My dream on Thoughts
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Hecate
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Re: Re: My dream on Thoughts
*chuckles* well ... mail it my way
... that would scare another someone who isn't really feeling in tune with that chastity idea at all yet to death *grinning evilly*
... this was about dreams right?
Shadowsdream said:
*chuckles* well ... mail it my way
... that would scare another someone who isn't really feeling in tune with that chastity idea at all yet to death *grinning evilly*
... this was about dreams right?
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Ebonyfire said:
I have a warm fuzzy feeling knowing that someone is thinking about my anal health. LOL. Just teasing ya.
PBW "Does an enema take away your anal virginity?"
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P. B. Walker said:
I think it would if Ebony did the honors.
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Ebonyfire said:
Ya'll say that like it's a bad thing to be an anal virgin... LOL
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P. B. Walker said:
You know, I think you are hanging onto that anal virginity a little too tightly. Think about it.....Eb is a Domme who knows what she is doing. Might even make it a pleasant experience for ya - if ya ask nice.
Besides, aren't all pervs into pleasure?
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You are right chele
I think PBW doth protest too much.
It is a crime to have such a fine ass and in the same breath call it virgin! Oh the humanity!!!!
Eb
SexyChele said:You know, I think you are hanging onto that anal virginity a little too tightly. Think about it.....Eb is a Domme who knows what she is doing. Might even make it a pleasant experience for ya - if ya ask nice.
Besides, aren't all pervs into pleasure?
I think PBW doth protest too much.
It is a crime to have such a fine ass and in the same breath call it virgin! Oh the humanity!!!!
Eb
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Re: You are right chele
Doh. It's not like I have a good butt. I am the definition of a fat ass. LOL.
PBW "And don't you dare give me that more-cushion-for-the-pushin argument" lmao
Ebonyfire said:
Doh. It's not like I have a good butt. I am the definition of a fat ass. LOL.
PBW "And don't you dare give me that more-cushion-for-the-pushin argument" lmao
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i had a dream
don't we all, and isn't this an appropriate time to recognize them?
She sits on a bar stool in the kitchen facing the island/bar. Upon approach, she attempts to swivel in the chair, but the chair doesn't. In the process, her knee high skirt rides up as her legs involuntarily part. Immediate, voluntary movement crosses her legs demurely at the knee. Her face snaps down, ostensibly to monitor adjustment of the hemline, as the flush rises.
The light pink that feels crimson betrays her, blood pounding in her ears, and she misses the susurration of a woven belt from the loops of pants. She also misses the warbling flutter of the leather on its downward arc through the air. She does not fail, however, to register its impact upon the instep she has presented, or (unintentionally or not) in this case, offered up in sacrifice.
As she mentally struggles to accept the drastic change in events, her body acquiesces to the hands that help her out of the chair. Autopilot, or need, allows those hands to guide her back onto the chair in a much less demure (more likely wanton) posture. As her mind fights through the cloud, her left knee registers the majority of her weight supported on the barren wood of the chair seat. She feels the tug of tendon at her inner right thigh before realizing the ball of her right foot struggles intently upon remaining on the island at the bequest of the hands that placed it. She barely acknowledges the hemline has by necessity risen again.
She notices the bite of the leather upon her inner left thigh.
The hands guide her once again, this time to a kneeling position on top of the island. Pressure at her nape guides her head to the surface, and a last minute twist of her hair plants a cheek firmly. A demure protest at a hand pulling her hem up past her waist wells up inside her mind, but the throbbing from the sites of impact prevents translation to her vocal cords. The sound blockade breaks when a single finger slips under the vertical strip of her thong near the sensitive small of her back. She feels the pores tighten and the shiver pass as a gutteral passes her lips. The finger hooks and pulls the material away from her flesh increasing pressure at her waist and mons until the snip followed by a quick snatch of the finger removes the material from her body.
She is acutely aware of her vulnerability. The sudden snap of the belt doubled startles her, almost to rising, but the hand at her nape stills any movement. She waits for the bite of leather she knows must come resigned, anticipating, and longing.
Feel free to continue this if you like. i'll reserve the last paragraph for sheer ...
don't we all, and isn't this an appropriate time to recognize them?
She sits on a bar stool in the kitchen facing the island/bar. Upon approach, she attempts to swivel in the chair, but the chair doesn't. In the process, her knee high skirt rides up as her legs involuntarily part. Immediate, voluntary movement crosses her legs demurely at the knee. Her face snaps down, ostensibly to monitor adjustment of the hemline, as the flush rises.
The light pink that feels crimson betrays her, blood pounding in her ears, and she misses the susurration of a woven belt from the loops of pants. She also misses the warbling flutter of the leather on its downward arc through the air. She does not fail, however, to register its impact upon the instep she has presented, or (unintentionally or not) in this case, offered up in sacrifice.
As she mentally struggles to accept the drastic change in events, her body acquiesces to the hands that help her out of the chair. Autopilot, or need, allows those hands to guide her back onto the chair in a much less demure (more likely wanton) posture. As her mind fights through the cloud, her left knee registers the majority of her weight supported on the barren wood of the chair seat. She feels the tug of tendon at her inner right thigh before realizing the ball of her right foot struggles intently upon remaining on the island at the bequest of the hands that placed it. She barely acknowledges the hemline has by necessity risen again.
She notices the bite of the leather upon her inner left thigh.
The hands guide her once again, this time to a kneeling position on top of the island. Pressure at her nape guides her head to the surface, and a last minute twist of her hair plants a cheek firmly. A demure protest at a hand pulling her hem up past her waist wells up inside her mind, but the throbbing from the sites of impact prevents translation to her vocal cords. The sound blockade breaks when a single finger slips under the vertical strip of her thong near the sensitive small of her back. She feels the pores tighten and the shiver pass as a gutteral passes her lips. The finger hooks and pulls the material away from her flesh increasing pressure at her waist and mons until the snip followed by a quick snatch of the finger removes the material from her body.
She is acutely aware of her vulnerability. The sudden snap of the belt doubled startles her, almost to rising, but the hand at her nape stills any movement. She waits for the bite of leather she knows must come resigned, anticipating, and longing.
Feel free to continue this if you like. i'll reserve the last paragraph for sheer ...
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AngelicAssassin said:
Torture?
(Damned Sadists...)
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*grins*CutieMouse said:Torture?
(Damned Sadists...)
Talk about resurrecting a dead thread! AA, you sure you aren't a necromancer?
And Cutie, where would the world be without us Damned Sadists? Hhhmmm??
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i've been accused of much worse.Evil_Geoff said:
Do tell. *waits patiently*shyybabe said:
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*shudders*Ebonyfire said:
I had one of those....
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I had that dream about that person from here again.
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shy slave said:
i can enjoy that line of thinking.
How long until you and Andante hook up again?
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Dredging up this thread proves that you have entirely too much time on your hands. However, I'm sure you'd agree that there are plenty of grrls here to help you occupy it.
I have a dream... it's about me running amuk in your PM box, reading all those grrl's PMs to you.
uh huh. ;-)
I have a dream... it's about me running amuk in your PM box, reading all those grrl's PMs to you.
uh huh. ;-)
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Actually, i looked for an older thread on dreams after having the interesting one related a few times.A Desert Rose said:
As for grrls, i'm not all that sure whom you mean.
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AngelicAssassin said:
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Well damn grrl, where's my PM?A Desert Rose said:
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