The Bitter Pill

[SoulWeaver]

hmmm, some nice pictures you got there!!

Awww I can be soft and snaggly to you know

*Thinks about that for a second* Honest I can . . . well sort of, a little anyway. Would Mz Sally prefer, roses, bunnies or kittens perhaps?

 

[Hikari]

hmmm, some nice pictures you got there!!

I agree! You have quite a collection sir..

 

[sallythescorpian]

Awww I can be soft and snaggly to you know

*Thinks about that for a second* Honest I can . . . well sort of, a little anyway. Would Mz Sally prefer, roses, bunnies or kittens perhaps?

Um... no, to be honest! I'm just not a flowers and cuddly things kind of girl!

 

[SoulWeaver]

I agree! You have quite a collection sir..

Ty I really am behaving with them so far though ......

 

[SoulWeaver]

Um... no, to be honest! I'm just not a flowers and cuddly things kind of girl!

And I've just scoured my collection to find a picture of flowers for you ... wanna still see it?

 

[sallythescorpian]

Oh go on so!! I'm persuaded!

Aha, is that your bar man I see. I'll balance up Hikaris White Russian, by having a Black Russian. It being Friday night, maybe a cocktail might be permissible????

 

[SoulWeaver]

Oh go on so!! I'm persuaded!

Aha, is that your bar man I see. I'll balance up Hikaris White Russian, by having a Black Russian. It being Friday night, maybe a cocktail might be permissible????

Whatever your particular ..... poison .... I'm sure Grady can supply it


Flowers for Sally ........

 

[sallythescorpian]

Whatever your particular ..... poison .... I'm sure Grady can supply it


Flowers for Sally ........

LMAO

My kind of flowers!!

Thanks!!

*takes the Black Russian from Grady, and takes a nice long drink of it!*

I really like your graphic art.... even though a lot of it is being temperamental at the moment and wont open for me

 

[SoulWeaver]

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I really like your graphic art.... even though a lot of it is being temperamental at the moment and wont open for me

Yeah that does suck, soweeeeeee It happens with all the "free" hosting sites at times depending on load, whether they're doing any file maintenance often effects it too. I had found one that seemed pretty stable but even it seems to be having a bad day today .....

 

[SoulWeaver]

Scribblings for fun ........

Dirty and quick


He groans as she rubs up against him. Her soft skin teasing, touching, pressing. Her nipples are like hard points. They're hot and as she grinds them into his back, his cock bounces and throbs. It's already leaking and her touch is making it ache with need, the need to bury itself into her. To rut her, make her gasp and moan.

Her hands reach around, searching out his hardness. Finding, her fingers closing around and stroking it. He can't help it but he moves his hips, slowing fucking her tightly wrapped hand. “Oh Christ . . .” he pulls away and turns around. His eyes meeting hers. Cheekily she grins, batting her lashes in the way she knows he loves. Grinning back, he quickly pushes her up against the wall, a grunt of surprise coming from her. His hands holding hers down by her sides, his lips hard against hers, his cock hard against her mound.

She wriggles, squirms in just the way he likes. A sensuous movement designed to mash her nipples into his chest and her sex against his shaft. Pulling back a little he gasps air, rotating his hips until his cock slips between her lips, twisting, finding the opening. In one hard push, he’s up and inside her. Her hot cunt opening like a flower, gripping him tightly in its sheath of tight hot flesh. Pushing harder, he lifts her up with each thrust, and impaled on his hard cock she melts, unable to control her cries of want and need.

He can’t slow down now, he just needs her. His eyes tightly closed, all he can think about is his cock in her cunt, his weight slamming her into the wall as her fucks her like an animal. "God yes," she grabs at him, trying to hold him as she begins to feel her cum building up. But he’s close, so close too. As she starts to sob, he gives her one last big thrust, burying his cock in her up to the root.

He stands there with her on his cock, eyes closed and gasping as his cum wells up, flooding, pulsing into her. Her searing wet heat surrounds his cock and she buries herself into his neck, shaking with deep breaths, hot whispers, full of his name, lust and love . . . . . .





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[SoulWeaver]

Thought for the day

Thought for the day ......... there's a program on Sky, a documentary called the Heir Hunters. There's not much I can't watch or have on in the background, but this has me defeated. I don't understand it. Really I don't. It's like watching people selling insurance, it's that riveting, or maybe people reading in a library, yeah, book me up for that when it comes out. I mean really, you get to see "investigators" driving in their cars, talking on cell-phones, occasionally working at the PC. It's .... so awesome I'm thinking of recording it to use instead of excessive alcohol as a sleeping drug.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Dirty and quick


He groans as she rubs up against him. Her soft skin teasing, touching, pressing. Her nipples are like hard points. They're hot and as she grinds them into his back, his cock bounces and throbs. It's already leaking and her touch is making it ache with need, the need to bury itself into her. To rut her, make her gasp and moan.

Her hands reach around, searching out his hardness. Finding, her fingers closing around and stroking it. He can't help it but he moves his hips, slowing fucking her tightly wrapped hand. “Oh Christ . . .” he pulls away and turns around. His eyes meeting hers. Cheekily she grins, batting her lashes in the way she knows he loves. Grinning back, he quickly pushes her up against the wall, a grunt of surprise coming from her. His hands holding hers down by her sides, his lips hard against hers, his cock hard against her mound.

She wriggles, squirms in just the way he likes. A sensuous movement designed to mash her nipples into his chest and her sex against his shaft. Pulling back a little he gasps air, rotating his hips until his cock slips between her lips, twisting, finding the opening. In one hard push, he’s up and inside her. Her hot cunt opening like a flower, gripping him tightly in its sheath of tight hot flesh. Pushing harder, he lifts her up with each thrust, and impaled on his hard cock she melts, unable to control her cries of want and need.

He can’t slow down now, he just needs her. His eyes tightly closed, all he can think about is his cock in her cunt, his weight slamming her into the wall as her fucks her like an animal. "God yes," she grabs at him, trying to hold him as she begins to feel her cum building up. But he’s close, so close too. As she starts to sob, he gives her one last big thrust, burying his cock in her up to the root.

He stands there with her on his cock, eyes closed and gasping as his cum wells up, flooding, pulsing into her. Her searing wet heat surrounds his cock and she buries herself into his neck, shaking with deep breaths, hot whispers, full of his name, lust and love . . . . . .





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MMMMMMmmm H..H...Hot!!

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Damn Soulweaver, that 'Quick and Dirty' got me going!

Whew! *fans self repeatedly*

I might just need to go 'double click the ol' mouse' for a while.

 

[SoulWeaver]

Damn Soulweaver, that 'Quick and Dirty' got me going!

Whew! *fans self repeatedly*

I might just need to go 'double click the ol' mouse' for a while.

Ahhhh I suspect it's partially the dark and seedy decor .... and the way when you glance at the large mirrors they seem to relfect back your thoughts.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Well, maybe. I admit they are some very naughty thoughts now.

But in truth, I think its the vivid tableau you paint with your word brush.

 

[SoulWeaver]

Steampunk Girls

The wonder of Victorian Scifi. Soft frills and deadly lips ......

 

[SoulWeaver]

Steampunk Girls2

 

[SoulWeaver]

Bad Girls2

 

[SoulWeaver]

The Bitter Pill Theme Song

Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul and faith
And I was 'round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game

I stuck around St. Petersberg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the Czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain

I rode a tank
Held a general's rank
When the Blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
What's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah

I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the Gods they made

I shouted out
"Who killed the Kennedys?"
When after all
It was you and me

Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadors
Who get killed before they reached Bombay

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game

Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint

So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um baby, get down

Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!

Tell me baby, what's my name
Tell me honey, baby guess my name
Tell me baby, what's my name
I tell you one time, you're to blame

What's my name
Tell me, baby, what's my name
Tell me, sweetie, what's my name
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[SoulWeaver]

Scribblings for fun ......

Leather and Lace


Frills to lift, lace to hint,
Lips moist and parted,

Hard unyielding, buckle and strap,
Eyes darkly watching,

Innocent white or dusky deep red,
Soft caresses of promise,

Taut and biting, still tighter please,
Pleading looks in silence,

Soft lilting sighs, ragged gasps of yes
Entwined kisses of after,

A shuddering thrust, an echoing slap
Wet releases denied,

Bound in leather or lace,
A mistress or tease,
A woman and lover
Or both if she’s pleased​

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[NessaCary]

Skates in smoothly, opening a leg and spinning to a stop between Hikari an Sally at the bar. I smirk, giggling softly and resting my elbows on the bar. Surely a place like this doesn't card...

Captain and coke please?

 

[SoulWeaver]

Skates in smoothly, opening a leg and spinning to a stop between Hikari an Sally at the bar. I smirk, giggling softly and resting my elbows on the bar. Surely a place like this doesn't card...
Captain and coke please?

He watches from a dark corner as a tall glass appears in front of the the girl, dark and spicy, tailored to match her, as all vices here are, a perfect fit for their unknowing hosts. Oh no, no card, he thinks .... but all sins will be collected .... in time.

 

[SoulWeaver]

Pinups

Petty, Vargas, Elvgren, and more. Timeless style, mystery and seduction . . .

 

[SoulWeaver]

Scribblings for fun .........

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The Witcher


I sat quietly, unmoving, casually watching her. She made a point of not meeting my eye while she fussed around, making herself croissants and coffee. The aromas of both matched her mind perfectly, buttery, sweet, with a hint of lingering aftertaste.

Finsihed, she went to go out to the atrium as she often did, to eat breakfast and bask in the early morning sun. I waved at her and she stopped. “Sit there please,” I slid a chair back into the middle of the kitchen with my foot, it’s scraping sound a jarring echo and dragging her eyes to mine. She stared, trying to hide the emotions playing across her face. She shrugged her shoulders, almost imperceptibly, but enough to make her feel like she had a choice. Slipping back, she tryed to look calm and collected, but we both knew she was in trouble. “Nuh ahhh,’ I stopped her just as she was about to sit, “No clothes.”

Her face flushed hot and she looked away. Nice. I hadn’t thought she would embarrass so easy, it wasn’t like her, but then neither was her recent behaviour and I’d finally had enough. I could positively hear her mind ticking over. The obvious stuff was easy, she was considering telling me to get fucked. But there was more to it than that, she wasn’t big on impulsive behaviour, almost everything she did was thought through beforehand and angled towards getting the result, emotion or experience she required. She’d been edgy for weeks. Planning something, and probably more. What made it sharper for both of us, was that she knew that I recognised it, and had avoided the topic completely. It wasn’t the first time we’d played this little game.

With exaggerated calm, she soundlessly set down her cup and plate. Without looking at me, she wriggled out of her jeans revealing a sheer pink thong, clinging to her mound like a second skin. She lifted her cashmere top up over her head, wiggling it off with a little extra movement before letting it drop with a soft swish to the floor. Her bra matched, its sheer material unable to hide her puckered and hardened nipples.

Still she didn’t look up. Whatever she was thinking I couldn’t read it, and fuck that was driving me nuts. And she knew it. I was barely in control, thoughts whirling, my body aching with sexual tension. Whatever her game was, it was going to explode soon. I licked my lips. Slowly her hazel eyes rolled up and fixed mine with a deep stare.

“The rest.” Simple. It had to be, and I barely got that out without my voice catching . . .


part 1 .......

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[SoulWeaver]

Urban Dictionary

URBAN DICTIONARY Definition of the Day


4chan

An image board in which jaded and cynical internet users compete to see who can be the biggest asshole.

Imagery on 4chan ranges from funny and clever, to "shocking" gore and morbid type imagery, to paedophile humour and other inanely retarted crap.

4chan users have invented their own language in an attempt to create a psuedo-culture, much in the same vein as the emo, and the lolcats people. You will typically see words like "Moar" and "newfag" plastered across the boards. Whilst those of us looking objectively at 4chan might think "Stop slaughtering the English language you illiterate fuckhole", such words are apparently used to communicate within this E-community.

Many users of 4chan are passionately defensive about the website, and often praise it as a tight knit global community and place for people to communicate whatever they want, uncensored. Others see it as a chaotic cesspit where people with no personality or ideals can vent uncreative cynicism and pretend they're clever.


Typical thread in 4chan:
User 1 posts a gif of a petite Asian girl smothering fecal matter all over her face.
User 2 responds with "Sauce"
User 3 responds with "Moar"
User 4 responds with "fap fap fap"
User 5 responds with "This is the first time i've been to this website... haha you douchebags are fucking lame as hell.
User 6 responds with "must be newfag"

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