Holy Sh*t They're NAKED in Here!

[unpredictablebijou]

You never said anything about the poem about you and Homb setting about me ............sigh

I was too busy getting myself off while reading it. Couldn't type at the same time. Sorry.

bj

 

[Homburg]

Highly unlikely lol they are only just recovering from me arriving on their scene as it is (the first time in a very short mini skirt I might add I was out to shock cos they thought I was a hussy for going off with him in the first place!)



I will but am waiting on Homb finding his other site

I'm not finding it, I'm sorry. I guess the sale is over. That said, I found an ebay.uk store that has them for less that sixty quid. I can link it if you want. Still looking for that site, as it had them at a better price anyway, even without the sale.

Edit:
Here, try these guys. They were the ones what had it on sale. It's not on sale that deep any more, but still only $39.95 and that ain't bad at all. S&H should not be too bad, and they're a reputable company.

Yes, it is a referrer link. As I got the info off Esinem's site, I figure I should post it using his referral link. Go to "Top Selling Sex Toy Brands" then "Vibratex" then "Hitachi Magic Wand". I have a generic sorta-magic wand for the girls and they adore it, and the real thing is vastly better from what I've been told.

 

[Sara Crewe]

I was too busy getting myself off while reading it. Couldn't type at the same time. Sorry.

bj

I am sensing a pattern here in how someone spends their non-typing time.

I can hear it.


It's distracting.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

I am sensing a pattern here in how someone spends their non-typing time.

I can hear it.


It's distracting.

To distract you in this way is a gleeful priority of mine. More to the point, it's only fair.

Here's a hint: bijou pushes herself away from the computer after a hot few hours during which she has flirted outrageously with two of her favorite writers - and in fact has participated in a sort of virtual seduction and silk-tie bondage scene in the corner of a darkened virtual bistro.

She wanders toward the bedroom, checking the time. Still a while before she has to change her clothes and get ready to go out for the evening. Whatever will she do with her spare hour?

whatever will she do?

bj

 

[Sara Crewe]

And for the sore parts, there is all kinds of good stuff. Stuff you can make or stuff that you can buy.


Some of the best stuff is called Stroke it. It's marketed for guys but um it doesn't care what kinda parts you put it on. It lasts a long time, stays in place and doesn't smell bad.


If you look on the site Come As You Are under lubes you'll see it.

S

 

[Sara Crewe]

To distract you in this way is a gleeful priority of mine. More to the point, it's only fair.

Here's a hint: bijou pushes herself away from the computer after a hot few hours during which she has flirted outrageously with two of her favorite writers - and in fact has participated in a sort of virtual seduction and silk-tie bondage scene in the corner of a darkened virtual bistro.

She wanders toward the bedroom, checking the time. Still a while before she has to change her clothes and get ready to go out for the evening. Whatever will she do with her spare hour?

whatever will she do?

bj

I just know you wouldn't do it quietly . Which is killing me. I taught myself to go left so I wouldnt have to leave the computer.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

I just know you wouldn't do it quietly . Which is killing me. I taught myself to go left so I wouldnt have to leave the computer.

Flexible, talented, and a quick study. Among the thousands of things I love about you.

Tonight is the first of my nine-week boot camp class, so I must go and study, and grab some dinner quickly before I begin. Wednesdays will be truncated like this til september, but since the computer will be sitting only 12 feet from where I'll be babbling for the next three hours, I'll be virtually (lawl) right here.

And eager to return, believe me.

bj


eta: I am really unable to go quietly. It's inconvenient, but there it is.

it's why they call me "Poodle".

 

[Sara Crewe]

eta: I am really unable to go quietly. It's inconvenient, but there it is.

it's why they call me "Poodle". [/SIZE]

I will admit that made me snicker. They coulda come up with a better name than that!

Have fun bootin'.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I've ordered it I will keep you informed ........

 

[Homburg]

I've ordered it I will keep you informed ........

Good on ya!!

 

[Sara Crewe]

Good on ya!!

That's what she said.






Sorry. I watch the office too much.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Good on ya!!

It will be a little while as I opted for the cheaper posting but it's still only 8 - 12 days oh and I added a little something for Ron! I've told him about ordering something online from the US but not what! I'm amazed that he didn't ask if it had been me I would have gone mad wanting to know what it was

 

[Sara Crewe]

It will be a little while as I opted for the cheaper posting but it's still only 8 - 12 days oh and I added a little something for Ron! I've told him about ordering something online from the US but not what! I'm amazed that he didn't ask if it had been me I would have gone mad wanting to know what it was

I can't believe he didn't want to know either!! I want to know what you got him!

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I've just gone back and deleted all I put I hope you wouldn't believe the disgusting PM I got

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Mafeking has been relieved ....... mmmmmmmm those multiples it's all or nothing here !

 

[unpredictablebijou]

The vignette, as promised, for UYS.


Bijou pushed away from her computer and sighed.

Dammit. How could she be so fiercely in love with people she had never, and perhaps would never, actually meet in the flesh?

Real, unreal, not real, she mumbled as she padded down the hall to the bedroom. What's real, anyway? Sometimes the world on line was realer than her own living room, the people just as three-dimensional.

And she was dripping, besides, throbbingly horny from nothing more than a casual, if hilarious, exchange about an imaginary scene in which imaginary friends were seducing her, and one another. Imaginary.

And quite real, as far as her body was concerned.

She looked at the clock on the dresser. Still a good hour before she needed to get ready to go to the meeting. There were at least six things she could get done. She had two different writing projects, some prep work for a class, a half-finished mobile, a lamp that needed to be fixed.

I'll just change my clothes and work on that story.

- liar -

God, they'd been so hot, so adorable, so... real. It was hypnotic, as much as in real life, to watch them flirt and toy with each other on the screen. Real. As tangible as the juice that now soaked all the way through her jeans.

I'd be taking these off anyway. I just need to change into a skirt.

- liar -

She slid her jeans off. She knew how it would start, at least with one or two of them. Some piece of music, some line from Jane Austen and they'd end up... here.

Lazily, she pulled her blouse over her head, and dropped all her jewelry piece by piece on the side table. What happened, after they walked here, stood together next to the bed? She could hear the TV mumbling from the next room, some later scene from North By Northwest, which she'd been half-watching while she worked on the computer. What would happen, if he, if they, were actually here? She ran her fingers along the bottles and jars on the dresser, enjoying the weightless feeling of being out of her clothes. Her hands moved up her thighs, along her waist.

Would he start at her nipples, with a tongue, or pinch them, like this? She sat down on the bed.

I just can't decide what to wear. I'll sit here, relax, think about it for a minute. She leaned back against the pillows, one hand playing around her mouth, lightly.

Real, she muttered. Not real, goddammit. She closed her eyes and surrendered.

 

[Sara Crewe]

Real, she muttered. Not real, goddammit. She closed her eyes and surrendered.

God.


'nough said.

 

[Anschul]

The vignette, as promised, for UYS.


Bijou pushed away from her computer and sighed.

Dammit. How could she be so fiercely in love with people she had never, and perhaps would never, actually meet in the flesh?

Real, unreal, not real, she mumbled as she padded down the hall to the bedroom. What's real, anyway? Sometimes the world on line was realer than her own living room, the people just as three-dimensional.

And she was dripping, besides, throbbingly horny from nothing more than a casual, if hilarious, exchange about an imaginary scene in which imaginary friends were seducing her, and one another. Imaginary.

And quite real, as far as her body was concerned.

She looked at the clock on the dresser. Still a good hour before she needed to get ready to go to the meeting. There were at least six things she could get done. She had two different writing projects, some prep work for a class, a half-finished mobile, a lamp that needed to be fixed.

I'll just change my clothes and work on that story.

- liar -

God, they'd been so hot, so adorable, so... real. It was hypnotic, as much as in real life, to watch them flirt and toy with each other on the screen. Real. As tangible as the juice that now soaked all the way through her jeans.

I'd be taking these off anyway. I just need to change into a skirt.

- liar -

She slid her jeans off. She knew how it would start, at least with one or two of them. Some piece of music, some line from Jane Austen and they'd end up... here.

Lazily, she pulled her blouse over her head, and dropped all her jewelry piece by piece on the side table. What happened, after they walked here, stood together next to the bed? She could hear the TV mumbling from the next room, some later scene from North By Northwest, which she'd been half-watching while she worked on the computer. What would happen, if he, if they, were actually here? She ran her fingers along the bottles and jars on the dresser, enjoying the weightless feeling of being out of her clothes. Her hands moved up her thighs, along her waist.

Would he start at her nipples, with a tongue, or pinch them, like this? She sat down on the bed.

I just can't decide what to wear. I'll sit here, relax, think about it for a minute. She leaned back against the pillows, one hand playing around her mouth, lightly.

Real, she muttered. Not real, goddammit. She closed her eyes and surrendered.

Did you say Drawing Room E, Car 3901? I'll be there momentarily. This will take about five and a half minutes. Will you be finished? No? Excellent!!!

 

[UnderYourSpell]

The vignette, as promised, for UYS.


Bijou pushed away from her computer and sighed.

Dammit. How could she be so fiercely in love with people she had never, and perhaps would never, actually meet in the flesh?

Real, unreal, not real, she mumbled as she padded down the hall to the bedroom. What's real, anyway? Sometimes the world on line was realer than her own living room, the people just as three-dimensional.

And she was dripping, besides, throbbingly horny from nothing more than a casual, if hilarious, exchange about an imaginary scene in which imaginary friends were seducing her, and one another. Imaginary.

And quite real, as far as her body was concerned.

She looked at the clock on the dresser. Still a good hour before she needed to get ready to go to the meeting. There were at least six things she could get done. She had two different writing projects, some prep work for a class, a half-finished mobile, a lamp that needed to be fixed.

I'll just change my clothes and work on that story.

- liar -

God, they'd been so hot, so adorable, so... real. It was hypnotic, as much as in real life, to watch them flirt and toy with each other on the screen. Real. As tangible as the juice that now soaked all the way through her jeans.

I'd be taking these off anyway. I just need to change into a skirt.

- liar -

She slid her jeans off. She knew how it would start, at least with one or two of them. Some piece of music, some line from Jane Austen and they'd end up... here.

Lazily, she pulled her blouse over her head, and dropped all her jewelry piece by piece on the side table. What happened, after they walked here, stood together next to the bed? She could hear the TV mumbling from the next room, some later scene from North By Northwest, which she'd been half-watching while she worked on the computer. What would happen, if he, if they, were actually here? She ran her fingers along the bottles and jars on the dresser, enjoying the weightless feeling of being out of her clothes. Her hands moved up her thighs, along her waist.

Would he start at her nipples, with a tongue, or pinch them, like this? She sat down on the bed.

I just can't decide what to wear. I'll sit here, relax, think about it for a minute. She leaned back against the pillows, one hand playing around her mouth, lightly.

Real, she muttered. Not real, goddammit. She closed her eyes and surrendered.

Gulp .... ooooooooooh myyyyy

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Here's a new challenge for the Naked thread, generated by some fascinating conversations about tantra with the grrrrls last night.

(three of them, all mid-20's. I'm the cougar of the bunch, shepherding this wild little flock around the bar, listening to their wild dramas, mothering them: drink some water, honey. Have some popcorn. Eat something.)

Their boys are frustrating them. So we talked about that a lot. The phrase "Honey, I'm not a machine," came up. Grrrls hate hearing that. I thought, have 26 year old men changed that much? or did I just hang with a different set, when I was around 26 year old men?

Here's one thing we talked about, and the source of the challenge.

Have you ever looked straight into someone's eyes while they came? I mean, all the way through? Have you ever been brave enough to look someone in the eye when you came?

"Look at me, lover. Open your eyes. Look at me. You're so beautiful. Come for me now, and look at me. Let me see you go over the edge."

If yes, you know what I'm talking about when I say, it's mind-blowing. it's a complete surrender, an action of trust, a moment of divine connection, and the most beautiful thing in the world, from either point of view.

So write about it. And if you've never experienced it, go do it and then write about it. It works alone too, and is just as brave: postulate a lover, a divine force, whatever. See the face clearly, right in front of you, watching you, and stare directly into the eyes. All the way through.

And then write about it.

I dare you.

Here's a positively lovely little video I found which may inspire y'all. She doesn't quite make it, but almost. Almost.

bj

 

[Homburg]

Have you ever looked straight into someone's eyes while they came? I mean, all the way through? Have you ever been brave enough to look someone in the eye when you came?

bj

No. Most people don't scream with their eyes open.

 

[Anschul]

Here's a new challenge for the Naked thread, generated by some fascinating conversations about tantra with the grrrrls last night.

(three of them, all mid-20's. I'm the cougar of the bunch, shepherding this wild little flock around the bar, listening to their wild dramas, mothering them: drink some water, honey. Have some popcorn. Eat something.)

Their boys are frustrating them. So we talked about that a lot. The phrase "Honey, I'm not a machine," came up. Grrrls hate hearing that. I thought, have 26 year old men changed that much? or did I just hang with a different set, when I was around 26 year old men?

Here's one thing we talked about, and the source of the challenge.

Have you ever looked straight into someone's eyes while they came? I mean, all the way through? Have you ever been brave enough to look someone in the eye when you came?

"Look at me, lover. Open your eyes. Look at me. You're so beautiful. Come for me now, and look at me. Let me see you go over the edge."

If yes, you know what I'm talking about when I say, it's mind-blowing. it's a complete surrender, an action of trust, a moment of divine connection, and the most beautiful thing in the world, from either point of view.

So write about it. And if you've never experienced it, go do it and then write about it. It works alone too, and is just as brave: postulate a lover, a divine force, whatever. See the face clearly, right in front of you, watching you, and stare directly into the eyes. All the way through.

And then write about it.

I dare you.

Here's a positively lovely little video I found which may inspire y'all. She doesn't quite make it, but almost. Almost.

bj

BJ,
You rock my world. I personally am all about the face--I judge a woman's physical beauty by looking at her face. It's all about expressiveness--the eyes, the smile, the things you can learn about a person by watching--really watching--her face. I will probably take up your challenge.
About a year ago, I stumbled across this website, BeautifulAgony dot com (from which your clip is sampled). it is chock full of videos (more than 7000 and counting) of people (women and men) masturbating in front of a video camera. The videos are of faces. Videos are rejected if they are shot too wide. They are all about the face and expression during orgasm. Some are so intensely hot, and the site is dedicated to just what you are talking about. They have companion sites, Ifeelmyself dot com, for those who wish to see the whole shebang, naughty bits and all (and Ishotmyself dot com, which is all about still photography.) It's a pay site, with a few freebies to suck (so to speak) you in. It's all about masturbation and exhibitionism. For those who are into that sort of thing, it's pretty cool.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

*wonders how one can 'stumble' upon such sites* what were you looking for?!

 

[Anschul]

*wonders how one can 'stumble' upon such sites* what were you looking for?!

Actually found it when I was looking at my sister's FaceBook page. She had it posted as a link, and it caught my attention. Since it hooked me into the only kind of visual porn I find interesting, I followed the link, and -- imagine my surprise.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

No. Most people don't scream with their eyes open.

I, Mr. Smartypants, am perfectly capable of screaming with my eyes open.

And Anschul, thanks. I too am all about the face, the look in someone's eyes. It's a sort of power trip, making someone look you in the eye at that moment.

I think I ran across that link in the General Board somewhere a while back. And someone once showed me a whole music video based on what I must assume was that website - all face shots, short video, cut very skillfully to match the music. Gorgeous.

bj