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Farawyn
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A fucking machine.
Something relentless, and unforgiving.
I read “fucking” originally as an adverb and not a verb.
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A fucking machine.
Something relentless, and unforgiving.
I want to take turns watching each other masturbate.
Not from across the room, but from right up close. With lots of eye contact. Naked fapper, clothed observer. Whispered encouragement, maybe some kissing. Maybe record it, maybe not.
“Naked fapper.” A new name for a postmodern prog-rock group.
I'm honored!
Instead of backup singers they would have...
Yesterday he pulled me into the bathroom in a restaurant, pushed me against the wall, kissed me hard and fingered me until I came.
Took all of 2 minutes? It was unexpected and really hot.
I was good to go.
Walked around dripping after that, seeing people I knew, in a public place.
That. ^ I’d like to do more of that.
Yesterday he pulled me into the bathroom in a restaurant, pushed me against the wall, kissed me hard and fingered me until I came.
Took all of 2 minutes? It was unexpected and really hot.
I was good to go.
Walked around dripping after that, seeing people I knew, in a public place.
That. ^ I’d like to do more of that.
Just before reading this I was thinking that what I’ve missed for a long time is pushing a lover up against a wall and fingering her forcefully to a crashing climax... such a wonderful pleasure. Seems it’s good on the receiving end too!
Yesterday he pulled me into the bathroom in a restaurant, pushed me against the wall, kissed me hard and fingered me until I came.
Took all of 2 minutes? It was unexpected and really hot.
I was good to go.
Walked around dripping after that, seeing people I knew, in a public place.
That. ^ I’d like to do more of that.
A fucking machine.
Something relentless, and unforgiving.
I want a girl let me cum on her face.
I want to take turns watching each other masturbate.
Not from across the room, but from right up close. With lots of eye contact. Naked fapper, clothed observer. Whispered encouragement, maybe some kissing. Maybe record it, maybe not.
Lately, I’ve been intrigued by the idea of phone sex. I always associated it with those cheesy late-night 80s ads, but it’s not the 80s anymore.
Might be something I should get into.
Naked Fapper and the Rhythm Method was a great band. I saw them play the Palladium back in '78. Incredible sound.
Hey, me too but my boyfriend pulled out before the first encore.
I used to be a phone sex operator. It's very cheesy. I was ok with that at 1.99 a minute.
Are you talking about something like lava life? Remember that?? I don't think it was a pay phone thing.
Yeah, no. I think I associate phone sex with the paid kind, which is the issue. The problem is that I'd be curious how it feels as a more spontaneous thing, more like chatting. I'm sure it kicks ass as a mutual thing.
Though I'll bet you were a great phonesex operator. Can you even put that on a subsequent resume?
Okay. Back to rehearsals for Naked Fapper and the Rhythm Method. I play bass, so I guess we all know I'm not the Naked Fapper.
Naked Fapper and the Rhythm Method was a great band. I saw them play the Palladium back in '78. Incredible sound.
Yeah, no. I think I associate phone sex with the paid kind, which is the issue. The problem is that I'd be curious how it feels as a more spontaneous thing, more like chatting. I'm sure it kicks ass as a mutual thing.
Though I'll bet you were a great phonesex operator. Can you even put that on a subsequent resume?
Okay. Back to rehearsals for Naked Fapper and the Rhythm Method. I play bass, so I guess we all know I'm not the Naked Fapper.
She was a good phone sex operator. Please don’t ask me how I know.
Mutual phone sex that just kind of comes out of chatting is very hot. If that’s what you’re getting at.
I feel like there’s only so far you can go with words on a page. Some can go way farther than others. The written word can move you, make you laugh, sad, feel and cum, but it’s sometimes hard to covey emotion through words.
Sometimes you gotta hear it. Someone laughing at your stupid jokes or both talking at the same time trying to get the words out... a smile in someone’s voice.
Then a sigh. A small gasp. Heavy silence. A shifting of the bed underneath, and you know they are touching. So, you ask. Or he does... are you touching right now? And you can’t pause, like you do in text, and you can’t make it up, because he hears your feels, your emotion. And he knows you’re going to cum.
By “you” I mean “me”... but is this what you mean, JJ?
Damn.
So yes. I'm definitely going to have to try it sometime.
I've ALWAYS just been a written-word sort of guy. But I think I was right to be curious.
Thanks!
And then, of course, the phone isn’t enough, either.
Once you meet someone and have them, the phone is hard to do. Because now you know what you’re missing.