Chewing on straws and those long plastic bags that popsicles come in...

Human Replica Droid · 07-01-2003, 06:37 PM

Gross, but ever so satisfying!

Nothing/everything · 07-01-2003, 06:40 PM

i have the tendency to chew on wooden icecream sticks

bu i always end up with a bleeding mouth

Mayfuck · 07-01-2003, 06:41 PM

OMG I love chewing on straws.

Human Replica Droid · 07-01-2003, 06:44 PM

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Originally posted by Mayfuck
OMG I love chewing on straws.

I fold them up in zags and then chew them up 'til I can fit the whole straw in my mouth like it's gum.

Mayfuck · 07-01-2003, 06:47 PM

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Originally posted by Human Replica Droid

I fold them up in zags and then chew them up 'til I can fit the whole straw in my mouth like it's gum.

Yeah yeah! I love that.

Human Replica Droid · 07-01-2003, 06:48 PM

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Originally posted by Mayfuck

Yeah yeah! I love that.

Yay, Julio! ::claps::

palidor · 07-01-2003, 07:00 PM

http://www.nerdvision.net/jason/wwfpics/vincestacy5.jpg

beef curtains · 07-01-2003, 07:59 PM

“Yes, it was quite an enjoyable evening,” Andrea said.

“Well, I’m totally jealous,” the blonde, Nicole, said, wistfully. “I need a new boyfriend, I must say.”

“Well, you can’t have this one,” the brunette giggled. “I don’t share.”

“Your ex never tried to get you to do a threesome? That’s such a guy thing,” Nicole said, sipping her coffee. They were alone in the lunchroom of the small office.

“No, he didn’t. Actually, he was the opposite. He told me that if I wanted to see what it was like to be with another woman, he didn’t want to be around, that way I would have an opinion that wasn’t influenced by him.”

“That’s pretty cool of him,” Nicole said, nodding. “I had a boyfriend in college who was always trying to push me into a threesome. I mean, I was curious, but he was always so pushy about it.”

“And did you ever satisfy your curiosity?” Andrea asked.

“Uh-huh,” Nicole smiled. “And you, have you ever had a ‘curiosity’ you wanted to explore?”

“I do,” Andrea nodded. “I want to find out what it’s like to be a sub.”

“A sub?”

“Yeah, ‘sub,’ short for ‘submissive.’ As in, I like to be told what to do. I like to be made to do things.”

“Wow,” Nicole gasped. “I don’t know if I could ever do that.”

“No, I can see that,” Andrea agreed. “But I’ll bet you would enjoy taking control. You know, make him do what you want when you want it.”

“Hmmm…I can see that,” Nicole giggled.

“But I have this fantasy,” Andrea continued. “I want to just completely give up control. Maybe even let him tie me up a bit…tease me…build me up, but stop short…then do it again…”

Andrea’s face grew flush as she talked, her chest visibly rising and falling.

“Oh, I love when a guy does that,” Nicole agreed. “I like being taken to the edge, but not over it, then having him bring me back and do it again. It’s exciting, almost painful. It really gets me wet, and when I finally do cum, I’m screaming.” Nicole was now as flushed as Andrea as she squirmed a bit in her chair.

“Well, imagine being done like that, but your hands are tied up; you can’t do anything about what he’s doing, totally out of control as he licks and touches you.”

“I still don’t know about that,” Nicole said. “I don’t know if I could trust someone that much. But I do like the idea of being done all over. Maybe I could just lay there and give in,” she giggled.

Andrea smiled. “That’s the thing, though, if you’re not restrained, you have the option stop it. I don’t want the option. A little scared, a lot turned on.”

“A lot wet,” Nicole laughed. “Like me right now.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Me too,” Andrea smiled. “Good thing everyone else went out to lunch today. I’d be embarrassed to let the others see me this worked up.”

“They would just be bitchy about you having a new stud-puppet,” Nicole laughed. “They wouldn’t want to hear about your thighs getting licked. Personally, I think you need to find out if he’s got a twin brother. All I can think about now is having a guy’s tongue inside me.”

“Mmmmm…that’s a hot thought. And having his fingers all over me, pressing my clit in as his tongue works me. Maybe even a finger up my butt.”

“Then have him climb on top and put it in slowly,” Nicole continued. “Just a few strokes, get it really wet, then take it out and rub the head on my clit, then let me kiss it and suck the juices off.”

“Ohhhh…and if I’m tied up, I’d have to do what he wants,” Andrea said. If he wanted to mount me, I couldn’t stop him. If he wants to make me cum, he gets to do it.”

Nicole’s breathing was now audible as they talked. Turning around to look through the lunchroom door, she began to rub her thighs slowly up and down, hiking up her knee-length skirt in the process. Closing her eyes, she slid her fingers into her panties and continued the scene.

“Then have him really fuck me, my hips moving up and down…squeezing his cock so tight…really working him…so wet, so hot…all the way in, then out, then in again…slowly, watching him go in and out…”

Andrea was stunned, watching her friend now totally lost in herself. She unbuttoned her jeans and eased the zipper down, reaching in to touch herself. Startled by how wet the conversation had gotten her, she slid her jeans off her hips, along with her bikini panties. Spreading her thighs a bit, she held out her left wrist and imagined it tied down to the bed as her right hand found her button and rubbed. Faster and faster, her moans mingled with her friend’s as she built herself up to climax.

She could hear Nicole take several quick breaths as she approached her own orgasm. Letting out a low moan, Andrea slid two fingers of her left hand all the way inside as her right hand furiously circled her clit. Arching her back and bucking her hips, she bit her lip to keep from crying out as the orgasmic wave hit her, leaving her shuddering and shaking, her jeans now around her ankles from all her movements.

When she finally opened her eyes, she saw Nicole was standing, adjusting her skirt, then reaching into her purse for a brush. Andrea quickly composed her thoughts and pulled up her panties and jeans, grabbing her own brush and fixing her hair. Nicole walked over to the sink and dampened two paper towels, handing one to Andrea.

They both cooled down a bit and left the lunchroom, not speaking a word.

Lie · 07-01-2003, 08:33 PM

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Originally posted by So very sad about me

That had so much potential.

07-01-2003, 06:37 PM	#1
Human Replica Droid Ownz Location: O to the H Posts: 870	Chewing on straws and those long plastic bags that popsicles come in... Gross, but ever so satisfying!

07-01-2003, 06:40 PM	#2
Nothing/everything Minion of Satan Location: Groningen; Netherlands Posts: 8,000	i have the tendency to chew on wooden icecream sticks bu i always end up with a bleeding mouth

07-01-2003, 06:41 PM	#3
Mayfuck Banned Location: i'm from japan also hollywood Posts: 57,812	OMG I love chewing on straws.

07-01-2003, 07:00 PM	#7
palidor Apocalyptic Poster Location: Minnesota Posts: 2,073	http://www.nerdvision.net/jason/wwfpics/vincestacy5.jpg

07-01-2003, 07:59 PM	#8
beef curtains Immortal Location: I like me so much better when you're naked Posts: 21,752	“Yes, it was quite an enjoyable evening,” Andrea said. “Well, I’m totally jealous,” the blonde, Nicole, said, wistfully. “I need a new boyfriend, I must say.” “Well, you can’t have this one,” the brunette giggled. “I don’t share.” “Your ex never tried to get you to do a threesome? That’s such a guy thing,” Nicole said, sipping her coffee. They were alone in the lunchroom of the small office. “No, he didn’t. Actually, he was the opposite. He told me that if I wanted to see what it was like to be with another woman, he didn’t want to be around, that way I would have an opinion that wasn’t influenced by him.” “That’s pretty cool of him,” Nicole said, nodding. “I had a boyfriend in college who was always trying to push me into a threesome. I mean, I was curious, but he was always so pushy about it.” “And did you ever satisfy your curiosity?” Andrea asked. “Uh-huh,” Nicole smiled. “And you, have you ever had a ‘curiosity’ you wanted to explore?” “I do,” Andrea nodded. “I want to find out what it’s like to be a sub.” “A sub?” “Yeah, ‘sub,’ short for ‘submissive.’ As in, I like to be told what to do. I like to be made to do things.” “Wow,” Nicole gasped. “I don’t know if I could ever do that.” “No, I can see that,” Andrea agreed. “But I’ll bet you would enjoy taking control. You know, make him do what you want when you want it.” “Hmmm…I can see that,” Nicole giggled. “But I have this fantasy,” Andrea continued. “I want to just completely give up control. Maybe even let him tie me up a bit…tease me…build me up, but stop short…then do it again…” Andrea’s face grew flush as she talked, her chest visibly rising and falling. “Oh, I love when a guy does that,” Nicole agreed. “I like being taken to the edge, but not over it, then having him bring me back and do it again. It’s exciting, almost painful. It really gets me wet, and when I finally do cum, I’m screaming.” Nicole was now as flushed as Andrea as she squirmed a bit in her chair. “Well, imagine being done like that, but your hands are tied up; you can’t do anything about what he’s doing, totally out of control as he licks and touches you.” “I still don’t know about that,” Nicole said. “I don’t know if I could trust someone that much. But I do like the idea of being done all over. Maybe I could just lay there and give in,” she giggled. Andrea smiled. “That’s the thing, though, if you’re not restrained, you have the option stop it. I don’t want the option. A little scared, a lot turned on.” “A lot wet,” Nicole laughed. “Like me right now.” “Really?” “Really.” “Me too,” Andrea smiled. “Good thing everyone else went out to lunch today. I’d be embarrassed to let the others see me this worked up.” “They would just be bitchy about you having a new stud-puppet,” Nicole laughed. “They wouldn’t want to hear about your thighs getting licked. Personally, I think you need to find out if he’s got a twin brother. All I can think about now is having a guy’s tongue inside me.” “Mmmmm…that’s a hot thought. And having his fingers all over me, pressing my clit in as his tongue works me. Maybe even a finger up my butt.” “Then have him climb on top and put it in slowly,” Nicole continued. “Just a few strokes, get it really wet, then take it out and rub the head on my clit, then let me kiss it and suck the juices off.” “Ohhhh…and if I’m tied up, I’d have to do what he wants,” Andrea said. If he wanted to mount me, I couldn’t stop him. If he wants to make me cum, he gets to do it.” Nicole’s breathing was now audible as they talked. Turning around to look through the lunchroom door, she began to rub her thighs slowly up and down, hiking up her knee-length skirt in the process. Closing her eyes, she slid her fingers into her panties and continued the scene. “Then have him really fuck me, my hips moving up and down…squeezing his cock so tight…really working him…so wet, so hot…all the way in, then out, then in again…slowly, watching him go in and out…” Andrea was stunned, watching her friend now totally lost in herself. She unbuttoned her jeans and eased the zipper down, reaching in to touch herself. Startled by how wet the conversation had gotten her, she slid her jeans off her hips, along with her bikini panties. Spreading her thighs a bit, she held out her left wrist and imagined it tied down to the bed as her right hand found her button and rubbed. Faster and faster, her moans mingled with her friend’s as she built herself up to climax. She could hear Nicole take several quick breaths as she approached her own orgasm. Letting out a low moan, Andrea slid two fingers of her left hand all the way inside as her right hand furiously circled her clit. Arching her back and bucking her hips, she bit her lip to keep from crying out as the orgasmic wave hit her, leaving her shuddering and shaking, her jeans now around her ankles from all her movements. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw Nicole was standing, adjusting her skirt, then reaching into her purse for a brush. Andrea quickly composed her thoughts and pulled up her panties and jeans, grabbing her own brush and fixing her hair. Nicole walked over to the sink and dampened two paper towels, handing one to Andrea. They both cooled down a bit and left the lunchroom, not speaking a word.