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Oh Bert!

And I had you down as the perfect gentlemen...

Mind you, given the aetherial castle within which this delightful chamber is situated, I should not, I suppose, be shocked.
 
<3

I had to google what bukkake was.

I can't say I'd call that romance. Possibly the utter sexual degradation of a member of the female gender.

But definitely not romance.

goes back to her favourite place, her gentleman's lap

I liked it... We'll save the utter degradation for later, my dear...

-pets his darling and whispers sweet things in her ear-
 
I had to google what bukkake was.

I can't say I'd call that romance. Possibly the utter sexual degradation of a member of the female gender.

But definitely not romance.

goes back to her favourite place, her gentleman's lap

My intent wasn't to offend - when a [female] friend showed it to me I howled with laughter. I was hoping it would get the same reaction here.

I apologise if it's in bad taste - say the word and it's gone.
 
Ah-hah!

My intent wasn't to offend - when a [female] friend showed it to me I howled with laughter I was hoping it would get the same reaction here.

I apologise if it's in bad taste - say the word and it's gone.

Well I think the taste would depend on their diets... perhaps quite salty ;)

-drumroll-
 
My intent wasn't to offend - when a [female] friend showed it to me I howled with laughter I was hoping it would get the same reaction here.

I apologise if it's in bad taste - say the word and it's gone.

No no no, you shouldn't feel uncomfortable to link stuff. We're all adults here.

It's just now I think you're a pervert.
 
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
if you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;

Obvious, I know, but I couldn't resist - the serpent reference seemed particularly apt...
 
<3

No no no, you shouldn't feel uncomfortable to link stuff. We're all adults here.

It's just now I think you're a pervert.

Don't worry Bert... I'm in that boat with you. She relented herself to the fact that I am a pervert long, loooong ago. In other news, baby, I am a funky, spunky junkie for your Love!
 
Don't worry Bert... I'm in that boat with you. She relented herself to the fact that I am a pervert long, loooong ago. In other news, baby, I am a funky, spunky junkie for your Love!


rolls eyes and sighs

I'm such a lucky girl, right...?

And my lovely cultured and polite Des- my name actually comes from The Scottish Play.

"Look like th' innocent flower, but be the serpent under't."

Seemed apt for a website full of deviants.

definitely isn't referring to Boyfriend...
 
No no no, you shouldn't feel uncomfortable to link stuff. We're all adults here.

It's just now I think you're a pervert.

Well - Pretty much everyone's a pervert by somebody's standards. This particular perversion happens not to be one of mine, but if I saw any harm in it I wouldn't have posted the link, so I guess I have to accept guilt by association
 
Well - Pretty much everyone's a pervert by somebody's standards. This particular perversion happens not to be one of mine, but if I saw any harm in it I wouldn't have posted the link, so I guess I have to accept guilt by association



It's okay Bert. I forgive you because I like Lancashire folks.
 
<3

rolls eyes and sighs

I'm such a lucky girl, right...?

And my lovely cultured and polite Des- my name actually comes from The Scottish Play.

"Look like th' innocent flower, but be the serpent under't."

Seemed apt for a website full of deviants.

definitely isn't referring to Boyfriend...

Oh... you most certainly are.

-grins and plays with her hair-
 
Small Dreams of a Scorpion

Has just this second popped through my door :D :heart: :D :heart: :D


Spring Song, March 18th 1972

Spring came haunting my garden today -
A song of cold flowers was on the grass.
Tho' I could not see it
I knew the air was coloured
And new songs were
in the old black bird's throat.
The ground trembled at the thought
of what was to come!
It was not my garden today
it belonged to itself.
At the dawn smell of it -
my children fled the house
And went living in that primitive dimension
that only they and gardens understand
My dog too lost his mind
And ran in circle after canine circle
Trying to catch himself -
And do you know what? He did!
It was that kind of a day.


Written in China to
avoid Income Tax
 
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Spike Milligan is really good. I thought I recognized the reference

I'm so sorry - I had no idea we were playing the understatement game

I'll see your Spike Milligan is really good and raise you:

The surface of the Sun is rather warm....

:D

I lost my copy of this going on 30 years ago - I never thought I'd see another.

Today is a good day

Also Des' deserves a mention, because while I just wallowed in the assumption that it was out of print and unobtainable, he went and looked for it on Amazon.

Fuck I'm happy. :)
 
No problem, Bert. I'm just here to try to make people happy.

Like a Vietnamese prostitute. But for books.
 
I'm so sorry - I had no idea we were playing the understatement game

I'll see your Spike Milligan is really good and raise you:

The surface of the Sun is rather warm....

:D

I lost my copy of this going on 30 years ago - I never thought I'd see another.

Today is a good day

Also Des' deserves a mention, because while I just wallowed in the assumption that it was out of print and unobtainable, he went and looked for it on Amazon.

Fuck I'm happy. :)

Well I was trying to keep my bro-mantic feelings for his hilarious work from causing Miss Serpentine to want to bash her head in. But since we started it fine... I just finished a debate with her not too long ago about him so she's a bit cross on the subject thanks to me.

No problem, Bert. I'm just here to try to make people happy.

Like a Vietnamese prostitute. But for books.

Me love you long time. Five dolla, suckey suckey?
 
rolls eyes and sighs

I'm such a lucky girl, right...?

And my lovely cultured and polite Des- my name actually comes from The Scottish Play.

"Look like th' innocent flower, but be the serpent under't."

Seemed apt for a website full of deviants.

definitely isn't referring to Boyfriend...

I like this idea - maybe we should all come up with a Shakesperean quotation to summarise us.

I think mine would be:

'I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself king of infinite space.'
 
I like this idea - maybe we should all come up with a Shakesperean quotation to summarise us.

I think mine would be:

'I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself king of infinite space.'

I would love to come up with something like that, but I'm pretty sure Shakespeare and computers don't mingle well. So I'll save myself from the inevitable failure that would follow, should I try...

-giggles to himself as he tries to slip his hand up Miss Serpentine's skirt while she sits on his lap-
 
You know I'm reading this with a lump in my throat.

It's like having a day of my childhood handed back to me.
 
You know I'm reading this with a lump in my throat.

It's like having a day of my childhood handed back to me.

I love when books make me feel that way. I have a book of fables that I recently got back after about 15 years and I read one story and cried, I got so nostalgic.

There's just no substitute for the written word.
 
I am myself indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me. I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven?
 
Now the Catholics would say that you are being too hard on yourself with that quotation, Bert: what you write describes us all, if we are honest, since all are fallen from innocence and grace, born into sin, and deserving of death.

Or as the immortal Oscar put it:

'We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.'
 
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