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Feb. 17th, 2003 05:21 pmThis cracked Noelle up, and I, particularly when we got the following result:
You have slain me! No attacker's spear could strike me down as thoroughly as your sweet actions! I am spent, and may greet St. Peter with a tired grin.
We're finding a few others...
Quickly, my love! These bonds excite me to a fever's pitch but I fear me that the Lady will soon be wanting her petticoats back!
bzarcher Well, heh. The joys of nobility. How you have served me! I am ruin'd. Now, dress quickly, before the Count returns!
demeterschild wants someone to say the following to her and 'mean it': You bewitching vision, you have stolen my heart, my soul, and my spunk! .
This one apparently "Drips Sex":Open wide that pouting-lipt mouth, that I might unleash my sweet loving fury!
demeterschild: "Hot Damn!" Please sir, I beg you! Ease back your attack so that I may compose myself to compass the admission of that stupendous head of your machine!
Swallow it all and be glad, for a shilling I've paid and a shilling's worth I'll be having! Gabe: "Ahhh, the age of elegant whoring."
Please, my heart's fluttering so, in rivulets of fire! Quickly, unleash your fluids and put it out!
demeterschild: "Not bad...I could see about doing that." Your cunny has grasped me and milked me of my passions!
bzarcher: Hrm....hey, look, it's what happens when you take your consumptive girl to fatal orgasm. Oh! Oh, it is too much, I am going... O!
This comment alone creates the "foreplay section":Pray, allow me to feast my eyes with the touch and perusal, feast my lips with kisses of the highest relish!
demeterschild: Hello, Hyatt. I am quite sick with delight!
Ahhh, yes. Spelling errors. Perhaps because they're typing while having sex?
My life! My soul! The springs of pleasure are wound to such a pitch that I cannot help but succumb to extacy!
bzarcher I still like this one... You darling, darling! You wield that cane as if to the manor born!
bzarcher Ahhh, yes. The female orgasm. Scientifically impossible, yet so fun to seek. My very being is dissolving into waves of pleasure and liquid pearls!
demeterschild Mmm. Provocatives? That's fun. Oh! such rare and exquisite provocatives!
And of course, we can all get behind... Ah! hurt me now, or I'll bite you!
Oh my dearest, pull out your mighty stallion and let my thighs and linens receive your effusion!
bzarcher: Did we do this one yet?
Ah! I to a fucking do a martyr die!
demeterschild: If we did, it deserves mentioning again.
Harder and again, my darling, I feel my oceans coming upon me!
bzarcher: Well, I've heard of being flooded before...but...
demeterschild: Oceans? Oceans.
Redouble the active energy of your thrusts, lest I die from my own inflamed appetites!
demeterschild: I like that one....
Strike me sharply Emil, afore I think you effeminate!
All 3: ".....HAHAHAHAHAHHHHHAHAAHH!"
Another one for the foreplay list...
Your lips pursue me, so that I cannot escape from kissing them in purest self-defense!
You have slain me! No attacker's spear could strike me down as thoroughly as your sweet actions! I am spent, and may greet St. Peter with a tired grin.
We're finding a few others...
Quickly, my love! These bonds excite me to a fever's pitch but I fear me that the Lady will soon be wanting her petticoats back!
This one apparently "Drips Sex":Open wide that pouting-lipt mouth, that I might unleash my sweet loving fury!
Swallow it all and be glad, for a shilling I've paid and a shilling's worth I'll be having! Gabe: "Ahhh, the age of elegant whoring."
Please, my heart's fluttering so, in rivulets of fire! Quickly, unleash your fluids and put it out!
This comment alone creates the "foreplay section":Pray, allow me to feast my eyes with the touch and perusal, feast my lips with kisses of the highest relish!
Ahhh, yes. Spelling errors. Perhaps because they're typing while having sex?
My life! My soul! The springs of pleasure are wound to such a pitch that I cannot help but succumb to extacy!
And of course, we can all get behind... Ah! hurt me now, or I'll bite you!
Oh my dearest, pull out your mighty stallion and let my thighs and linens receive your effusion!
Ah! I to a fucking do a martyr die!
Harder and again, my darling, I feel my oceans coming upon me!
Redouble the active energy of your thrusts, lest I die from my own inflamed appetites!
Strike me sharply Emil, afore I think you effeminate!
All 3: ".....HAHAHAHAHAHHHHHAHAAHH!"
Another one for the foreplay list...
Your lips pursue me, so that I cannot escape from kissing them in purest self-defense!