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a cock rubbing you in all the right places??
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Just Hook it to My Veins!
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IT FEELS LIKE HOME ~
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I'd like to know. I'm an impressionable virgin.
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i wouldn't know
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Warm Apple Pie
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*pulls out wang* *notices it looks like a half roll of tums* *puts it away* |
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ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! I found out, don't worry:
The act of defocation, usually on someone's chest where the temperature of the atmosphere is low enough that "steam" is given off from the fecal matter. The cleveland steamer often involves the use of seran wrap. Though it was the middle of winter, I choose to turn the temperature down very low and give her a cleveland steamer. |
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cherrybombs, Red Bulls, and vodka. No really, I'm not a lush.
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mmm....it's awesome. like being filled up just right.
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it's receded into the depths of my abdomen canalized, if you will if i had a huge curved wang like ******, i might post it right now; a few beers will do the trick...and i need a webcam i guess *opens another PBR* *looks for car keys and best buy gift certificate* |
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The Internet makes learning fun!
http://www.geocities.com/cc_ssd/samurai.html "Samurai," whispered Kirk, writhing a little against Sulu's hands, grinding his pelvis against the table. "Perfect. Brutal, violent. Handsome. Fuck me, Sulu. You know you want to. You know you're angry--Why did my other half" --he corrected himself swiftly-- "Why did it take me so long to think of a shuttle? Make me suffer for it, show me what you've got. Show me that Samurai pride." Sulu felt a silver cloud of rage sweep around him. This *bastard,* this *idiot* had nearly killed him and his landing party. He was not a leader to be respected. Nothing was bad enough for him, nothing too painful for him to suffer. This beautiful golden-haired man, the best in the Fleet the brass had said--he'd show this arrogant fool what it meant to be alive, *alive*-- Hardly thinking, he ripped down the other man's pants as well as his own. Without hesitation Sulu plunged forward, hammering himself against the other's ass. Kirk hissed at his entrance and struggled beneath him, lasciviously. Triumph sang in Sulu's ears as he heard the other man feel pain. §§ you must penetrate the depths of your enemy. penetrate with your sword, with your body, with your spirit §§ As the helmsman heaved against him, Kirk gradually shifted his posture. Sulu's hands left the other's imprisoned forearms and moved to his waist, where he had better control of the older man's pelvis. Kirk made no effort to get up, now that he was free. §§godsssss so tight§§ Sulu held his position for a fractional moment, letting Kirk feel him sink all the way in. This man deserved as much pain as possible. §§can you remember your crew *now*?§§ Kirk turned his head and remarked, matter-of-factly, "You're weak. You can't do it, can you? You can't make me…" The helmsman leaned forward and grabbed the other's earlobe in his teeth hard enough to draw blood. Kirk broke off his sentence in a groan. Sulu flicked a lightning-hot tongue across Kirk's ear and murmured, "Watch me." Quickly he ripped off his dress jacket and jerked it into a kind of knot around Kirk's wrists. The older man began writhing in hard anticipation. "Tighter," hummed the captain. "Make my arms hurt." Sulu clawed his hands along the other man's flanks and Kirk threw his head backward and shouted. §§confront your enemy with the point of your sword…§§ Again Sulu seized Kirk's hips in his hands. He spread his fingers wide and dug them hard into Kirk's flesh. He shifted his weight and arched himself into his work like he was climbing a mountain. He slammed against the other over and over, feeling he'd never been so large in his life, never been so *alive*. So---warm, so not-dead. Below him Kirk was breathing hard as his body was shoved forward and back by the strength of Sulu's thrusts. Fleetingly Sulu wondered about Kirk's sexual background. But as the rhythm of his body took over, his mind closed on just the one thing--he would *own* Kirk, he would *punish* Kirk, he would *show* Kirk--- After a long, savage series of strokes, Sulu came in agony, his conscience howling that this was all wrong, if good--all wrong all wrong--- * * * He pulled himself free and dropped into his chair with an arm across his eyes. He could hear Kirk drag himself upright against the table. He opened his eyes and found the other man grinning at him sardonically. Kirk caressed his still-engorged penis with a now-free hand and said, "I told you. You couldn't make me come, could you? Couldn't even tie me up right. It was a good ride, Sulu, but not good enough. Guess I'll have to keep looking. Possibly Mr. Spock is free--he looks strong. Or Dr. McCoy, with his interesting banquet of drugs…" Lovingly Kirk began to stroke himself. He swung his hips forward toward his helmsman and said, "How about a quick lick for the road?" Sulu turned his head away, and the next sounds he heard were of Kirk laughing loudly as he pulled up his pants and left the suite. The doors snapped open and shut. Wearily, Sulu got to his feet and tried to pull himself together. He had been excused from bridge duty for this shift, but lingering in a captain's suite was a bad idea. Especially *this* captain. |
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cherrybombs, Red Bulls, and vodka. No really, I'm not a lush.
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