fuckmeat's petit pied-à-terre

[Erlind]

Watching crappy movies and playing video games. Just generally being lazy. I'll need to go hunt down food at some point, but eh. Needless to say, I'm feeling a bit lethargic at the moment.

 

[fuckmeat]

Watching crappy movies and playing video games. Just generally being lazy. I'll need to go hunt down food at some point, but eh. Needless to say, I'm feeling a bit lethargic at the moment.

Yeah, me too. It's too hot and I haven't got the energy for anything.

 

[fuckmeat]

Because this will absolutely, positively NEVER happen again...

Hangs the pictureframe in my little study area. The lounge would be too public, the bedroom too detrimental to my health and longevity. But here, in my little writing nook beside my laptop chair, I can be reminded that he's not all bad.

99% is definitely not all.

 

[zpitt27]

Just stopped by to check out the thread and say hi.

Also, I would like to say that I think your AV picture is incredibly powerful and beautiful. So many stories lie behind that image alone.

 

[fuckmeat]

Thanks zpitt

What brings you to SRPs and my little corner of Lit?

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Drops by, carrying a basket of muffins, a carafe of tea and a pretty little black flogger with just three or four shiny stainless steel flechettes tied to various thongs...leaves the whole shebang by FM's front entrance....slowly strolls away, debating returning to the Outlook for more thought on a new home...

 

[zpitt27]

Thanks zpitt

What brings you to SRPs and my little corner of Lit?

I write every now and then in the SRPs ... and to be quite honest, I think I was just clicking around on different threads, and found yours, and the picture alone was powerful enough to make me reply.

 

[Drunken_Angel]

Lured by a tagline whose meaning is foreign, but whose sounds strike bells of silver: "Ma petit pied-à-terre, dans le salon des jeux de rôles sexuels," the fey flutters in. Lightly stepped, her feet barely touch surfaces exquisite; gossamer wings flit idly as she takes everything in.

A gasp. It is not the luxury of the place that pulls her- as much as any shiny pulls her- it is the feel... exotic, beautiful, artistic. It begs to be touched and stroked and used.. every implement.

A fey is a creature of light, most of them are, but it is known to them that there are forms of beauty that rise ever so much higher than the celestial- so much higher because of the depths to which one must fall in their pursuit. This is the feel of this place, and its siren's call beckons her to rest a bit, and 'my don't those chains look pretty?'

 

[Exescort]

Don't understand why I was drawn so strongly to this thread,
Is it the darkness of some minds that intrigues me?
The uber sexuality of the deprived?
Or..... perhaps the need to let go, indulge?
Debauchery, corruption,turpitude, oh how I need you......

 

[where_is_RUTH]

We should all go for a social drink. I think we'd laugh a lot!

A long time ago, this little kitten used to make me smile!

We are all the sum of our parts.