queenie
Demon Disciple
Timor mortis conturbat me.
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Post by queenie on Dec 21, 2004 6:23:57 GMT -5
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Post by Aish on Dec 21, 2004 12:19:26 GMT -5
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Post by Aish on Dec 21, 2004 12:34:27 GMT -5
"BORDERS"
Biding time, they saunter caught up in the bound volumes, coffee wafting on the flourescent air.
She turns on him, mischief in her eyes, passion upon her lips.
Relentless she shoves him into the bookcase, hands tangling in his hair tongue probing his bondage.
Building on her own steam she grinds into his maleness, smells his desire as he begins to rise.
Smiling, biting his lip, she stops. Bats her lashes.
Taking his sweaty palm into her own she trollops off, dragging him behind her, swaying her hips winding their way through the stacks to the spirituality section.
Beneath a copy of the Rig Veda she takes her plea to a higher power - licks his salty neck, inhales his cologne and heat suckles contentment.
He tries to slow down, glancing nervously around them.
But she is rampant.
Hungry hands beneath his shirt, eager mouth devours his skin. He concedes, willing ploy.
Pulling him into her, she giggles at his complacence growls at his frenzied breath. Fingers wrangle with his button fly a personal fetish, welcomed.
And then, bliss be gone! A compliment worthy of a school boy, she stifles her urge to stomp her foot then laughs and pats his cheek. Kisses him, hard.
Secretly plots his demise in the coming movie theater.
Copper will be his dominance for ever more.
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queenie
Demon Disciple
Timor mortis conturbat me.
Posts: 539
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Post by queenie on Dec 21, 2004 12:49:43 GMT -5
Worthy response, you were challenged an not found wanting!
I think wil put imperfect enjoyment back in vogue.
Loved the setting very very cool!
'And then, bliss be gone! A compliment worthy of a school boy, she stifles her urge to stomp her foot then laughs and pats his cheek. Kisses him, hard.' Wonderful stuff.
A beautiful erotic read, made me giggle. A work of memory or expereince I wonder.
Q
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queenie
Demon Disciple
Timor mortis conturbat me.
Posts: 539
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Post by queenie on Dec 21, 2004 12:53:04 GMT -5
My own offering....
Imperfect Enjoyment
Subtle seduction, planned an executed With military precision 1 bottle of red 1 bottle of white Enough scotch to satisfy A derelict alcoholic The finest in German S&M pornography
We skirted the issue Flirted until We’ve reached the point of no return
Discarded clothing now litters From living room door To the bedroom A trail of crumbs for The lost and deluded
I tremble with expectation Quivering from clit to toe Heightened anticipation Of a night to remember
Equipment is a tadge disappointing Though experience has taught That it’s not the size of the member But the skill in using it We forget foreplay ~ for lovers Not f*ck buddies I wait breathlessly For lust filled fornication
Tongue darts into my waiting mouth I buck my hips Inebriated invitation To enter my velvet tardis Once… Twice… Third time & no charm
Your spent The genie’s out of your Less than magic lamp
I am cold to your imploring That this ‘has never happened before’ Decline your invitation To stoke your fire With a lil knob gobbling The moments passed I’m gathering my rumpled clothes Swearing of strong liquor and Ill-advised liaisons My enjoyment of this illicit passion… Imperfect
Q
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Post by Aish on Dec 21, 2004 12:54:38 GMT -5
I shall certainly try to help ye in your noble quest! Memory it is. The theater would be another, ha! He was so tortured...oh wait, that's cause I had been doin' that kind a shit to him all day...
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Post by Aish on Dec 21, 2004 12:56:10 GMT -5
Ah, I burn for your spurned enjoyment! Twas all atwitter, niiicely done...being female, this could be an endless topic...
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queenie
Demon Disciple
Timor mortis conturbat me.
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Post by queenie on Dec 21, 2004 14:18:56 GMT -5
I know you read the Rochester...but out of the inspirations, did you have a favourite?
Q
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Post by Aish on Dec 21, 2004 14:38:56 GMT -5
Your Nashe link comes up as Aphra Behn...
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queenie
Demon Disciple
Timor mortis conturbat me.
Posts: 539
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Post by queenie on Dec 21, 2004 14:42:25 GMT -5
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Post by Aish on Dec 21, 2004 14:45:12 GMT -5
right oh...
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Post by Aish on Dec 21, 2004 14:48:12 GMT -5
"Hence-forth no more will I implore thine ayde, Or thee, or men of cowardize upbrayde. My little dildo shall supply their kinde : A knaue, that moues as light as leaues by winde ; That bendeth not, nor fouldeth anie deale, But stands as stiff, as he were made of steele, And playes at peacock twixt my leggs right blythe, And doeth my tickling swage with manie a sighe ; For, by Saint Runnion he'le refresh me well, And neuer make my tender bellie swell. Poor Priapus, whose triumph now must falle, Except thow thrust this weakeling to the walle. Behould how he usurps in bed and bowre, And undermine's thy kingdom euerie howre. How slye he creepe's betwixt the barke and tree, And sucks the sap, whilst sleepe detaineth thee. He is my Mistris page at euerie stound, And soone will tent a deepe intrenched wound."
DAG!!!!!!!!!!!
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queenie
Demon Disciple
Timor mortis conturbat me.
Posts: 539
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Post by queenie on Dec 21, 2004 14:50:59 GMT -5
You quoted my fav bit...Glod luv you and bless you darlink!
Q
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Post by Aish on Dec 21, 2004 14:54:52 GMT -5
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