 
Champy Falls Under Your Spell

Gather round, I'll tell a tale
of Annie and her boys
who though many aren't really male
introduced her to the joys
of spankings and once all tied up
the rousing orgasms given her by toys.

We showed her where and when to tickle
her pleasure button space
and how joy offered by a large dill pickle
brings light onto her face.

So, when Annie ventures fore from aft
mark the happy grin upon her lips.
She'll reveal her sexuality
in the sway and swing of hips.
A flick of tongue proves that she swallows
in gulps instead of sips.

Now Annie makes the back a comfortable spot
with pillows making cleavage
a corset tied around her curve with knots
of demure smiles. Her coy invitage
means she's got her eyes on you
and now I must attend her and my horniness assuage.
 
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chapter 2

I was found a seat and looked around at the sea of faces, who was who I wondered? Surely that big guy over there must be Danny and as I looked his way he gave me a big grin and a wink. To my amazement I actually blushed, thinking back to all the intimate details he already knew about me. But pulling myself together I thought I know a lot about each and every one of them too. Just then I drawn into a warm embrace and a whispered "Welcome at last Ruth I am sure we can all make this evening a memorable one, I am Maddy by the way and we have all got our heads together and have so much planned already, I hope you are happy with that?" I gulped and smiled "Ok I will go along with anything you have decided but when does this all begin?" I said. "How about right now?" said a voice to my left "Hi I am George". I looked into his face and his eyes smiled into mine, a smile that went right inside me and I felt that familiar tingle that coursed right through me.

Am I going to get any feedback to this? does everyone want me to continue? I feel like I am talking to myself (bar Champ) in here!!
 
Am I going to get any feedback to this? does everyone want me to continue? I feel like I am talking to myself (bar Champ) in here!!

I love what you've come up with so far. Have you considered actually writing out the story and submitting it to Lit, as opposed to posting smaller tidbits here in the forums?

And, should be in need of a flirtatious middle-aged American to be visiting and popping 'round to meet some of the names from his computer screen, feel free to throw me into the mix. hehehe

:kiss::rose:


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