The Lechery Thread

rosco rathbone said:
I can just see you buying sandals with 6 inch fuck me stack soles and ancient grecian ankle lacings....and maybe a "Ricans Do It With Chupacabra" baby tee....

I am getting hip to the Bronx.

LOL, almost but not quite.

I have last years 2 dollar chinese net shoes in gold with gold sequins. I don't think that counts though.

Now I'm actually homesick for the 1 train.
 
rosco rathbone said:
I don't even know if these Bronx chicks are into that shit. Probably hasn't really percolated down to the lower classes yet-no need for it. Sex still raw and real up here in the Bronx. Mami is mami and Papi is papi.



BDSM is universal bro, believe me.
 
Netzach said:
LOL, almost but not quite.

I have last years 2 dollar chinese net shoes in gold with gold sequins. I don't think that counts though.

Now I'm actually homesick for the 1 train.

Haha, I was just sitting on the 4train across from a black girl who had those, with toerings ON EVERY TOE.

Remind me to tell the tale of the 200 year old shapeshifting conjure woman I saw on the 4; who was given away by the age of her feet and hands. I need to carry my mojo sack full time in the Bronx. They don't fuck around up there.
 
rosco rathbone said:
Haha, I was just sitting on the 4train across from a black girl who had those, with toerings ON EVERY TOE.

Remind me to tell the tale of the 200 year old shapeshifting conjure woman I saw on the 4; who was given away by the age of her feet and hands. I need to carry my mojo sack full time in the Bronx. They don't fuck around up there.

Yes you do.

People think I'm rude because I'm not nice to strangers and I keep a psychic locked door, they don't understand.
 
To pull it back to topic, though, I have to agree, those are the most fabulous, prodigious, jiggly asses in all the land. I have secretly and covertly perved on many an ass on the 1 train, and simply goggled at some. The irony of thse tiny little Japanese-made subway seats trying to accomodate glorious Dominican asses is a joy to behold sometimes. I'm torn between ass-envy and just ass enjoyment.
 
Thanks Roscoe

:rolleyes:

You ruined my yoga class today. I spent the ENTIRE damn class leching on the girl in front of me. She has this great posture, and an obvious yoga/pilates toned body. I spent an hour looking at her downward facing dog, and thinking "Damn, I wish he were here."


*laughs, because I am finally home from it, and can*

Have a great night

D
 
Lechery most foul

In my spare time, I tutor illiterate adults. My righteous benefactor buzz was recently wrecked by the arrival in my class (of 2nd grade level readers) of a beautiful Ghanaian woman with an afro-french accent that makes my ball hairs stand on end.

I don't want to perve on my students. As I see it, I am in loco parentis. This is the time of the week reserved for balanceing my karma and getting my kicks strictly above the waistline, Sunshine.

I threw myself into my work: "AND". (*purring voice*)"uhhhh...ehhhhhnnnnnn"

Each student was required to go before the board and write some simple sentence. Her ass cheeks resembled two half-volleyballs side by side in tight designer dungarees. Before I could restrain my imagination, I'd already had a vision of her with pants around knees, long delicate fingers splayed against a wall, my strong right arm making her ass-flesh dance to the merry melody of the cracking strap.
 
Whatever happened to send this thread into oblivion?!!...sweep out the dust, pull down the cobwebs, sit back and enjoy.:)

Catalina:catroar:
 
I've been leching like a champ. My new thing is photographing women unawares. I call it "seeing with the eye of rape".
 
Her long, straight blonde hair swept slowly across my face as she massaged my scalp. With each stroke of her fingers, her hair washed over my skin in a peaceful, seductive rhythm. As I relaxed, I began to imagine her (or someone like her but perhaps a few legal years older) under direction to "wash" my body with the tips of her hair as I reclined with a glass of wine, all to the soundtrack of slow jazz. Slowly her need to be taken would infect her breathing and she would start to feel each swish of her hair across my chest as a finger gliding across the outer membrane of her dampness. Tantalizing me, she would drive herself into a state of frenzied want and then....only then would it be time to put her on the couch and slowly, very slowly begin to work her body to make my symphony.

There's a very good reason why I get my hair cut at a salon that employs a succession of nubile assistants. :D
 
A moment in outer-boro lechery

A rude noise arises outside my windowpane.

I lean out to see a band of rican teens assembling before going to the discoteque at the end of my block-about 6 or 8 girls dressed in halter tops, gold sparkle heels and short shorts, as if I'd fallen into a time warp back to 1980.

The guys, unfortunately, lacked style.

The girls move off en masse down the block with hoity-toity noses in the air...as if they didn't look like whores! The guys, standing in a close packed mass, let out a breath of air as one man. It sounded like a horny hippo being punched in the guts.

At this precise moment I chose to bust loose with a flashbulb digital photograph of the receding asses from my window; leaning out to the waist trying to dial them in. It was no go-I had the settings wrong. However, the flash caught the attention of the morons below. The following discussion ensued:

Yo! Yo! Yo! Fuck is you doin, nigga???

I'm trying to take a picture of those girls.

Fuck! Whaaaaaaaaa????? (odd rising soprano inflection) *staggers sideways, drunk, giggling* You can't be doin that, son!

Oh, sorry, man. I didn't mean to disrespect your girlfriend's ass. I'll just delete this picture right away.

I closed my window, snickering.
 
I found on Craigslist a while back, a fascinating personal ad by a woman claiming to be a beautiful yoga adept and "acolyte of Kali" who sought intercourse with a beastly, ugly man in order to disorient and derange her preconcieved notions.
*Snip*

From what I've heard in the sewing circle, you are far from beastly or ugly.
 
From what I've heard in the sewing circle, you are far from beastly or ugly.

It wasn't that I saw myself in the role of beast to her beauty. I was fascinated to see a woman whose kink (black philanthropy) synced up with mine.

I am the type who pervs, for instance, on the idea of making his girl work as a sex surrogate, servicing the disabled.
 
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