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Pinworm

Pinworm

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Metasynth said:
I dunno, I really think the problem is finding good slaves...People just can't take pain like they used to...

...belonged to a nudist colony till teens, swingers and sadists in the family growing up.
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I love some pain. I enjoy a good beating. I like being nakey, too.
 
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iamnobody

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Fucking sluts man.

Was at a pool party today and this chick stole my raft. No big deal I just flipped her. From there she tried to steal my trunks. Wouldn't have been so bad if her husband, my wife, and most importantly her kid (who was 4) weren't all in the pool with us.


Other then that had a pretty great time. Got to drink some top shelf whiskey (only 1 cocktail didn't want to over do it), sporting a nice lobster tan, almost got blown up, and won the cannon ball contest, best couple contest, and the super soaker war.
 
greenswag

greenswag

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my best friend and I are so...fucking stoned in the longest time. Sitting outside enjoying the stars, the fireworks were amazing. Oh yeah and the grass is yeah.
 
Pinworm

Pinworm

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Pinworm

Pinworm

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No need to be bashful here, Sir. A little anonymous companionship never hurt anyone. And, if it did, well, that's 5 bucks extra. Talk about your entry level debauchery, though. A hard-on seemed, as unlikely here, as the life size portrait of Iceberg Slim with his nads in the deep fryer that hung on the feaux velvet wallpaper...but i didn't come here for S&M greenstamps. A fancy patter was starting to wear on my nerves. I grabbed a hold of the collar on his over-sized polyester trench coat and gave a healthy knee. The scent of cheap cologne played off the chartreuse fringe and personalized nameplate. And how about Pinky Slim? She's got Lou Gherigs disease, and she's willing to share. Is this guy pulling my leg or yanking my chain? What kind of a greasy world did I slid into this time? And, why have I tempted the ecoli call of carnality? I guess because the business of pleasure's a rough one. No quarter asks without a nickel and dime in return. And, it wasn't over yet, not by a long shot...If you can't settle on a whole one, why not sample a piece from our a-la-carte menu? Mix and match exotic genitalia until it's all you can't stand. A pornucopia buffet. A real mess of satisfying passions for the man on the go. After all you deserve a break..And, for a nickel, I'd blow your swollen head off. For a dime, I'm authorized to swallow the bullet. I pulled the trigger, with a thunderous internal applause. An avalanche of course faced Glamourettes, screaming from the back room. Followed in short order by an army of lunch hour romeos, cubing their faces and pulling their drawers up. Then...raised and confused...looking like a rag-trade cover girl became suzie q. Her lips were black and crimson. Her hair teased up ina ratty beaufont. The final effect left no doubt that she was fucking cradle baby. If I ever wondered what kind of a twisted wreck could lust after one so young and obliging, I suddenly saw the rear view mirror turned directly on yours truly. And I felt that kind of lurid desire that no one but that fatale femme had ever aroused before. With friends like that, who needs enemies? She teetered on razor sharp heels for a second. Peeped through my looking glass hormones. Could fill a burning chasm with what she knew. With what I knew she knew. She was younger than springtime and too high to care. She merged with the harlot stampede. I had the urge to tell her that his feelings were far from paternal, but stratagey dictated otherwise. A sweet young thing alone and headless on a string dangling in front of a diabolical planet. Nothing but cannonfodder. Goodbye cruel world. I thought about chasing her down, but I knew he'd wind up in the bars far from tonight looking for romantic retribution. And he wouldn't be alone.....
 
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