And then you press yourself into me. First your thighs, then your middle, your chest and, finally your mouth. My arms go instinctively around you, restless and greedy to feel you. You kiss me and when I want to kiss you back I feel the hum that vibrates inside your chest, masculine and carnal, that thrills and arouses me. Your mouth claims mine again, holthy and hungrily, It drows breath from me as your hands move to the front of my slacks, fumbling with the button and zipper until they`re undone, Your boldness, your impatience .. a powerful aphrodisiac, it sets off explosions of desire deep within me, I lift my hips forward and fill your palm with my softness, you stroke me there, I am smiling, ready for you...Moving between my thighs, you stretch out above me, then thrust into me. Once. no hesitation to claim me entirely. My eyes open wide and my breath is caught. Holding my gaze, you press yourself deeper, barely easing back before pressing deep again, I`m so tight, I squeeze you, feel you pulse, grow inside me and ...




mykinda zipper!



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mykinda zipper!





I am the tremble in the arc of a pendulum weight
as it hums from the tension of the
silver wire
I am the dream that flickers beneath
the eyelids

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Johnny Moon: Maybe here... here in this thread of... decadence. Here... maybe... I... can... find............. find some relief.... relief from my evil twin.. relief from...
The White Comanche!

* bum dish de dish dish de dish dummmmmm *

Honnemacher: Oh Johnny... Oh Johnny don't. Don't. No. He will k1ll you.

Johnny: A man can only run so... far. A man can only.... do.... so much.

Sheriff: You always seemed mighty sad Honnemacher. Now I get why. You treat her right son!

Johnny: Oh it's a messed up world... Sheriff... crazy... mixed up... world.

Notah: What is going on here? All you palefaces do is talk and talk. Well I challenge my gutless brother to a duel. A duel in the center of town.

Johnny: Damn! I thought I had gotten away. I thought I had avoided... this... day. But your hate... your peyote stoked hate... has brought you here... brought you now...

Notah: Yes and after today... this day of fate... a blonde scalp will dangle from my belt. The Comanches will raid freely throughout the land. And my long pursuit of my coward brother will end.

Johnny: Let's fight... now.. in the center... the center of town.

Honnemacher: Oh Johnny. Oh no. No Johnny. I don't want you to go to the center of town.

Johny 3 times: eyyyyy Comanche bb, I mean howdie Notah, jolla my twinish friend

Notah: Oh great. Another loon. Who are you?

Johny 3 times: just an actuary bb, an insurance agent you know, a kind of death accountant see?

Notah: What's that to me.

Johny 3 times: Your brother bb, Johnny see?, your sib with rib Mr. Moon there has a double indemnity clause in his policy, a golden doublet, a real anklet ringer.

Notah: hmmmmmm how much?

Johny 3 times: a cool mill bb, 1885 valuated 1000 K, and more peyote than you can fetch on the St Louis line.

Notah: So I gotta find the squaw with the golden anklet?

Johny: You are a quick study bb, a bright bulb in a dark room, a veritable prodigy see?

Notah: Then so it is. This battle is for another day. Good bye coward relative of mine.

Johnny Moon: Good must... always... prevail. What.... is indemnity?

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Johnny Moon: Maybe here... here in this thread of... decadence. Here... maybe... I... can... find............. find some relief.... relief from my evil twin.. relief from...
The White Comanche!

* bum dish de dish dish de dish dummmmmm *






You got the eggs in you; the world is fully ready to celebrate the chicks out of your laying labour. Never give up. Go and breed

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Johnny Moon: Good must... always... prevail. What.... is indemnity?




“I know I want you," he heard himself say, all his vows and his honor all forgotten. She stood before him naked as her name day, and he was as hard as the rock around them. He had been in her many times by now, but always beneath furs, with others all around them. He had never seeen how beautiful she was. Her legs were skinny and well muscled, the hair at the juncture of her thighs a brighter red than that on her head. Does that make it even luckier? He pulled her close.

"I love the smell of you," he said. "I love your blonde hair. I love your mouth, and the way you kiss me. I love your smile. I love your teats." He kissed them, one and then the other. "I love your skinny legs, and what's between them." He knelt to kiss her there, lightly on her mound at first, but she moved her legs apart a little, and he saw the pink inside and kissed that as well, and tasted her.

She gave a little gasp. "If you love me all so much, why are you still dressed?" she whispered. "You know nothing, Jon Snow. Noth---oh. Oh. OHHH."

Afterward, she was almost shy, or as shy as she ever got. "The thing you did," she said, when they lay together on their piled clothes. "With your...mouth." She hesistated. "Is that...is it what lordss do to their ladies, down in the south?"

"I don't think so." No one had ever told Jon just what lords did with their ladies. "I only...wanted to kiss you there, that's all. You seemed to like it."

"Aye. I...I liked it some. No one taught you such?"

"There's been no one," he confessed. "Only you.”
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It was a dull party on a hot and humid summer day. Trapped in a poorly ventilated living room. Surrounded by mostly couples, talking excitedly about this and that. Formal enough that the women wore mostly sun dresses and the men, their dressier shorts.

She was certainly wearing a sun dress. Her bare legs were a little damp from the humidity but wonderfully smooth, toned and a little open as she faced him. They had flirted wordlessly for hours. Never a part of the same conversation. Yet each somehow confident that the other belonged to no one else. Letting the drab boring atmosphere set off the flowering excitement of their blooming affair.

Finally with a look she rose and went off towards the bathroom. A few moments later he too rose and went off in the same direction. The party closed up to fill in the gap they had created. They were never a part of that crowd so they were hardly missed as they vanished away to another existence, apart.

He entered the bathroom's unlocked door. She was waiting. Standing, leaning against the sink. He smiled a little and immediately went to her putting his arms around her waist, giving her a couple small kisses on the corners of her mouth. She was a little startled by that directness, even after coming into that room so quickly, but after all... they had been speaking to each other in their own way for hours.

And then they were apart again, connected only by their hands, as he led her back further away from the loud congregation of people. Into the deep private reaches of the host's home. Into the master bedroom. Onto the bed. The bed covered with a few odd coats that some of the weirder guests thought necessary on such a warm summer day.

What they did and how fast they started doing it may surprise you. Unless you consider how they flirted. What they communicated in those preceding hours. She had given him the idea of just how she like to be touched... shown it just by her sensual movements with her hands and dress in that crowded room. She had seen how his gaze intensified, how his heart rate had increased. She knew what he loved. How good it would be.

They slipped instantly into a naked 69 without a word passing between them. She on top. She knew already how much he wanted her pussy. She had seen his tongue already subconsciously poke out a little as she had teased her pet8ls into a wet, beckoning shape underneath her roiling dress. His cock was having trouble staying in his shorts. She had seen already how hypn0tic her lips were to him. He had nearly blew the whole thing when she had made some suggestive nibbles with her... appetizers.

He was not bashful in how he gripped her ass and devoured her like so much watermelon. He knew what a dirty hot woman she was the moment he had laid eyes on her. She was the only woman in the room to him despite all the commotion, all the heat. Now he had her bottom half in his grip, like he'd been fantasizing for those long seeming hours, and despite the wonderful feeling in his engulfed cock... was not about to miss any aspect of this opportunity.

I suppose I should leave them now to their privacy. What follows is as timeless and natural as anything in life. The unusual circumstances that pertain have been cataloged fully and have duly testified to human nature in the manner in which we surely intended. And I suppose many of us are wishing for warmer, hotter days...
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. What follows is as timeless and natural as anything in life. The unusual circumstances that pertain have been cataloged fully and have duly testified to human nature in the manner in which we surely intended. And I suppose many of us are wishing for warmer, hotter days...

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I still moan excitedly at the sight of his greedy gaze and his frantic, fumbling hands.

Then louder, for his gorgeous cock.

It’s just like the rest of him: big and solid .He’s still breathing too hard and moving in that jerky, frantic, unfamiliar manner, but none of it scares me.

I’m too excited to be scared, and I know exactly why.

It’s because of the grip he gets on me, close to a kind of manhandling but without the brute force. He hauls me over onto my stomach, sure enough. And the move is firm and quick, riddled through with his new eagerness.
He’s preparing me for that thick, swollen-looking cock, so quickly I can barely catch my breath. So slowly I want to scream at him for it. Hurry hurry hurry, I want to tell him, even though I know we’re already going at the speed of light. It was glorious. I have never been fucked so hard.Every time he pounded into me an involuntary groan of pleasure escaped my throat. I was so close and he hadn’t even touched my clit. “Oh,Dudley , keep fucking me.” “I’m going to have to fight fire with fire, aren’t I?”he told me between rough thrusts.



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And then there was a pause...

She was chained to the heavy oaken headboard. She was panting heavily. Looking back with watchful eyes. Serious. Intent. Sweat dripping down her entire length. Hair damp.

Her pussy was pulsing. Her ass too. Passion's fever blush ran scarlet all over her body. Hand prints stood out in blushing red on her sweaty cum covered ass.

Completely naked. Mind all here. On knees but not trembling. Just watching. Waiting. Mouth open to gulp down air. Tight sexy stomach bellowing in and out in rhythmic lung aiding motion.

Only her breathing was audible. That and sounds of the quiet street below. The air was warm but not anything to do with her heavy sweat. The purifying and sweet sweat of joyous exertion.

There were no creaking sounds, no coughs, no groans, no laughs. Just a kind of quiet. The eye of a hurricane.

A samurai would have understood the steel in her eyes. That look. It was the Moment of Truth. The finale. She was ready to meet and conquer it like the sexual warrior she was.

Her every breath and steely eyes said: Bring on the hurricane...

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The barge hits the marge of a sultry shimmering land. The beach stays no one with the thinness of its sand. But all trails lead inward inwards to a place of glee. Where tho it is not fall no leaf can stay upon a tree.

The moist warm air and caressing sun make the fronds slit and curl and fall as one. There is a perpetual shower of such matter from all the trees. That otherwise would create a sun blocking canopy. But all is bright in that forest fair because no leaves block the sun from shining through there. Through and through in path stabbing rays.

Hair too falls down around shoulders. No filmy fabric on trunk can stay. Bodies moist and undulating cause them to slide down and down to reach the ground.

Fuzzy. Cheeky. Bouncing. Flouncing. Damp damp forests of silk on dancing stalks and through all sun halos ring and give something for which the birds do sing.

Moor the barge and stay a while. I assure you it is a mid-summer dream.



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I assure you it is a mid-summer dream.







A mid-summer`s night dream ...open windows, a sky full of stars, the moon mirroring into the ocean, the waves can`t stop kissing the shores no matter how often they are being pushed away....The mind moves freely in the presence of this boundless expanse, the sight of it elevates the soul and gives rise to the thoughts of the infinite. I could do anything in such a night, kiss your wounds when they hurt, even if they`re in your soul, I can find them with the light tip fingers. I will lead you back to the spring of Life so that you can remember how wonderful it feels to be moved by something that is out of your control. And if our dark periods match, we can breathe with grass and look at the night sky. The stars will remind us of the beauty in our struggles and we won`t feel lost anymore ... Quote

A mid-summer`s night dream ...open windows, a sky full of stars, the moon mirroring into the ocean, the waves can`t stop kissing the shores no matter how often they are being pushed away....The mind moves freely in the presence of this boundless expanse, the sight of it elevates the soul and gives rise to the thoughts of the infinite. I could do anything in such a night, kiss your wounds when they hurt, even if they`re in your soul, I can find them with the light tip fingers. I will lead you back to the spring of Life so that you can remember how wonderful it feels to be moved by something that is out of your control. And if our dark periods match, we can breathe with grass and look at the night sky. The stars will remind us of the beauty in our struggles and we won`t feel lost anymore ...


*lap.... lap... lap...* Calm ocean. Silvered waves. Only the sound of the gentle slap on the shores. The days longer but the nights finer. Calmy progressing with the stars...

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Marshal...

Will...

Holly...

They started out on the greatest adventure... ever... known.

Riding... the... ... ... rapids...

they caught their tiny raft...

And plunged them... 50000... feet below.

Into... the land... the land of the...

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Fog whirled in the Pit of the Sleestak god. The Sleestak hisses and groans echoed off slime dripping walls. Holly and Will dangled in a net above the pit of the ravenous Sleestak god.

"Dad Dad" they cried. But to no avail.

Green googly eyed lizard like bipeds hissed. They were gathered bobbing and crouching wheezing their glee at the sacrifice and the crazed ceremony that would kick it all off.

Down where spindly legs met in a reptilian groin something eggplant colored with spiky bristles lived. Ready to gush out hordes of amphibian gametes.

Their orgy began. Thorny spikes jutting from hunched backs brushed up against cold slime covered rock. It was an odd thing. There were no females here. Maybe that was part of the reason for the violence of it. The weaker Sleestaks soon were on the floor being ravaged by their stronger brothers.

Will and Holly, minds reeling from the spectacle, awaited certain death from the monstrous appetite that roared unnamed beneath their net in the fog. They knew from the sights surrounding them that something worse than death existed in this world... this pitiless world.

Each time a bead of terror sweat dropped from them into the murk below... a bellow of fiendish delight roared up and the sleestak horde gibbered in joy. Putting more pelvis into each of their depraved thrusts...



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I know what you are thnking gentle reader. Sleestaks? Here?

Well every land or community has to have rules that govern admittance. The Sleestaks, among other things, are real rule pushers.

For example, most people draw the line at cruelty. Yet many courts have ruled that the Sleestaks, being as they are cold-bl00ded in the biological sense and thus slow moving, are very easy to escape from. This matters because what is truly cruel has to do with consent. Many courts have found that the Sleestaks, though clearly attempting non-consensual acts, are so inept at actually holding on to their prisoners ie keeping them incarcerated that to actually have an act performed upon oneself by a Sleestak must be consensual in the sense that no real effort to escape was made.

Police have found it extremely frustrating to enforce various group's moral clauses regarding heavy drug use because for one the Sleestaks have no pupils to dialate. Also their very slow speed is thought to make it easy for them to pass physical drug tests such as walking straight lines, putting a claw to nostril, or reaction speed tests.

They also don't have a charismatic cult leader or some such making inflammatory speeches. They hang out in their own wreck of a city and only hassle intruders. Only PGTA has a case regarding their exchanges of human victims for pigs as main entrees for their nurseries. But because this egg-hatching ritual is such a fundamental part of their culture it is not enough to bring down general outrage upon them. Quote

I know what you are thnking gentle reader. Sleestaks? Here?

Well every land or community has to have rules that govern admittance. The Sleestaks, among other things, are real rule pushers.




A teacher is teaching a class and she sees that Johnny isn't paying attention, so she asks him, "If there are three ducks sitting on a fence, and you shoot one, how many are left?" Johnny says, "None." The teacher asks, "Why?" Johnny says, "Because the shot scared them all off." The teacher says, "No, two, but I like how you're thinking." Johnny asks the teacher, "If you see three women walking out of an ice cream parlor, one is licking her ice cream, one is sucking her ice cream, and one is biting her ice cream, which one is married?" The teacher says, "The one sucking her ice cream." Johnny says, "No, the one with the wedding ring, but I like how you're thinking!" - See more at: http://www.laughfactory.com/jokes#sthash.OJcQB684.dpuf Quote

A teacher is teaching a class and she sees that Johnny isn't paying attention, so she asks him, "If there are three ducks sitting on a fence, and you shoot one, how many are left?" Johnny says, "None." The teacher asks, "Why?" Johnny says, "Because the shot scared them all off." The teacher says, "No, two, but I like how you're thinking." Johnny asks the teacher, "If you see three women walking out of an ice cream parlor, one is licking her ice cream, one is sucking her ice cream, and one is biting her ice cream, which one is married?" The teacher says, "The one sucking her ice cream." Johnny says, "No, the one with the wedding ring, but I like how you're thinking!" - See more at: http://www.laughfactory.com/jokes#sthash.OJcQB684.dpuf


Thanks for the jokes : )

Hope it is a nice warm summer day there... just right for sucking ice cream ; )

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Thanks for the jokes : )

Hope it is a nice warm summer day there... just right for sucking ice cream ; )




I can lick icecream only is put on ... a special peak
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I can lick icecream only is put on ... a special peak



I have never thought about using a keyboard a s a ...toy, I see mine liked to play and messed up my reply. Anyway, the main point was ...touched, slowly, the way it was supposed to, icecream moist, tasty and delicious, so good to suck, lick, swallow ...
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I have never thought about using a keyboard a s a ...toy, I see mine liked to play and messed up my reply. Anyway, the main point was ...touched, slowly, the way it was supposed to, icecream moist, tasty and delicious, so good to suck, lick, swallow ...



hmmmm yeah like that savor... I am thinking of it now... creamy, messy...
the texture of it... how it coats the tongue so well...
drawing it out... long... enjoying the manner in which it was... served... sensing and bending tongue to the delivery vehicle... flicking it with teasing flicks... enjoying temperature, flex, the sound of the tongue taps.

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* rumble rumble *

ooooo earthquake. Look! Banana slices are loggin' it down the Sundae Peaks.

Is mykinda walk when the knees knock and the milk turns to shakes before it leaves the curly straws.

Is mykinda jingle when menthol springs make everything tingle... when creamy slides get a strawberry sheen betides... betides...
wonderful eruptions from sweet volcanic cones with gleaming thick love lava slides.

Yes it is the climax of the tour when with hectic frequency these kinda things pour. Quote