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Howdy do, Bash?
Not really a newbie thread, but for those of us long timers who disappear and come back after many years?
 
Howdy do, Bash?
Not really a newbie thread, but for those of us long timers who disappear and come back after many years?
Howdy, darlin! *looks around* ahhh...most of the seats are dusty in here. Oh look! My lap lacks is clean tho. *innocent look*
 
*Plops right down*

Cobwebs are all over my thread too. Some of them were broken recently with some curious fellas though.
 
*squirms a little bit* sorry, you were saying, darlin? I seem to be a bit distracted.
Oh, that's right. Yeah, the old days. I have some I miss. You stay in touch with any?
 
A few are still here. I get dropped hearty eyes every now and then. This has been my longest span on since I returned. I must say that I do miss the old profile pages though.
 
Me too. Kinda learned more about someone, yanno? And I forgot my manners. May I get you a drink? Some ice tea? Water? Lemonade?
 
Iced tea or water. I agree. Now you have to actually ask someone. How long were you gone for on your last span out?
 
* hands he r glass of ice tea and prepositions her on my lap*

Brewed fresh myself. I was gone for a couple of years I reckon. I popped on but didnt linger. You?
 
...Adjusts myself to get better placement...

Popped in a few times in the last decade but didn't stay. I would come in to say hi to a few people who aren't here anymore except, I think, one
 
I don't mind the squirming. :) ahhh...just ignore that ahhh...lump.

Yeah. There are a couple that I really miss. Odd how one formed a really tight community here, huh? I do keep in touch IRL with a couple of them. One of whom, we developed a RL relationship that lasted a couple of years. On here and IRL. She is married now. And apparently switched from sub to Dom! LOL.

This thread was always my "getaway" tho from real life. No public image, noone recognizing me. Here, I don't have to wear a persona. This thread is the real me.

Btw...it's nice to have company again in here. I promise I will clean it up. Oh...and I have no problem with you fishing naked here :)
 
The lump is what makes it comfortable as well as the company.

I've tried to Dom, but it's just not my cup of tea. I felt that my feet were in the wrong shoes so to say. I agree about getaway. I do feel that this place is more me than RL sometimes. I've only met one fellow Lit member in RL.
 
Do you like going through my thread. Some of those were a loooooooooong time ago. I'm enjoying seeing what you like in there.
 
I do. Kinda get to see the real you. :) and read your stories. Only made it partially through tho. So far.

Think I need to plan a naked fishing tournament....oh...and apparently ask for a massage :devil:
 
An all-nighter suck, lick, rub session does sound nice. It's been too long. I'm game for the fishing. I'm not pro or anything. I just enjoy being out with my rod.
 
Your signature “Taking her to the Point” delights as I have been in that most cherished position a few times over. But unfortunately lovers like that do not come around that often or those able in delivering these kinds of special moments. Your words now have my body feel like a stringed instrument too tightly tuned. I quiver in anticipation of an allegro non troppo passage running up the scales of my strings--running up the octaves of those pleasures. When I now look back along the shadowed corridors of my memory, I vividly remember my very first of such event with Thierry and as his image is now tearing strongly at my recollections.

He was the dark night air riding over my sweat as it formed glistening salt ponds between my firm breasts. Soothing, bathing and sneaking hard memories from my bleached sexuality; from my smudged eyes; troubled lips; licking and kissing my cheeks, my ears, sucking my fingers; filing his hunger on deep-throated kisses and smearing my lipstick across my face. Tasting and creeping about the furnace of my flesh...and all these tastes are, for me, the taste of a perverse sex. Thierry took my desires to heavens of pleasure I could never imagine during all my deep night dreaming.

For Thierry in moments like these it was most important to reliving the heat of our nights together from the curves and angles of my body trapped beneath his wide palms. I still smell his sweat mingle with the cheap perfume that he made me wear and his hand covering my mouth. I was trying to talk but only my muffled sounds managed to assert themselves. He felt me writhe beneath his gentle strength. My lips were wet with saliva against his palm. I have no name, and my face is merely a collection of curves and angles, my taste is bittersweet and my pussy is moist and available.

I strained and pushed forward, not wanting to miss a moment; not wanting to miss the most insignificant frisson of delight that might cross my features. I basked in his attention. My eyes inscribed seconds; my breasts inscribed minutes. My body was a mass of nerves receiving sensory input from every direction: I hear, I see, I taste...I grew wet from the heat of his tongue, from its fervent insistence.

I recall at the time wearing a long auburn colored wig. Perhaps it was really black? This may not seem an important point, but for me detail is everything. I often find however that I lose detail but that I can faithfully recall 'every shudder of emotion' that we shared. I also knew how important for me these kind moments will be many years later when I talk to people like my friend Kelcie a collector of experiences and that I will always stand ready for Thierry in dancing Scheherazade spirals for the gratification of his own private dreams. Some of his last words: “Darling, I savor the scent of your perfume. I inhale deeply until I am drunk and giddy with the odor of you." Yes…those were the days of my past and hopefully a few more of those precious moments and experiences will find me again! Best…lilly!

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Thank you.
 
Damn, Bash! That was hot! I hope you continue for your release. (I just wanted to give you props on your writing and imagination)
 
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