Isolated BDSM Blurts: Facehugger Fetish

[IrisAlthea]

Collegue after meeting: Your articulation was becoming so clear and distinct, I was afraid you were considering ripping their head off.

I was, but decided it might prolong the whole affair even more.

 

[BiBunny]

I'm a needy kitten today. I miss and need my Daddy. I would text him and whine about it, but he's almost certainly asleep, and I'd hate to wake him up.

 

[BiBunny]

I'm a needy kitten today. I miss and need my Daddy. I would text him and whine about it, but he's almost certainly asleep, and I'd hate to wake him up.

So I sort of want to start a Bunny thread, where I can say stuff like this and not feel like I'm clogging up someone else's thread. I'd also like to start a thread for littles and maybe for those who have questions for us, but that already exists in the PG, and I don't know that there a ton of us who frequent the BDSM section. Or maybe some other language threads, besides the German one? Or maybe a hybrid thread?

Ugh, all of this sounds like a bid for attention, but I assure you, it's only *partially* that. What to do, what to do?

 

[IrisAlthea]

So I sort of want to start a Bunny thread, where I can say stuff like this and not feel like I'm clogging up someone else's thread. I'd also like to start a thread for littles and maybe for those who have questions for us, but that already exists in the PG, and I don't know that there a ton of us who frequent the BDSM section. Or maybe some other language threads, besides the German one? Or maybe a hybrid thread?

Ugh, all of this sounds like a bid for attention, but I assure you, it's only *partially* that. What to do, what to do?

In my not so humble opinion, threads belong to everyone - especially the blurty ones like this and What made you smile/pissed you off.
I also think that without that partial bid for attention, we’d all sit around and mumble to ourselves in the dark instead of posting here or having conversations with others anywhere for that matter.

I think all your suggestions for threads sound fine.

ETA: The fact that the same themes tend to show up in different fora, is more about the different tone they tend to have and who frequents them, I think.
Otherwise there wouldn’t be much need for Café’s as all that gets posted there would belong on the GB.

 

[MeekMe]

I want to say things and I don’t want to. Twin Peaks music is sexy. Too sexy.

 

[Tallcajun]

I want to say things and I don’t want to. Twin Peaks music is sexy. Too sexy.

This is the place to speak your heart, Meek.
No judgements.

 

[y=mx+b]

I want to control you
And tell you that you belong to me
That you will serve me
That there is only me

No one else

Not when you are with me

I look forward to choking you
To feeling your body go limp
To see your eyes open
Feeling me inside of you
Then choking you again
And fucking your limp body until I cum

Cumming deep inside of your dead-to-the-world silent subspace.

Writing that made me hard

Just a little hard
But the continued thoughts I'm having
About you
Right now
In real time
That I cannot write fast enough to get out for you to read
Is making me all the harder

I bet your mouth feels good
I bet my cum inside of it mixed with your spit
Has a certain taste to it that would make me want to fuck you again
All the harder

We could hook up
I know you know some places

Somewhere
Where there are large rocks
Sharp edges I could push your face against
To cut your cheek open
While my dick rips into your asshole
My balls slapping your wet pussy

Twisting your arm hard and up the center of your back
The delicate rotator cuff of your shoulder tearing
Muscle and tendons burning in unison with the ripping sphincter of your asshole

So much of your body
Being ruined
By me
By my weight and strength
While my words strike fear into your emotions

Insults
Threats
Promises

All things you know I will deliver
And make good

All things you know you can count on

 

[y=mx+b]

I'm horny
A smokey sultry kind of horny

A take-your-time kind of horny

A thoughtfully loving kind of horny
Where my eyes close
And my mind takes me back
To laying next to her naked body this morning

She wasn't fully naked
She was naked under her night shirt
And to me
That's sometimes more naked
--than being naked

I love it
I love how
When I touch her
I imagine my hand as my face
Where my fingers
Are my lips
Skimming along the back of her bare thighs
Then between
--just slightly

Then along the crack of her ass

Not prodding
Not poking
Not spreading

Just skimming along
Kissing
And memorizing
--and remembering

I love laying there
Knowing her smell
--and how she tastes
By my touch

I love how the such
--drives my want

And fires up my desire
--to feel her wet

And how I hold back
Her knowing no different
Than what she feels in her sleep

I love laying there next to her
But floating above her
Like a Spectre

With her there
But yet...
...still out of reach.

 

[twister947]

The pope has been hospitalized. The headline read that he had rested overnight. In what universe do patients get any rest overnight?

 

[DeepGreenEyes]

Powerexify can treat mild-to-moderate Domminess. Ask your doctor.

 

[y=mx+b]

I licked her asshole last night

Im not really awake enough to write fully about it
But I'm here sitting at the computer drinking coffee
And I got to thinking how
After all this time
All these years that have passed

I still want
And like
Licking her asshole

I love feeling myself get hard as I do
I love how excited I get at the fact

My dick swelling
Making my face want to burrow in all the more
Making my dick swell even more
Making me drive forward all the more

All until I have this massive throbbing hardon
That hurts with the need to fuck




...and then my dumbass wakes up in the morning
gets to writing about it
making me want to fuck all over again

But she's gone
And left for work
Being all responsible
Looking all responsible

A person wouldn't think looking at her
Talking with her
Being cared for and educated by her

That she had a night of having her asshole licked
A hitachi between her legs
My dick up in her body
My elbows digging into her sides
Bracing her bent over
While we fucked like dogs
Until we came.

 

[y=mx+b]

I need to find a woman that will let me do things to her

Simple things
...at first.

Like taking her into the woods
Blindfolded

Thrown naked
In the trunk of my car

Once out
And on location
Hands bound behind her back

Legs duct taped together above the knee
So that she could still walk

She'd be barefoot
There'd be sticks and rocks and thistles for her to walk on

I'd encourage her to continue on
Telling her she's doing good
Telling her how beautiful she looks
Telling her how proud I am of her and what an accomplished woman she was

And if she stopped
A swift switch across the back of her thighs.



I of course wouldn't be doing this for me.

It would be for her
And her want of fear and pain and spatial disorientation

It would be so fun to strip her down
To a point to where she was within herself
And I was just a vehicle to get her there.

 

[y=mx+b]

I really hate laying in bed and thinking of crazy shit I could write about only to have it all evaporate by the time I get dressed.

I know I know... keep the phone or writing journal next to the bed. The problem with that is, then nothing will happen. Nothing but blank thoughts. Shit like that scares the muse away. She's all like "oh... big boy that fancies himself creative wants to write or something? Yeah.... no. I gotta run to KFC for some fucking extra crispy chicken and bucket of mashed potatoes heavy on the gravy. Don't know when I'll be back. Here's a little something to get you to want to masturbate but not enough to write about tho."

 

[IrisAlthea]

I really hate laying in bed and thinking of crazy shit I could write about only to have it all evaporate by the time I get dressed.

I know I know... keep the phone or writing journal next to the bed. The problem with that is, then nothing will happen. Nothing but blank thoughts. Shit like that scares the muse away. She's all like "oh... big boy that fancies himself creative wants to write or something? Yeah.... no. I gotta run to KFC for some fucking extra crispy chicken and bucket of mashed potatoes heavy on the gravy. Don't know when I'll be back. Here's a little something to get you to want to masturbate but not enough to write about tho."

Mhm, it’s like the mind is threading water and all sorts of stuff floats up to the top. When you try to reach for it though, it goes under again.

 

[y=mx+b]

Mhm, it’s like the mind is threading water and all sorts of stuff floats up to the top. When you try to reach for it though, it goes under again.

exactly.

in other news... although I love my cats, everytime I scoop out their cat boxes I think.... "These fucking piece of shit motherfuckers..."

 

[seela]

Yup, it’s confirmed, once again, that I’m way too stuck up and unwhimsical. My eye rolling is eternal.

 

[IrisAlthea]

Yup, it’s confirmed, once again, that I’m way too stuck up and unwhimsical. My eye rolling is eternal.

Huh?
Rolling eyes at the idea of seela being stuck up or unwhimsical.

And what I came to blurt:
I feel the need to have a bit of a meltdown over parenting but that would be inconvenient and counter productive so I’ll just go with stiff upper lip and eyerolling.

 

[seela]

Huh?
Rolling eyes at the idea of seela being stuck up or unwhimsical.

Well yes, I do take pictures of Lilla Gubben when ever I meet one. That’s very whimsical.

And what I came to blurt:
I feel the need to have a bit of a meltdown over parenting but that would be inconvenient and counter productive so I’ll just go with stiff upper lip and eyerolling.

A good eye roll can get you through many a difficult moment, I’ve learned.


Note to self: moisturizing legs right before putting on black pantyhose is not the greatest idea.

 

[IrisAlthea]

Well yes, I do take pictures of Lilla Gubben when ever I meet one. That’s very whimsical.

Youngest Miss Althea was enchanted and while it could have compromised his placement in the witness protection program, his secret is safe with us.

 

[y=mx+b]

There's a coffee shop on Brady Street.
I took it for granted.

Actually. No I didn't.

Nevertheless... I am no longer near it as I once was.
And so I guess I feel like I took it for granted
In my desire to walk on over
On this nice day
And enjoy a nice cup of coffee there.

I worry about it's future

The whole street is turning into corporate owned franchise bars
Meant to look as though they fit in with the city... the community.

And someday
To all the new kids that move in with them
They will

But to those who were there
Long before


They never will.





And that's what I love about living life
The longer you live it
The more death of the old you get to experience watching

And the new...
They don't get it
And it is in there right to feel as though they never will
And be as dismissive as they are of the old and nostalgic
To carve out a room to exist for themselves

And it is right and fair






Because their own day
Of personal obsolescence
Is coming.

 

[y=mx+b]

I wish I knew how to go about experiencing again
The feelings I felt
During the experiences I remember.

Memory only gets you so far

And I confess
At times I wish I could forget altogether

And just move on
To the next best thing.

 

[BiBunny]

The company I work for has a number of different sites dedicated to various fantasies and fetishes. When you first start working there, they have you put profiles up on the 10 or 11 most popular sites. Then, as time goes on, you can have yourself added to the others of your choice. I've put myself up on most of the ones I want to be on already, but there are a few more I'm trying to get myself up on--the more general sites, rather than the ones devoted to the fetishes I enjoy (because I'm already on those).

But the one thing I hate is that in addition to writing a bio for your profile, you also have to record a voice sample, and I would rather have a root canal with no meds than to do that. I don't know why I hate making recordings so much, but I do. So I'm writing these bios and dreading making three or four damned 30-second voice clips, lol.

 

[y=mx+b]

There were many things she liked about anal
First was the sense she felt of being dominated
It was an easy fix whenever she found herself with a man that struggled to exert himself to the degree she wanted

She also liked how they reacted whenever she floated the idea of wanting them to fuck her in the ass. Granted, some were not down and ultimately weeded themselves out of her rotation. But most... most couldn't believe their luck.

It was all the more enjoyable in that it gave her the opportunity to pretend it was her first time. Or at the very most... she'd say how she's done it once or twice before but it had never worked out.

There was always something about it that brought out the primal in the softest of men.

 

[seela]

Snot. Snot everywhere. At least the fever’s down now.

 

[IrisAlthea]

Snot. Snot everywhere. At least the fever’s down now.

Ugh, I’m sorry!
Now I feel bad for dragging you endlessly through the streets of our version of windy city.