SLIDING

The title of the poem is very apt. She slides the pants slowly, long before that you slid into her DM's, and then you slid something big, long hard somewhere n stuffs like that.
 
I like your writing, let's not spoil it.......... It was a joke...... Maybe a little homoerotic for your taste but still a joke....... I'll stick to the Bi sexual women inserts into your writings next time.

You say the all time dumbest shit on my pieces.
You might want to really look into why you have dick on the brain so much.

I wouldn't be saying this if you weren't the only person that said stupid shit like that...but hey its on you girlfriend.
 
You say the all time dumbest shit on my pieces.
You might want to really look into why you have dick on the brain so much.

I wouldn't be saying this if you weren't the only person that said stupid shit like that...but hey its on you girlfriend.

I understand, you're upset........... But in all seriousness it's the Berry........ Would you like me to commit E-suicide by Tranny porn?
 
I don't care what you do to be honest with you.
You'd only be back as somebody else anyway.

Nope this is pretty much me. I've never been banned and I've come and gone over the years, passwords lost or email addresses no longer used......

You seem to have take offence........ It's a karate forum.........
 
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In a digital realm where words take flight, A forum poster named Stoned Lemur, in sight, Pleads the need for change, a gentle stir, To halt the use of "sir," let's explore this concur.

Stoned Lemur, a username, a digital disguise, Through threads and comments, your presence does rise, Yet "sir" you utter, with respect or jest, But ponder the reasons to put it to rest.

"Sir" holds a weight, a title so grand, A sign of respect, in a courteous land, Yet, Stoned Lemur, it's often misplaced, In online exchanges, it's sometimes disgraced.

In this diverse world where voices unite, "Sir" can seem formal, or perhaps not quite right, For gender's a spectrum, identities diverse, And "sir" may not fit every conversational verse.

So, Stoned Lemur, hear this humble plea, Expand your vocabulary, set "sir" free, Use words that embrace all, without stereotype, In the digital cosmos, where knowledge takes flight.

Replace "sir" with a greeting more open and warm, One that respects all, regardless of form, Strengthen your words to unite and inspire, In this vast forum where thoughts never tire.

So, Stoned Lemur, let your words evolve, With empathy, respect, let your issues resolve, In this virtual world, let your messages align, With the diverse voices, let your language entwine.
 
She asks me, if I want to take her panties off...but I shake my head no because I can't even speak... I'm weak.
You got to get in there and rip those panties off with your teeth like a gentleman, sir!

Great one SL. Very erotic. Write one of these involving Sexymama and sherdog might explode!
 
She slides her pants down slowly, real slow.
Slow like molasses on a winters day, and she says "did you ever see something so delicious"?

I said no ma'am, but can I see some more?
She only had her pants halfway down her ass and Im already starting to sweat.
She leaves her pants there, with just the top half poking out...im dying.

She takes her shirt off, but leaves the bra...she looks at me, and her eyes say I'm in trouble tonight...and I'm ready.
She starts sliding her pants off again, the light from outside is making her glow like an angel.

Her pants are at her knees, they fall to her feet...her silhouette is one of a goddess.
She gently kicks her pants to the side, and I'm vibrating inside like it was 20° below...she has me absolutely twisted.

She takes off the bra in what seems like zero motion...she looks at me again and my eyes are fixed like headlights on her.
I steady my breath, because I'm breathing like a panting dog.

She asks me, if I want to take her panties off...but I shake my head no because I can't even speak... I'm weak.
Sitting on the chair I watch as she removes them with absolute elegance.

She walks over to me...slowly, I can count her toes hitting the floor.
She straddles me, and I enter her soul with a slow penetrating thrust...I must, calm the fuck down if this is going to last.

We ride each other into the night as we've done so many times, but this one feels different.
It feels deeper, desperately holding on for dear life as she wraps her legs around me ever so tight, she's glowing in the night, and our passions are taking flight...and we...finally arrive.

I recline the chair and she collapses on my chest like a broken toy.
As we hold each other, whispering sweet nothings into each other's eyes...the world could end right now, and I'd be ready to die.

~SL
Just in time for Friday night. Wifey and I will have some time tonight to.... "reminisce on a great work". Maybe even recreate it. Good stuff Lemur - very evocative as usual. Even I want to count her toes. And I like her bold question about culinary tastes. I bet she serves fine dishes indeed. Enjoy - I did!
 
Just in time for Friday night. Wifey and I will have some time tonight to.... "reminisce on a great work". Maybe even recreate it. Good stuff Lemur - very evocative as usual. Even I want to count her toes. And I like her bold question about culinary tastes. I bet she serves fine dishes indeed. Enjoy - I did!

Hope you enjoyed sir ;)
 
You got to get in there and rip those panties off with your teeth like a gentleman, sir!

Great one SL. Very erotic. Write one of these involving Sexymama and sherdog might explode!

I would normally get in there with the teeth, because I'm a gentleman....but in this instance I just wanted to watch lol.
 
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