The Mansion

[dragonrazor]

No. It's s pug puppy.

They're far cuter as puppies then.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

They're far cuter as puppies then.

Oh, I know. My brother use to have one. So damn cute as a puppy then when she was grown, it was like... what happened to the cute factor?

 

[fr33ks33k]

"Sex is not a goddamn performance.

Sex should feel as natural as drinking water.

It should not require confidence.

Sex should happen, because the moment is ripe.

Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils,
ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming.
Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external
nerve, then to theirs, on fire.

You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh.

It’s not about being “good in bed.”

It’s about being happy.

One should never worry if they’re doing it “correctly.” Sex
is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t
want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck.
I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and
whims define that. It’s enough.

What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are
meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you.

Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite
rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our
time. We can do a different one later.

Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be.

I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me.
I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this.

I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want.

It’s originality.

It’s passion.

It’s joy.

Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself
to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences
like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not
wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception.

I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if
you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your
wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and
no wrong way.

“Good in bed,” what.

You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you.

Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel.

This isn’t a test."

I feel like want to record this. Where's it from?

 

[DarkWarrioress]

I feel like want to record this. Where's it from?

I ran across it on a tumblr account.

And I was thinking the same thing.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

 

[DarkWarrioress]

 

[DarkWarrioress]

 

[Nina327]

"Sex is not a goddamn performance.

Sex should feel as natural as drinking water.

It should not require confidence.

Sex should happen, because the moment is ripe.

Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils,
ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming.
Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external
nerve, then to theirs, on fire.

You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh.

It’s not about being “good in bed.”

It’s about being happy.

One should never worry if they’re doing it “correctly.” Sex
is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t
want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck.
I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and
whims define that. It’s enough.

What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are
meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you.

Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite
rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our
time. We can do a different one later.

Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be.

I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me.
I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this.

I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want.

It’s originality.

It’s passion.

It’s joy.

Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself
to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences
like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not
wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception.

I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if
you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your
wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and
no wrong way.

“Good in bed,” what.

You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you.

Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel.

This isn’t a test."

 

[yeishia]

"Sex is not a goddamn performance.

Sex should feel as natural as drinking water.

It should not require confidence.

Sex should happen, because the moment is ripe.

Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils,
ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming.
Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external
nerve, then to theirs, on fire.

You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh.

It’s not about being “good in bed.”

It’s about being happy.

One should never worry if they’re doing it “correctly.” Sex
is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t
want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck.
I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and
whims define that. It’s enough.

What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are
meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you.

Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite
rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our
time. We can do a different one later.

Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be.

I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me.
I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this.

I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want.

It’s originality.

It’s passion.

It’s joy.

Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself
to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences
like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not
wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception.

I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if
you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your
wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and
no wrong way.

“Good in bed,” what.

You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you.

Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel.

This isn’t a test."

It's perfect

 

[dragonrazor]

Oh, I know. My brother use to have one. So damn cute as a puppy then when she was grown, it was like... what happened to the cute factor?

Pit bulls are the same way.

 

[fr33ks33k]

I ran across it on a tumblr account.

And I was thinking the same thing.

By all means then. I'd rather hear you read it.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

By all means then. I'd rather hear you read it.

You go ahead, Sir Dimples. It'll take me forever to get around to doing.

 

[fr33ks33k]

You go ahead, Sir Dimples. It'll take me forever to get around to doing.

I'll just keep pestering you until you have time to do it.

Also, that shower feed you thought you had? Totally swapped for kittens playing with yarn. *chuckle* You should know better than to try and bug a bugger...

 

[palemoon2035]

But what is good? What if you find someone mediocre?

 

[fr33ks33k]

But what is good? What if you find someone mediocre?

If you've found someone good, that question never crosses your mind.

 

[dragonrazor]

If you've found someone good, that question never crosses your mind.

Unless you're more paranoid than I am.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

"Sex is not a goddamn performance.

Sex should feel as natural as drinking water.

It should not require confidence.

Sex should happen, because the moment is ripe.

Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils,
ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming.
Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external
nerve, then to theirs, on fire.

You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh.

It’s not about being “good in bed.”

It’s about being happy.

One should never worry if they’re doing it “correctly.” Sex
is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t
want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck.
I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and
whims define that. It’s enough.

What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are
meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you.

Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite
rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our
time. We can do a different one later.

Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be.

I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me.
I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this.

I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want.

It’s originality.

It’s passion.

It’s joy.

Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself
to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences
like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not
wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception.

I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if
you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your
wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and
no wrong way.

“Good in bed,” what.

You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you.

Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel.

This isn’t a test."

I like this. It is said with much more finesse than I would have managed.

My version: We've just made fabulous love. I am hoarse from the cries, moans, and screams you elicited from me. We're both covered in sexy sweat and panting like dogs. My muscles are still quivering like high tension cable. And you turn to me and ask if it was good for me.







Ya think?

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

I like this. It is said with much more finesse than I would have managed.

My version: We've just made fabulous love. I am hoarse from the cries, moans, and screams you elicited from me. We're both covered in sexy sweat and panting like dogs. My muscles are still quivering like high tension cable. And you turn to me and ask if it was good for me.







Ya think?

Well? Was it?!? Inquiring minds are dying to know!

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Well? Was it?!? Inquiring minds are dying to know!

To quote my niece (In her minnie mouse voice): "I oughta thmack you!"

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

To quote my niece (In her minnie mouse voice): "I oughta thmack you!"

-Nods- You oughta. But then I'll have to up the ante. It kind of gets bad from there on out. A game of who blinks first.

Or maybe I'll just take it and like it.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

-Nods- You oughta. But then I'll have to up the ante. It kind of gets bad from there on out. A game of who blinks first.

Or maybe I'll just take it and like it.

Quit baiting the Elf, Daddy.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

Quit baiting the Elf, Daddy.

but... but.. -sniffles-

Tis elf season. I have my permit!

 

[DarkWarrioress]

but... but.. -sniffles-

Tis elf season. I have my permit!

Read the fine print...

THAT doesn't start until December.

Sheesh... buy them books and all they do is look for pictures, I swear.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

Read the fine print...

THAT doesn't start until December.

Sheesh... buy them books and all they do is look for pictures, I swear.

Pfffft. So? I like the pictures! Nothing wrong with that!

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*Hands him a ' Where's Waldo' book.* Here, this will keep you occupied for a while.