I pretty sure any book with a description like this is going to be fucking suburb.
"It's difficult to love a woman whose vagina is a gateway to the world of the dead."
- The Haunted Vagina by Carlton Mellick III, description from Amazon.com
SO, I sure haven't updated this in quite sometime. I go through my phases I suppose. In all honesty I don't even look at three quarters of the sets that are posted here anymore, nothing has really caught my eye for a while. I do however really enjoy the news threads and I read them religiously. It's sort of like buying Playboy for the articles, which is something I miss doing: someone bought Brad's mother a subscription to Playboy, being the paranoid freak that she is she thought it was her ex-husband trying to give people the impression that she was a lesbian, whatever, I benefited from the situation greatly while I lived with her.
Anyways, I thought I'd share a story I read in the LJ community bad_sex:
I am the causer of "bad" sex with my delightful friend with benefits.
So last night I'm crashing at his place, mostly out of convenience, and neither of us is expecting anything to happen because we are more friends than anything and tend to hang out pretty often. So at a certain point we get to goofing around and somehow we start play-fighting and wrestling on the bed. Well, he is a brown belt in karate and as a part of his training has learned techniques in all things, including some grappling, so he pins me rather quickly. I become aroused.
So he lies down on his back beside me and I climb on top of him, straddling him. He laughs at how easily I was turned on but indicates that he's not particularly dying for it himself. So I raise an eyebrow and proceed to kiss him, kiss his neck, all the while gently rubbing myself against his package, and then I lean down and whisper in his ear:
"We are the Borg! Resistance is futile!"
He made a squished up face and rolled his eyes, but somehow I was unable to stop -- We made out for a while and then I found myself whispering, "I want your deep space nine!"
And then when he went to pleasure me: "Make it so!"
I'm pretty sure I even asked him to "Remove his cloaking device" when he was still wearing boxers...
In the end, I was laughing my ass off and he was taking it with good humor (he knows I'm a big big geek), but after my last remark he was like "OK seriously, NO MAN FINDS PICARD THAT SEXY!!"
*Sigh*
Geekin' aint easy...
Source.
"It's difficult to love a woman whose vagina is a gateway to the world of the dead."
- The Haunted Vagina by Carlton Mellick III, description from Amazon.com
SO, I sure haven't updated this in quite sometime. I go through my phases I suppose. In all honesty I don't even look at three quarters of the sets that are posted here anymore, nothing has really caught my eye for a while. I do however really enjoy the news threads and I read them religiously. It's sort of like buying Playboy for the articles, which is something I miss doing: someone bought Brad's mother a subscription to Playboy, being the paranoid freak that she is she thought it was her ex-husband trying to give people the impression that she was a lesbian, whatever, I benefited from the situation greatly while I lived with her.
Anyways, I thought I'd share a story I read in the LJ community bad_sex:
I am the causer of "bad" sex with my delightful friend with benefits.
So last night I'm crashing at his place, mostly out of convenience, and neither of us is expecting anything to happen because we are more friends than anything and tend to hang out pretty often. So at a certain point we get to goofing around and somehow we start play-fighting and wrestling on the bed. Well, he is a brown belt in karate and as a part of his training has learned techniques in all things, including some grappling, so he pins me rather quickly. I become aroused.
So he lies down on his back beside me and I climb on top of him, straddling him. He laughs at how easily I was turned on but indicates that he's not particularly dying for it himself. So I raise an eyebrow and proceed to kiss him, kiss his neck, all the while gently rubbing myself against his package, and then I lean down and whisper in his ear:
"We are the Borg! Resistance is futile!"
He made a squished up face and rolled his eyes, but somehow I was unable to stop -- We made out for a while and then I found myself whispering, "I want your deep space nine!"
And then when he went to pleasure me: "Make it so!"
I'm pretty sure I even asked him to "Remove his cloaking device" when he was still wearing boxers...
In the end, I was laughing my ass off and he was taking it with good humor (he knows I'm a big big geek), but after my last remark he was like "OK seriously, NO MAN FINDS PICARD THAT SEXY!!"
*Sigh*
Geekin' aint easy...
Source.