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That's it. This is the anti-soap-bar revolution.
Down with soap bars! All hail our new shower-poofy overlords!

"Ironhead, what's this thingy?"

I like telling one of my playmates about my exploits with other playmates when he's at work.
Poor boy! Better not let anyone see the raging hard on...

This thread should be more active. *nudges it with foot*

I guess I'll jump start it?

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Right now, I would very much like to have slow, tender love-making... the touch of his skin beneath tentative fingers, cheek moving to press briefly against his, sultry whispers exchanged with the slight catch of the tongue at the edge of the earlobe. Lips moving softly, caressing the jaw line, running down the arch of the neck, bodies responding to the teasing coaxing of each others' touch. Soft, gentle... but with an edge of intensity. A memory of lust, as our actions are sternly controlled, purposefully  tender. And as you slipped inside of me, the world would feel complete, my eyes would fill with stars... all thought lost to slow, intense sensuality. Nothing feels quite so good as when we're making love; at that moment, nothing else matters- languid thrusting, becoming more intense, my hips responding...

I wants the tender love-makin' now. But doesn't it sound good?

This... None of this is helping me with my exam prep... And yet i can't stop reading!
/sigh. I miss sex. 13 days until i see my boy. I want him so much, indescribably much. And this? Again... seriously not helping with the study.

My stove top. I really should clean it. So dirty. =(

"Ironhead, what's this thingy?"

HAHAHAHAHA I said that to my boyfriend in the shower once. He was SO weirded out. I guess I watched way more TV as an adolescent.

HAHAHAHAHA I said that to my boyfriend in the shower once. He was SO weirded out. I guess I watched way more TV as an adolescent.

Adolescent? I had kids when that commercial came out. I feel old now.

I'm glad somebody got it, though.

My stove top. I really should clean it. So dirty. =(

I'll clean your stovetop... if y'know what I mean

I think I do! *hands you the degreasing spray and leaves you alone in the kitchen*

Kneeling in front of you, hands down, breath coming quickly in gasps.  Your fingers twisted into my hair, pulling my head back and up.  My back arched, ass in the air, your cock driving into me over and over and over...  The electric feel of skin on skin.  My eyes roll back into my head.  My voice catches in my throat.  I lose all thoughts, it's just feeling now.  Nothing in the world, but the two of us.  Nothing in the world but that feeling of you inside me.  Wave after wave of heat, of impact, of completely overwhelming sensation.  I want to move, to turn to grab you and hold you closer still, bury you within me, burrow in.  Touching isn't close enough, I want to merge, to breathe your breath and to taste your mouth and to feel the things that you are feeling. 

Over and over, faster and faster, you drive into me.  My vision blurs.  I can't see, can't breathe right, can't control myself.  I lose myself in the sensation, no more able to concentrate than to think.  My hips rock back, pressing you further into me, pressing more skin on skin.  I cry out...

When I come to my senses, you are still inside me, arms wrapped around me, lying behind me on the bed.  We are both sweat drenched and breathing raggedly.  I turn toward you and you smile at me, making an effort to move exhausted limbs to wrap me closer and hold me tighter.  We drift of to sleep.

*cleans PuPP's stovetop*

 

"So THAT'S where my other vibrator went!"   

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Today, I was thinking about dirt.

Like... BADLY.   

God I want you so much right now...

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Alone with you.  Miles from nowhere.  The forest is wreathed in mist, and we walk for what seems like hours.  You take me to a meadow, somewhere deep within the woods, and spread out the giant blanket we've brought for the picnic you promised me.  We sit, talking, too into each other to remember the lunch in the basket.  Our fingers drift gently across one-anothers exposed skin.  You lean toward me, take me in your arms, and kiss me; your lips brush feather-soft against mine.  I want to breathe you in.  To make this feeling last. 

Our hands move more urgently now, removing clothes, pressing flesh, grasping, touching, petting...  Your hands, hot against me, exploring, caressing, gliding over the curves and contours of my body.  You shift, and suddenly you're lying over me, gazing down into my eyes.  You slide into me, filling me, moving with me.  Arms and legs and mouths tangled together, body heat mingling, breathing as one. You wrap your fingers into my hair and my fingernails slide up your back.  Your mouth lowers to my breasts, licking and sucking and biting and teasing.  We arch into one another, coming together and moving apart again and again. 

I really REALLY want you.

I love my breasts. They are seriously, seriously awesome.

For WTMI? I've going to go masturbate while touching them through this blanket. And I am going to have the most COMFORTABLE orgasm EVER. While thinking thoughts of the pressure being someone else's hands, and imagining certain things, and the setting of this imaginary scenerio will be a forest, late summer, three am, wilderness. Moonlight, this blanket, and hands and fierce kisses, low growls and a sheen of sweat, the scent of pine and each mixing...

Hooorny. Oh GOD I want forest sex. And it's already starting to be too cold.

Standing naked in the tall grass, the moonlight casting shades of blue on my skin, and I know you are there. I can hear you breathing. Acutely aware, and yet I don't move. Trust. And I would reach out to touch you...

... and my mind, the horny dog she is, devolves the scene into fast, furious fucking; hands sliding down each other's skin, back arching, breath coming in ragged pants, the sweet scent of crushed dry grass...

My visualization is ADD tonight. I'll be in my bunk.

What a thread to wander into by random mis-click...

Arachne: seriously, I don't know how you read my mind so fully, but please get out of it.  You just described very close to one of my own fantasies with a few small differences.

I'm not in the forest, it merely surrounds the granite outcrop which thrusts itself high above the trees and wandering river below.  The full moon is veiled by darkening clouds as a storm begins to build on the horizon.  The forlorn song of lonely wolves is pitched back and forth through the night air as a stiff breeze tugs at the hem of her skirt, bringing with it the sweet scent of the day's heat baked earth and cooling pine.  We close the distance between us and hold each other close.  I see the moon, clear for a moment, reflected in the depths of her eyes.  With a sigh, she closes them, and we fall into a tender kiss.

Her hands worm their way under my shirt and begin to rise.  The shiver that accompanies them is the mingled thrill of cool air across warm flesh and the touch of her silky-soft hands sliding along my spine. I quickly follow suit, and with a deft flick of thumb and forefinger, loose her bra.  With hands over head we slide apart, each linked still by a tenuous grasp on the other's shirt.  In a duet of sudden desperation, we fling ourselves together again, discarding our tops.  Hands, unable to hold still, fly across us. Furious kisses land like blows, one after another. Faces pressed and gasping for air we fall.   Her hands are on my belt, loosening it, tearing it away from the button beneath.  Too fevered to wait, unwilling to stand, I tear her panties aside as she pulls my throbbing beast from it's cave. 

More of a Revelation, but this belongs here:

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I know what it's like to be a Top now. Honestly and truly. I wanted nothing more than to incapacitate you by sensation alone, and I did. For hours I kept you at the edge of desire, gasping for air and struggling against crying out for fear of someone hearing. The image of your cheek pressed into the pillow is etched in my mind, and I want to take you there again, over and over. To hold that kind of power over you, to know that it's exactly what you want, even though you've never dreamed it was possible. I know now what it feels like, what it's like when someone truly and utterly submits. When that submission stems from love.

Even though we both switch, I think it will be a while until I submit to you again. You're just too beautiful when I'm the one in control.

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That is both breathtakingly beautiful and mindblowingly hot.