In the mood for...

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Hands around my throat, forced to watch, to endure as pieces of me are ripped from my grasp, till I finally yield, no longer a creature of my own, but wholly and completely owned. A mere vessel for his pleasure, until he is finished with me, and I am of no use to anyone else.

Let it never be said that I'm not sometimes an s-type.
 
Your sex; under my tongue, grinding against my lips and chin. Your scent; powerful and present, invading more than just my nose. Your satisfaction; slick and sweet and salty, the sticky sheen of a job well done.
 
Your sex; under my tongue, grinding against my lips and chin. Your scent; powerful and present, invading more than just my nose. Your satisfaction; slick and sweet and salty, the sticky sheen of a job well done.

Normally, I'm not the hugest fan of oral....shut up...its true. I have very little patience for it. But you really make me rethink that sometimes, Mr. Petite.
 
Normally, I'm not the hugest fan of oral....shut up...its true. I have very little patience for it. But you really make me rethink that sometimes, Mr. Petite.

I was just thinking that. I don't have a lot of patience for it, either - mostly just get to the bam bam bam!

But these moods of yours are awfully nice, Mr. Teddy Bear, I agree with V.
 
Normally, I'm not the hugest fan of oral....shut up...its true. I have very little patience for it. But you really make me rethink that sometimes, Mr. Petite.

If there is but a moment of reconsideration, then my words are not wasted.
 
I was just thinking that. I don't have a lot of patience for it, either - mostly just get to the bam bam bam!

But these moods of yours are awfully nice, Mr. Teddy Bear, I agree with V.

With you and I there is very little disagreement, doll. The best bad men and women do not toy with their food.

If there is but a moment of reconsideration, then my words are not wasted.

I may say many things to you Mr. Petite, but your words are never wasted. Ever.
 
With you and I there is very little disagreement, doll. The best bad men and women do not toy with their food.



I may say many things to you Mr. Petite, but your words are never wasted. Ever.

I find that playing with my food is always rewarding. Then again, I have a tendency to test other people's patience.

I'm glad to hear that, Viv. :)
 
Yall fuckers are nuts. Good oral is spec-fucking-tacular.

Kinda like his mood writings.


and fuck off.. I toy with my food for hours, then fuck it for hours more.
 
Normally, I'm not the hugest fan of oral....shut up...its true. I have very little patience for it. But you really make me rethink that sometimes, Mr. Petite.

I agree and disagree, Vi.

While it feels good, it's not.... great.
But, throw in some fingers or a toy and it can be quite satisfying. For me at least.
 
Yall fuckers are nuts. Good oral is spec-fucking-tacular.

Kinda like his mood writings.


and fuck off.. I toy with my food for hours, then fuck it for hours more.

BeautifulDream said:
I agree and disagree, Vi.

While it feels good, it's not.... great.
But, throw in some fingers or a toy and it can be quite satisfying. For me at least.

A combination is kickass. It's just straight oral that I find myself mentally twiddling my thumbs about.
 
I agree and disagree, Vi.

While it feels good, it's not.... great.
But, throw in some fingers or a toy and it can be quite satisfying. For me at least.

A caveat, if you will. When it comes to being with a man....I have no patience for oral. I want to be fucked, there is no other way to say it. When it comes to being with a woman, it is exactly as you say it doll.

And the gf is wicked talented with her toys.
 
-grumbles- OK.. so i have had two.. count them... One... two.. people that could lick me.. LICKING only.. well. sucking and stuff.. that could get me off with only that.

there have been only 3 more that with fingers and toys and other things involved that could get me off.

Now I'm not saying that to define oral sex it cant include fingers and fun stuffs.. but come on.
Who the hell was excluding that anyway.



Tthe absolute only thing I hate.. ok. two things. The only two.. hmm. yes.. only two things I detest in oral sex. One is someoen that gets all pissy because they were down there rootin around like a warthog for nigh on a year and I fell asleep, bless their hearts. two... two.. I could actualy murder over. The one that thinks they're good.. and pretty much is good but has for some god forsaken reason thought it was a good idea to change what they are doing the moment they find that pinical spot. EVERY single goddamned time you start to cum. And I'm not saying as a sadist thats not.. .like.. really really fun to do. BUT this is about someone that's actualy trying to make you cum enjoyably with without torture. ANd even after a good conversation still ends up being on my "this person will be stuffed in a tumble dryer filled with roofing nails, jacks, and legos" List.


GOD FUCKING DAMN IT... I want good head.. now. thank you very fucking much.. fuk
 
In a very rare mood for me.

I want to take, and I want to take roughly.

I want a pretty girl right here in front of me. I want her in her sweetest, sheer little baby doll. I want to grab her by the throat, and shove her against the wall. Pressing my hand against the slim column of her throat until I can feel her heart beating against my palm. I want to stare into her eyes and watch her pupils dilate as the reality sets in, as she recognizes the beast is free; unchained. To feel her tremble with a mixture of fear and desire.

To kiss her so roughly that she can taste pain and lust on our mingled lips as my hands grab at the fabric which keeps her seperate from me. I want to shred it with my bare fucking hands as I crush her body against the wall with my weight.

I want to feel her nails scoring the flesh on my back as I drive the full length of my cock into her without warning, without ease or mercy. I want it to fucking hurt. I want to hear her scream my name, to beg for me to slow down, to be easy. All of which will only encourage me to take more. One hand with a fist full of hair, the other wrapped around her throat hard enough to make each breath a chore.

I want to stare into her eyes and watch every thought rush through her mind until she adjusts to my girth. When she finally does relax then it is time to take her by the fucking hair and drag her into the bedroom. I want to take the belt out of my drawer and begin to mark her skin. Each lash, each welt an emotion, an expression purged from my mind. After every last thought has been torn from my mind, emblazoned into her skin then; and only then would I take her by the hair, pull her to her knees, and feed her.

That is what I am in the mood for.
 
In a very rare mood for me.

I want to take, and I want to take roughly.

I want a pretty girl right here in front of me. I want her in her sweetest, sheer little baby doll. I want to grab her by the throat, and shove her against the wall. Pressing my hand against the slim column of her throat until I can feel her heart beating against my palm. I want to stare into her eyes and watch her pupils dilate as the reality sets in, as she recognizes the beast is free; unchained. To feel her tremble with a mixture of fear and desire.

To kiss her so roughly that she can taste pain and lust on our mingled lips as my hands grab at the fabric which keeps her seperate from me. I want to shred it with my bare fucking hands as I crush her body against the wall with my weight.

I want to feel her nails scoring the flesh on my back as I drive the full length of my cock into her without warning, without ease or mercy. I want it to fucking hurt. I want to hear her scream my name, to beg for me to slow down, to be easy. All of which will only encourage me to take more. One hand with a fist full of hair, the other wrapped around her throat hard enough to make each breath a chore.

I want to stare into her eyes and watch every thought rush through her mind until she adjusts to my girth. When she finally does relax then it is time to take her by the fucking hair and drag her into the bedroom. I want to take the belt out of my drawer and begin to mark her skin. Each lash, each welt an emotion, an expression purged from my mind. After every last thought has been torn from my mind, emblazoned into her skin then; and only then would I take her by the hair, pull her to her knees, and feed her.

That is what I am in the mood for.

>.>

<.<

Where the hell do I sign up?
 
Anguish and arching and aching in eyes. Bending and blurting and burgeoning cries. Clenching and clutching and curtailed replies. Digging and dipping and delving inside. Exhaling and edging and echoing minds. Flexing and folding and following lines. Grazing and gripping and gritting of jaws. Heaving and holding and heaviness drawn. Inspiring and intoning and intimate wants. Jabbing and jamming and jerking when caught. Keening and kissing and killing so soft. Lapping and lathing and low-timbered coughs. Moving and moaning and marring fair skin. Nipping and nibbling and noises no more trapped within. Owning and op'ning and ord'ring demands. Pushing and pulling and pawing; both hands. Quav'ring and quenching and quickening pace. Riding and roaring and roaming each place. Shackles and shaking and shivering sighs. Teethmarks and tautness and tongue upon thighs. Using and ush'ring and urging release. Vulgar and vexing and violate speech. Wanton and writhing and wriggling beneath. X's from rope ties left at stomach and hips. Yearning and yelping and yielding to wills. Zephyrs bring zeniths, then everything stills.

As systematic as alphabetical means, I'm in the mood for your being from your A's to your Z's.
 
Anguish and arching and aching in eyes. Bending and blurting and burgeoning cries. Clenching and clutching and curtailed replies. Digging and dipping and delving inside. Exhaling and edging and echoing minds. Flexing and folding and following lines. Grazing and gripping and gritting of jaws. Heaving and holding and heaviness drawn. Inspiring and intoning and intimate wants. Jabbing and jamming and jerking when caught. Keening and kissing and killing so soft. Lapping and lathing and low-timbered coughs. Moving and moaning and marring fair skin. Nipping and nibbling and noises no more trapped within. Owning and op'ning and ord'ring demands. Pushing and pulling and pawing; both hands. Quav'ring and quenching and quickening pace. Riding and roaring and roaming each place. Shackles and shaking and shivering sighs. Teethmarks and tautness and tongue upon thighs. Using and ush'ring and urging release. Vulgar and vexing and violate speech. Wanton and writhing and wriggling beneath. X's from rope ties left at stomach and hips. Yearning and yelping and yielding to wills. Zephyrs bring zeniths, then everything stills.

As systematic as alphabetical means, I'm in the mood for your being from your A's to your Z's.

This.
Really fucking hot. Do it again!
 
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