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He had seen pictures of women with fists in them, taking a whole hand up their cunts, but never thought he would get to do one. The damn animal's long, rough tongue felt good as dug into her cunt and sucked out the food, especially since it managed to rub over her clit as it snaked in and then pulled out. She had confidence that, with her cocksucking ability, no guy could resist for long. Chris knew that at the speed he was jerking himself off with, his fist and arm would soon become tired. Now she would have something in her cunt again, feel it's thickness pressing against her slick burning inner walls. Tommy pulled his still shooting penis slowly out of his mother's throat until his dick head remained in her mouth. As the knot finally settled in the animals prick head, the pain began to subside and be replaced by a gnawing need that Barbara recognized as that need that could only be satisfied by getting fucked and fucked really good. I felt myself gush a huge load into Kim's slick cunt; she continued to work my slowly shrinking cock till she screamed. She was surprised to see he wore no underwear.

ginandtonic 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:

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moonchildhippielove wrote:

um...next time can i come...?? lol :D

Zimmy wrote:

Haha, you could have always just gone up to the cashier and said something to yourself along the lines of "I hope she likes it," etc. yeah maybe, idk...i put it and a funny birthday card on the counter..hah

CaptainFalcon89 wrote:

Oh my gosh!! I had this weird dream that my guy friends toook me to a deserted building, tied me up and masturbated and fucked me, but they wouldn't let me orgas for like four hours, and when I finall orgasmed I like had a heart attack. wierd....

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