Could someone explain something to me?
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Posted:Sep 16, 2013 5:40 am
Last Updated:May 4, 2024 12:52 am 23473 Views
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Now I have been around for a while, and those who know me know that I tends to sit back and observe how people act and react. And as I do, one question always keeps popping into my head: What makes a scene "hot"?
For those of you curious as to what I mean, allow me to offer this priceless example.
(F) oh moans, wriggles against You. as You tease your little sluts very wet, cunt. . [7:58 AM]
(M) kisses his lil slut as i play with her wet lil hole [7:57 AM]
(F) presses in to your hand touching me and kissing your lips hard. [7:56 AM]
(F) smiling, as i thought . and he does adhere to your rules in regards to my training here. [7:55 AM]
(M) reachesbetween her legs rubs her bald lil cunt i get it wheni want it weg [7:55 AM]
Now I've tried....really I have...but when those words travel from the optic nerve into my brain, my brain does not go "ooh" so much as it goes "oww".
So, girls...please help me out. What part of this triggers that gushy part of your mind that sends tingles all through you? What does one have to do to engage all your senses in that magical way that turns you into a dripping, quivering, delightful mess? Cause if that does it...well, then I am all but doomed.
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Could someone explain something to me?
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Posted:Sep 16, 2013 5:21 am
Last Updated:May 4, 2024 12:52 am 21708 Views
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Now I have been around for a while, and those who know me know that I tends to sit back and observe how people act and react. And as I do, one question always keeps popping into my head: What makes a scene "hot"?
For those of you curious as to what I mean, allow me to offer this priceless example.
(F) oh moans, wriggles against You. as You tease your little sluts very wet, cunt. . [7:58 AM]
(M) kisses his lil slut as i play with her wet lil hole [7:57 AM]
(F) presses in to your hand touching me and kissing your lips hard. [7:56 AM]
(F) smiling, as i thought . and he does adhere to your rules in regards to my training here. [7:55 AM]
(M) reachesbetween her legs rubs her bald lil cunt i get it wheni want it weg [7:55 AM]
Now I've tried....really I have...but when those words travel from the optic nerve into my brain, my brain does not go "ooh" so much as it goes "oww".
So, girls...please help me out. What part of this triggers that gushy part of your mind that sends tingles all through you? What does one have to do to engage all your senses in that magical way that turns you into a dripping, quivering, delightful mess? Cause if that does it...well, then I am all but doomed.
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A voiceless whisper
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Posted:Dec 12, 2011 5:50 am
Last Updated:May 4, 2024 12:52 am 22374 Views
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A voiceless whisper in the dark
Silent tongue calling out
In the shadows, watching, waiting
Whispered words in the virgin ear
Sending shivers down the spine
Awakening a dark desire
A carnal urge before unknown
Her knees grow weak
Her shallow breath
She searches the night
Looking for the one
Her One
The One that will complete her
That will make her whole
That will lead her from her past life
And bring her to her knees
Begging for Him
Aching for Him
Lost in hypnotic eyes
Succumbing to His will
The girl she was left behind
The woman He made her in its place
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Midnytemare's Lust
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Posted:Dec 12, 2011 5:42 am
Last Updated:Jul 13, 2016 3:01 am 22747 Views
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The breeze rushing through the open window sent a shiver down her spine, pulling her from a deep sleep. In a daze, she tried to remember if she'd left it open or not. The wind rushed through the room, blowing past the thin fabric of her nightgown. Rising slowly, she insticively looked out the window to make sure all was calm before closing it, latching it a slight fear growing in the back of her mind. She couldn't put her finger on it, but something seemed wrong. Shrugging it off as a lingering nightmare she couldn't remember, she made her way back to the large bed she slept in alone every night. As she reached the edge of the bed, something caught her attention...a shadow crawling across the floor in the corner of her eye.
"Is someone there?" She called out to the darkness, her voice a choked whisper. She felt foolish, passing it off as nothing as she climbed back into bed. Settling back in, her head fell to the side as she prepared to return to sleep when she saw the figure of a man standing at her bedside. In the night, she couldn't make out any of his features. He himself was like a shadow, completely hidden, except for silver eyes that watched her intently. The fear that started in the back of her mind quickly consumed her, as she pulled the blanket up to her neck. She tried to speak, tried to scream, but the words came out as shallow breaths. she started to shake, her body not responding to the commands her mind wanted to give. She couldn't run, couldn't scream...she just sat there wondering what this man was going to do. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pull herself to draw her gaze from those hypnotic eyes.
The figure moved closer, almost passing through the frame of the bed to stand next to her. Her head snapped to the other side, trembling as his fingers brushed against her cheek.She shivered, her eyes drifting closed for a moment at the gentle touch. For a moment, she confused herself, enjoying the touch of another...a touch she hadn't felt in quite some time. This man was so gentle, so inviting, she started to get lost in the sensations. She knew there was something about him...something that didn't feel quite right, but as his hands explored her body, she began to lose her fear.
She felt the nightgown tear away from her body, splitting down the front, revealing the naked flesh beneath. She tried to fight him, tried to resist, but her willpower dimished under the expert hands of this dark stranger. As his fingers found her nipples, she arched her back into the invasion, as if welcoming it. As his fingers danced over her breast, a soft moan escaped her lips, her legs pressing together, trying to deny the heat that was building between them. She felt lips press to hers, kissing her deeply, probing her mouth with his tongue. The kiss lasted only a few seconds, leaving her hungering for more. Instead, she found herself tilting her head to the side as those lips found her neck, feeding from her flesh, sucking against her throat. Her moans growing louder, , craning her neck to offer more to the stranger. Her own hands slipped between her legs, hoping to quell the burning sensation. Gasping and panting, she felt the rush build quickly, bringing herself to the edge for this man...
She snapped awake, breathing heavily, drenched in a cold sweat. Sunlight bathed into the room through the curtains, the morning greeting her. She looked around, searching for the man who was with her just a moment ago, rising to her feet. Her face flushed red as she saw the wet spot staining her sheets, where her fluids had leaked from her through the night. She realized that the experience was nothing more than a dream...and she seemed saddened by this. But as she looked in the mirror, she couldn't help but smile as she gaze on the deep red circle on her neck in the reflection.
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More to come
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Posted:Jun 9, 2010 4:35 am
Last Updated:Jul 13, 2016 3:12 am 22769 Views
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The scorching heat burned through the desert sky as the sun poured down over the bazaar. Merchants gathered here from across the sands, peddling wared from common necessities to the rare antiquities. It was on such days that princess Nahra would emerge from behind the castle gates to mingle with her subjects. She often found herself resenting her royalty, and hated having to spend so many days fending off would-be suitors, or accompanying her father to meet with other dignitaries. She found her joy with the commonfolk. Everyone knew and loved Nahra for her attitude towards those below her. She never felt like she had to impress anyone here; she could be herself. But there was one certain person who always seemed to catch her attention. A stranger to her land, he did not dress of royalty, but certainly someone of a higher class, like a wealthy merchant. What captivated her the most were his haunting blue eyes...something rarely if ever seen in this part of the world. She would watch him move through the streets as though he lived there his whole life, passing by men and women, never seeming to pay her much attention. Sometimes, he would stop for a moment and flirt with one of the younger women, and each time he would bring a rosy glow to their cheeks.
For weeks, Nahra would venture into the city streets, each time hoping that she would run into the handsome stranger. It never failed that whenever she would see him, his stunning blue eyes would make her knees tremble ever so slightly. It became so bad that even at night, in her bedroom high above the palace gates, his image would haunt her. In each one, she could feel his fingers touching her skin...his lips brushing along the soft flesh of her neck. The very thought of him sent shivers up and down her spine, and she would feel a heat that, until then, she never knew existed. Each of those dreams, each of those fantasies, would cause her fingers to dance along her body. Alone, wrapped in silk, she would explore every inch of herself, finding certain places that sent shocks through her. Her dreams were mild, having been secluded and knowing nothing of sex, but the thought of being close to that man drove her wild. Before long, her fingers found their way between her thighs, and in an instant she exploded in a sea of pleasure. Her orgasm sent her nearly shaking from her bed, her eyes shut tightly as her hips rocked back and forth, biting her lip to keep from screaming out. When the waves had finally rolled over her, Narha's eyes drifted open. Her eyes, glassy as they were, slowly regained their focus as she looked around the room, illuminated only by the soft moonlight that poured through the curtains.
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Things that bug me
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Posted:Oct 27, 2007 5:44 pm
Last Updated:Dec 13, 2011 11:54 am 22031 Views
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Alright, I feel the urge to vent, so I'm going to write down a list of things that people do here that bug me to no end. Feel free to comment or add your own if anyone actually reads this.
1: Over-usages of exclimation points!!!!!!! No one can possibly yell that loud, so using five to ten of these really isn't necessary. One almost always will suffice, and two to be used only in rare instances.
2: Netspeech. Alright, I understand the usefulness of it in cell-phone texting, but you have a large keyboard with all the letters right in front of you. Its safe to assume everyone passed third grade english, so they should know how to spell you, are, to...
3: Bad grammar. Again, its safe to assume everyone has gotten some sort of education, so know how to write a sentance. It's quite funny when someone who can hardly string a couple words in the right order tries to make you believe they have a job that requires some thought.
4: Men who think that claiming to be a Dom entitles them to being dicks. Normally, they will also do one of the above three things, but there are the tricky kind who just act like morons. They seem to believe that they can do whatever they want because they are all big and bad. They also resort to threats of physical harm when confronted, because they think everyone believes they will really drive/fly to wherever, find the person in question them, and try to fight. This is also quite funny.
Well, that's all for now, but check back for further installment to "What Pisses DS Off." Who knows...you might even find yourself on here.
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The checkmark
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Posted:May 28, 2006 7:50 pm
Last Updated:Dec 23, 2011 4:29 am 21809 Views
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This is just so that I can get my X turned into a check. That is all. Oh, and to say hi. So, hi.
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