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She asked me to lie on the floor, close to the fire, and I saw her come back moments later, carrying a very large lit candle. The inflated plug still in her ass jumped wildly when the vibrating dildo pushed against it through the thin separating membrane wall. I said This was so amazingly relaxing, and Abby was so excited. After a couple of hours, George and Judith arrived at a position they could both agree on, and which they thought would satisfy Cindy. Glad to finally meet you Mr. Debs right hand was wrapped around her back and between her ass cheeks, trying to hold in the large dildo as they walked up the stairs toward the dimly lit barn. He gobbled on her pussy, found her clit and captured it between his teeth.

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Makoorakoo wrote:

I am not sure, how does one become a virgin?Well it's quite a complicated process. First of all, you need to develop a society that believes that by sticking your dick into a fanny, ass or mouth, you suddenly become a different person, who's morals and values become more developed and mature. Oh also, if you have this kinda society, as an added bonus, by fucking someone, you also immediately become a better person to your friends, but a worse person to your parents. Secondly, you then restrain yourself from sticking your male bits into a female bit or bumhole. Sorry I'm being horrifically politically incorrect

hanna wrote:

I'm just wondering would a girls asshole be any different then a guys . They seem to take stuff up the ass better than guy

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Airfern1313 wrote:

sometimes its turquoise. do you have any idea how beautiful turquoise sounds? and when my beloved, my copper king, my beautiful passionate red-head of a lover comes into me, then it all goes cobalt blue, the richest deepest tone of it, and i can see and hear how the sound of him is melding into the swirling vortex i have become, and both of us rush deeper and deeper as one light multi-colour into the white brilliance of life itself. another time it's gold, pure and simple, and the room is filled with forms made of a golden radiance, making a sound, like a song, the tones of which i can feel flowing through my form, making my form, creating the idea of "me", my breathing and the flow of my blood, and the feel of my arms around my lover, who is made of light. and once i remember it was galactic brilliance, a velvet darkness within which grew slowly a starfield, then a galaxy, then a portal, and as i went through it into the worlds beyond, i heard this universe turning as i left its bounds; i understood why everything in this universe is a sphere, and spinning, and why the poets call it the music of the spheres. then other times it is a gentle floating as on a magic carpet, and it feels like the sound of the sealight when the sun catches the wavelets on a calm ocean, the subtlest trinkle-trickle, like glass or shell wind-chimes in a soft breeze. it can be like when i stand at a psytrance party and watch the music trailing out of the speaker-stack towards me, ribbons of colour as each tone winds around the others, making a translucent glowing, twisting ever-changing shape that spirals and washes to me then over and through me, and i experience the unity of all life happening each moment, arising within and made of the wholeness which we ultimately are; i understand the magic of boundary-lessness, true boundlessness, eternal beauty here and now every moment no matter what is arising in that moment...so you see i am not too concerned about what my vagina is doing, it looks after itself at that moment, it is another wave form in an experience of entirety so absolute that mere words and scientific theory cannot begin to give it to you. and what really blows my socks off, when you get right down to it and put aside the medical-psychological-fantastical terms like synaesthesiac and super-sonic, or the speculations about what drugs she takes (none. all this is possible without them); what really does it, is when there is no "me" at all, not even an experience, not even a trance party, or a speaker-stack, or sky, or meditation, or sea, or an orgasm, but just a wordless brilliance, always already present and beautiful; indeed, a pillar of light shining in the echoless emptiness. does that make it any clearer for you? :1eye: That's a lovely way of putting it. I kinda wanted it to be clinical, what is happening to your breathing, your heart rate, your muscles, and whats happening to your mind while you are experiencing an orgasm, how do you feel while it is happening still thanks so much for replying to my thread.:)