reading bad poetry about people fucking you - C/D?

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People love Gravity and Ebullition! (ex machina), Friday, 25 June 2004 15:35 (twenty-one years ago)

But I thought you were a virgin?

Huk-El (Horace Mann), Friday, 25 June 2004 15:36 (twenty-one years ago)

(in the ass)

People love Gravity and Ebullition! (ex machina), Friday, 25 June 2004 15:37 (twenty-one years ago)

*thinking about cut and pasting*

People love Gravity and Ebullition! (ex machina), Friday, 25 June 2004 15:38 (twenty-one years ago)

A poem about my first sex encounter with Jon, January 2002

Trivial pursuit
I never remembered that fucking baseball player's name
Even though he had answered the question in the game right before it
I'm so stupid
I pulled the blanket over my head
And he pulled it off and kissed me
Then he fingered me on the futon in the basement
And I was like, "um, okay."

We drove in my mom's minivan to Wegmans
Condoms on shopper's club this week- 50 cents off.
I sat in the parking lot picking at my pubes while he
Frantic
Cock stuffed into tight work pants
Ran through the aisles inside.

I waved to my sociology teacher in the parking lot
Who looked guilty with a plastic bag of his own.
Could he be having midnight rendevous too?
Grandma's sheets, dirty pube filled beds next to paintings done in childhood
In the mothball infested underground cavern of lust?
Perhaps.

His cock was really surprisingly big for his body.
He's really short and skinny but that schlong is huge!!!
I got scared.
He was going to rip me apart.
As he pushed in and out, grunting and groaning,
I thought of that fucking baseball player,
And if I'd remember his name next time.

emmmm, Friday, 25 June 2004 15:49 (twenty-one years ago)

WINK WINK!

emmmm, Friday, 25 June 2004 15:50 (twenty-one years ago)

hahahaha

People love Gravity and Ebullition! (ex machina), Friday, 25 June 2004 15:50 (twenty-one years ago)

somewhere out there
folded in the fabric
of packed bed sheets
is all the skin I lost that night
tossing and turning
over a gorgeous body
not wanting to let go of mine

he held me after
kissed my cheeks my ears my nose
laid out in a pool of sweat
we drifted off together

I dream of that night
every time I close my eyes
knowing full well that it won’t last
that the next night
won’t be the same
he’ll only come once
and I won’t at all

pseudo romance is short lived
sex sold me my dreams
that make great for masturbation
and fade when I’m done

People love Gravity and Ebullition! (ex machina), Friday, 25 June 2004 15:51 (twenty-one years ago)

onsentual lust
under green light
a faithful lover
waiting by the phone

a whore of a woman
glad and guilty
finally released
from fantasies
sexual tension
and the like

two hot bodies
entwined in dirty bedsheets
under green light
in tiny apartment rooms

so symbolic

she is free from wondering
what that touch is like

a whore of a woman
holding a knife
to plunge into her lover's heart
should she ever tell

always remembering
how that touch felt
and the glow of green light

People love Gravity and Ebullition! (ex machina), Friday, 25 June 2004 15:52 (twenty-one years ago)

awh, her's is more romantic

emmmmm, Friday, 25 June 2004 15:52 (twenty-one years ago)

hmm, maybe i shouldn't have posted with my real name and email here!

ohno (ex machina), Friday, 25 June 2004 15:52 (twenty-one years ago)

Another poem for jon that I just wrote
taking place February 2002

OMFG!
My mom is so dumb. She invited Jon to
Sleep
Over
For as long as he wants to stay to save on GAS!
HAHAHAHAHA

More grunting and groaning
But now he has to sleep in the pool of semen he creates

Dinner at an indian restaurant,
after we fucked a lot.

That night i find out he's sleeping with 3 other people.
Oops.
that hurt my feelings!

emmmm, Friday, 25 June 2004 16:00 (twenty-one years ago)

Springtime's worms
Jon, February 2003

The suggestion baffles my ears
as we lay on my bed and my mom makes dinner

My vagina's not good enough anymore?

You want to stick it in my dirt box?

I don't have any lube but that's no matter
you say spit will work just fine.
But in a second i'm crying and pushing you off.

This isnt what's supposed to be done
on the frilly floral bedspread,
listening to a cd of TS Eliot reading his own work.

Prufrock indeed!

emmmmm, Friday, 25 June 2004 16:04 (twenty-one years ago)

"You want to stick it in my dirt box?"

Fucking hell.

Sick Mouthy (Nick Southall), Friday, 25 June 2004 16:24 (twenty-one years ago)

alanis morissette to thread.

teeny (teeny), Friday, 25 June 2004 16:26 (twenty-one years ago)

i thought this was going to be a pinefox thread

charltonlido (gareth), Friday, 25 June 2004 16:28 (twenty-one years ago)

this thread puts me in the mood.

dyson (dyson), Friday, 25 June 2004 16:31 (twenty-one years ago)

...well, a mood.

dyson (dyson), Friday, 25 June 2004 16:31 (twenty-one years ago)


could have been
walks through grassy fields
hand in sweaty hand
nervous bellies
beautiful love
bodies twisting
could have been great

deliberate brutal sex master
random gentle love dreamer

stars do not collide
in this galaxy
no rocket ship will reach
no celestial mappings will chart
Galileo, Nostradamus, DaVinci useless

past its prime
love lost that
which it never gained
left standing
in its wake
tidal waves crashing down
upon a budding
relationship that was
never even planted in the first place

opposites
they attract
but rarely ever stick
look how it started
tumultuous chaotic forbidden
all circumstances leading to doom

still, though
smitten was once the word
of the day
and we are dead now
but it
could have been great

HAHAHA THIS ONE REFERENCES MY OKCUPID.COM SEX TYPE OH NO HAHAHA ROFFLE

People love Gravity and Ebullition! (ex machina), Friday, 25 June 2004 16:32 (twenty-one years ago)

"deliberate brutal sex master"

"tumultuous chaotic forbidden"

Some of this sounds very magnetic poetry.

Laura E (laurae55), Friday, 25 June 2004 16:34 (twenty-one years ago)

wait, am i alanis or is she?
someone told me i looked like avril once.

Actually i think it was jon.

*BARF!*

emmmm, Friday, 25 June 2004 16:48 (twenty-one years ago)

when you had bad hair

People love Gravity and Ebullition! (ex machina), Friday, 25 June 2004 16:53 (twenty-one years ago)

and wear a lot of eyeliner too i think

emmmmm, Friday, 25 June 2004 17:09 (twenty-one years ago)

Kind of like Spike from original Degrassi?

roxymuzak (roxymuzak), Friday, 25 June 2004 17:13 (twenty-one years ago)

http://67.18.114.242/otherimages/plains/knoll1.gif

nickalicious (nickalicious), Friday, 25 June 2004 18:02 (twenty-one years ago)

dude, last night jon grabbed my hand and tried to shove it down his pants. then when i told him to stop he hit me and called me a faggot.

Ian c=====8 (orion), Friday, 25 June 2004 19:14 (twenty-one years ago)

Oh Baby
I dedicate this to all the pretty girls
To all the pretty girls...to ohhh...
All the pretty girl in the world,
And the ugly girls too...
Cos to me you're pretty anyway baby

You give me your number
I call you up
You act like your pussy don? interrupt
I don? have no problem with you fuckinme
But I have a little problem with you not fuckinme
Baby you know I?a take care of you
Cos you say you got my baby and I know it ain? true
Is it a good thing?? No, it? bad bitch
For good or worse, makes you switch
So I walk on over with my Cristal
Bitches, niggas put away your pistols
Dirty won? be havinthat in this house
Cos bitch I?l cripple your style
Now that you heard my calm voice
Couldn? get another nigga, cootchie won? get moist
If you wanna look good and not be bummy,
Girl you? better gimmie that money
Hoo!!
Hey, dirty, baby I got your money
Don? you worry
I said hey, baby I got your money
x2

Yo, I glanced at the girl
Girl glanced at me
I whispered in her ear ?ou wanna be with me??You wanna look pretty though, in
my video
OlDirty on the hat and I let you all know
Just dance if you?e caught up in the Holy Ghost trance
If you stop, I?a put the killer ants in your pants
I? the O-D-B as you can see
FBI, don? you be watchinme
I don? want no problems, or I?l put you down
In the ground where you can not be found
I? just Dirt Dog tryinto make some money
So give me my streets and gimmie my honey
Radios play this all day every day
Recognize I? a fool and you lovinme
None of you nuh better look at me funny
Nuh, you know my name now gimmie my money
hook X2
Just sing it girls...
Just shake it right now!
- -If Dirty want's to sing, I think ya'll should let him
- -I think ya'll should give him his money
That's how I like girl
Sexy, sexy, sexy,
Sexy, sexy, sexy
Sexy, sexy, sexy
Sexy, sexy, sexy

Yo yo, Niggas playinin the club like this all night
Bitches put your ass out and let me hold it tight
You?e looking at my wrist saying
?t? so nice!!The price fits the diamonds, shining in disco lights
You? better help me solve my problem
Or I?a get this money and rob them
Lucky dog when I won the lotto
Ran up my card for carrying raw loads
Now you can call me Dirty
And then lift up your skirt
And if you want some of this dirty
God make Ol Dirty Dirt bust your ass
Stop annoying me, yea I play my music loud
Take the bastard OlDirty to move the crowd
**They said he had his dick in his mouth
Eddie Murphy taught me that back at the house
Now gimmie my money

amateur!st (amateurist), Friday, 25 June 2004 19:25 (twenty-one years ago)

There once was a boy named Jon
with whom I did once get it on
it wasn't that bad
I got all he had
for the price of a filet mignon

CeCe Peniston (Anthony Miccio), Friday, 25 June 2004 19:36 (twenty-one years ago)

(you said bad)

CeCe Peniston (Anthony Miccio), Friday, 25 June 2004 19:36 (twenty-one years ago)

i'm scared of this thread. *whimper*

gygax! (gygax!), Friday, 25 June 2004 19:51 (twenty-one years ago)

*you're* scared?!?!??!

People love Gravity and Ebullition! (ex machina), Friday, 25 June 2004 19:56 (twenty-one years ago)

How'd you find the poetry, anyway?

Laura E (laurae55), Friday, 25 June 2004 19:56 (twenty-one years ago)

let me guess: LIVEJOURNAL.COM

gygax! (gygax!), Friday, 25 June 2004 20:00 (twenty-one years ago)

DEADJOURNAL.COM

Ian c=====8 (orion), Friday, 25 June 2004 20:01 (twenty-one years ago)

www.artconspiracy.com

People love Gravity and Ebullition! (ex machina), Friday, 25 June 2004 20:03 (twenty-one years ago)

also, apparently this girl was CHEATING on her boyfriend with me and he found this stuff oh no

People love Gravity and Ebullition! (ex machina), Friday, 25 June 2004 20:03 (twenty-one years ago)

http://sixsixfive.com/crab.jpg

Ade (Adrian Langston), Friday, 25 June 2004 20:05 (twenty-one years ago)

ADRIAN, SOMEONE JUST DID THAT TO ME NOW BECAUSE I WOULDN'T ADD THEM ON MYSPACE

People love Gravity and Ebullition! (ex machina), Friday, 25 June 2004 20:07 (twenty-one years ago)

i love bad poetry. but this is so horrifying, so awful, so ewwwwwwwwwwww I can't even read it all. It would never occur to me to write a poem about sex, unless it were the topic of a bad poetry contest. Ew Ew Ew Ew Ew Ew Ew Ew Ew

Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 25 June 2004 20:13 (twenty-one years ago)

Jon's body is a wonderland

CeCe Peniston (Anthony Miccio), Friday, 25 June 2004 20:15 (twenty-one years ago)

hahahaha

roxymuzak (roxymuzak), Friday, 25 June 2004 20:20 (twenty-one years ago)

Some of the ones about me have made it on to yer actual LPs.

suzy (suzy), Friday, 25 June 2004 21:14 (twenty-one years ago)

Sometimes
I dream of your arms around me
in a sea of deep blue
together at last,
together as two.

-- cindi mancini

Homosexual II (Homosexual II), Friday, 25 June 2004 21:19 (twenty-one years ago)

Some of the ones about me have made it on to yer actual LPs.

awesome

mookieproof (mookieproof), Friday, 25 June 2004 21:27 (twenty-one years ago)

c'mon, no examples? i'm sure they're grebt!

mookieproof (mookieproof), Friday, 25 June 2004 22:09 (twenty-one years ago)

bloodninja: I lick your earlobe, and undo your watch.
Sarah19fca: mmmm, okay.
bloodninja: I take yo pants off, grunting like a troll.
Sarah19fca: Yeah I like it rough.
bloodninja: I smack you thick booty.
Sarah19fca: Oh yeah, that feels good.
bloodninja: Smack, Smack, yeeeaahhh.
bloodninja: I make some toast and eat it off your ass. Land O' Lakes butter all in your crack. Mmmm.
Sarah19fca: you like that?
bloodninja: I peel some bananas.
Sarah19fca: Oh, what are you gonna do with those?
bloodninja: get me peanuts. Peanuts from the ballpark.
Sarah19fca: Peanuts?
bloodninja: Ken Griffey Jr. Yeaaaaahhh.
Sarah19fca: What are you talking about?
bloodninja: I'm spent, I jump down into the alley and smoke a fatty. I throw rocks at the cats.
Sarah19fca: This is stupid.
bloodninja: Stone Cold Steve Austin gives me some beer.
bloodninja: Wanna Wrestle Stone Cold?
bloodninja: Yeeaahhhh.
Sarah19fca: /ignore
bloodninja: Its cool stone cold she was a b*tch anyway.
bloodninja: We get on harleys and ride into the sunset.

Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Friday, 25 June 2004 23:56 (twenty-one years ago)

holy shit.

AaronHz (AaronHz), Saturday, 26 June 2004 00:00 (twenty-one years ago)

Romance is dead!

Casuistry (Chris P), Saturday, 26 June 2004 00:05 (twenty-one years ago)

fuck--how does one become Tracer Hand????

mookieproof (mookieproof), Saturday, 26 June 2004 00:10 (twenty-one years ago)

Sarah19fca: What are you talking about?

gabbneb (gabbneb), Saturday, 26 June 2004 00:20 (twenty-one years ago)

bloodninja: Ok baby, we got to hurry, I don't know how long I can keep it ready for you.
j_gurli3: thats ok. ok i'm a japanese schoolgirl, what r u.
bloodninja: A Rhinocerus. Well, hung like one, thats for sure.
j_gurli3: haha, ok lets go.
j_gurli3: i put my hand through ur hair, and kiss u on the neck.
bloodninja: I stomp the ground, and snort, to alert you that you are in my breeding territory.
j_gurli3: haha, ok, u know that turns me on.
j_gurli3: i start unbuttoning ur shirt.
bloodninja: Rhinoceruses don't wear shirts.
j_gurli3: No, ur not really a Rhinocerus silly, it's just part of the game.
bloodninja: Rhinoceruses don't play games. They fucking charge your ass.
j_gurli3: stop, cmon be serious.
bloodninja: It doesn't get any more serious than a Rhinocerus about to charge your ass.
bloodninja: I stomp my feet, the dust stirs around my tough skinned feet.
j_gurli3: thats it.
bloodninja: Nostrils flaring, I lower my head. My horn, like some phallic symbol of my potent virility, is the last thing
you see as skulls collide and mine remains the victor. You are now a bloody red ragdoll suspended in the air on my
mighty horn.
bloodninja: Fuck am I hard now.

Sterling Clover (s_clover), Saturday, 26 June 2004 00:44 (twenty-one years ago)

tumultuous chaotic forbidden
all circumstances leading to

http://www.rome.ro/images/doom/Doom.png

Laura E (laurae55), Saturday, 26 June 2004 00:45 (twenty-one years ago)

These chats are fucking classic.

Gregory Henry (Gregory Henry), Saturday, 26 June 2004 01:02 (twenty-one years ago)

I can't believe I have this poem to write.
You were huge, but we barely kissed,
barely spoke.
I realized the next day that I was covered in bruises
and you are my friend's crush.

We fucked then you held me closely to sleep,
as though either of us cared,
and left at six thirty, to be back
before you were missed.
Afterwards I, in my grey sweatshirt and without glasses,
searched in vain for the condom wrapper.

All day my heart pumped
thinking my roommate would stumble on it
while sweeping or looking for a hair tie-

you laughed
and told me you kept it.

Doc, Saturday, 26 June 2004 02:37 (twenty-one years ago)

Ho-hum
I didn't come

sappho, Saturday, 26 June 2004 03:00 (twenty-one years ago)

1.

bloodninja: Baby, I been havin a tough night so treat me nice aight?
BritneySpears14: Aight.
bloodninja: Slip out of those pants baby, yeah.
BritneySpears14: I slip out of my pants, just for you, bloodninja.
bloodninja: Oh yeah, aight. Aight, I put on my robe and wizard hat.
BritneySpears14: Oh, I like to play dress up.
bloodninja: Me too baby.
BritneySpears14: I kiss you softly on your chest.
bloodninja: I cast Lvl. 3 Eroticism. You turn into a real beautiful woman.
BritneySpears14: Hey...
bloodninja: I meditate to regain my mana, before casting Lvl. 8 Cock of the Infinite.
BritneySpears14: Funny I still don't see it.
bloodninja: I spend my mana reserves to cast Mighty F*ck of the Beyondness.
BritneySpears14: You are the worst cyber partner ever. This is ridiculous.
bloodninja: Don't f*ck with me bitch, I'm the mightiest sorcerer of the lands.
bloodninja: I steal yo soul and cast Lightning Lvl. 1,000,000 Your body explodes into afine bloody mist, because you are only a Lvl. 2 Druid.
BritneySpears14: Don't ever message me again you piece of ****.
bloodninja: Robots are trying to drill my brain but my lightning shield inflicts DOA attack, leaving the robots as flaming piles of metal.
bloodninja: King Arthur congratulates me for destroying Dr. Robotnik's evil army of Robot Socialist Republics. The cold war ends. Reagan steals my accomplishments and makes like it was cause of him.
bloodninja: You still there baby? I think it's getting hard now.
bloodninja: Baby?

2.

BritneySpears14: Ok, are you ready?
eminemBNJA: Aight, yeah I'm ready.
BritneySpears14: I like your music Em... Tee hee.
eminemBNJA: huh huh, yeah, I make it for the ladies.
BritneySpears14: Mmm, we like it a lot. Let me show you.
BritneySpears14: I take off your pants, slowly, and massage your muscular physique.
eminemBNJA: Oh I like that Baby. I put on my robe and wizard hat.
BritneySpears14: What the f*ck, I told you not to message me again.
eminemBNJA: Oh ****
BritneySpears14: I swear if you do it one more time I'm gonna report your ISP and say you were sending me kiddie porn you f*ck up.
eminemBNJA: Oh ****
eminemBNJA: damn I gotta write down your names or something

cozen (Cozen), Saturday, 26 June 2004 07:36 (twenty-one years ago)

that D&D shit made me lose it. where are these coming from?

AaronHz (AaronHz), Saturday, 26 June 2004 07:41 (twenty-one years ago)

funny.

cozen (Cozen), Saturday, 26 June 2004 07:46 (twenty-one years ago)

I know Ive seen those chats before but I cant think where now for the life of me argh. Thems some funny shit tho.

Trayce (trayce), Saturday, 26 June 2004 07:49 (twenty-one years ago)

Oh xpost. poos to you cozen.

Trayce (trayce), Saturday, 26 June 2004 07:49 (twenty-one years ago)

Hhahaha:

J-Dogg: You grab the bulge that you feel. you tihink it must be taking over your mind, theres nothing else you can think of. My tubesteak to you is like a beautiful japanese haiku.
The salmon swim at night.
Towards your room.
The snow and the moon.
Partner8: that was never a haiku.

*hysterics*

Trayce (trayce), Saturday, 26 June 2004 07:51 (twenty-one years ago)

This shit is crazy. This, my favorite, was just plain WRONG:
Girl: Hi
Boy: hello
Boy: who is this?
Girl: just a someone?
Boy: A someone I know?
Girl: nope
Boy: Then why the hell are you bothering me?
Girl: well sorrrrrry
Girl: I just wanted to chat with you
Boy: why?
Girl: nevermind your an asshole
Boy: Hey wait a minute
Girl: yes?
Boy: look I'm sorry. I'm just a little paranoid
Girl: paranoid?
Boy: yes
Girl: of what?
Girl: me?
Boy: No. I'm in hiding.
Girl: LOL
Boy: Don't fucking laugh at me!
Boy: This shit is serious!
Girl: What are you hiding from?
Boy: The cops.
Girl: gimme a fucking break
Boy: I'm serious.
Girl: I don't get it
Boy: The cops are after me.
Girl: For what?
Boy: I'm wanted in three states
Girl: For???
Boy: It's kindof embarrasing.
Boy: I had sex with a turkey.
Boy: Hello?
Girl: You are fucking sick.
Boy: Send me your picture.
Girl: why?
Boy: so I know you aren't one of them.
Girl: One of what?
Boy: The cops.
Girl: I'm not a cop i told you
Boy: Then send me your picture.
Girl: hold on
Boy: Hurry up.
Boy: Are you there?
Boy: fuck you, cop!
Girl: Hey sorry
Girl: I had to do something for my mom.
Boy: I thought you were trying to find a picture to send to me.
Boy: When really you were notifying the authorities.
Boy: Weren't you!?
Girl: thats not it
Boy: Then what?
Girl: I don't want to send you the picture cause I'm not pretty
Boy: Most cops aren't
Girl: IM NOT A FUCKING COP YOU DICKHEAD!
Boy: Then send me the picture.
Girl: fine. What's your e-mail?
Boy: Just send it through here.
Girl: alright *PIC*
Girl: Did you get it?
Boy: Hold on. I'm looking.
Girl: That was me back in may
Girl: I've lost weight since then.
Boy: I hope so
Girl: what?!?
Girl: that hurt my feelings.
Boy: Did it?
Girl: Yes. I'm not that much smaller than that now.
Boy: Will it make you feel better if I send you my picture?
Girl: yes
Boy: Alright let me find it.
Girl: kks
Boy: Okay here it is. *PIC*
Girl: this isn't you.
Boy: I'll be damned if it ain't!
Girl: You don't look like that.
Boy: How the hell do you know?
Girl: cause your profile has another picture.
Boy: The profile pic is a fake.
Boy: I use it to hide from the cops.
Girl: You look like the Farm Fresh guy lol
Boy: Well, you look like you ATE the Farm Fresh guy....
Boy: Not to mention all the groceries.
Girl: Go fuck yourself
Boy: I was going to until I saw that picture
Boy: Now my dick won't get hard for a week.
Girl: I shouldn't have sent you that picture.
Girl: You've done nothing but slam me.
Girl: you hurt me.
Boy: And calling me the Farm Fresh guy doesn't hurt me?
Girl: I thought you were bullshitting me!
Boy: Why would I do that?
Girl: I can't believe that cops are after you
Boy: I can't believe Santa lets you sit on his lap..
Girl: FUC YOU!!!
Boy: You'd break both of his legs.
Girl: You're a FUCKing asshole.
Girl: I've been teased my whole life because of my weight
Girl: and you make fun of me when you don't even know me
Boy: Ok. I'm sorry.
Girl: No you aren't
Boy: You're right. I'm not.
Boy: HAARRRRR!
Girl: I'm done with you
Boy: Aww. I'm sorry.
Girl: I'm putting you on ignore
Boy: Wait a sec
Boy: We got off on the wrong foot.
Boy: Wanna start over?
Girl: No
Boy: I'll eat your pussy
Girl: You'll what?
Boy: You heard me.
Boy: I said I'd eat your pussy.
Girl: I thought you said you couldn't get it hard after seeing my picture
Boy: Do I need a hard-on to eat your pussy?
Girl: I'd like to know that the man eating me out is excited yes
Boy: Well I'm not like most men.
Boy: I get excited in different ways.
Girl: Like what?
Boy: Do you really wanna know?
Girl: I don't know
Boy: You have to tell me yes or no.
Girl: I'm afraid to
Boy: Why?
Girl: cause
Boy: cause why?
Girl: well lets see
Girl: you say you have sex with turkeys. You call me fat. then you wanna eat me out
Girl: doesn't that seem strange to you?
Boy: Nope
Girl: well its strange to me
Boy: Fine. I won't do it if you don't want me to
Girl: I didn't say that
Boy: So is that a yes?
Girl: I guess so.
Boy: Ok. I need your help getting excited though.
Boy: Are you willing?
Girl: What do you need me to do?
Boy: I need you talk like a pirate.
Girl: ???
Boy: When I start to go limp... you say "HARRRR!!!"
Boy: ok?
Boy: Hello?
Girl: You can't be serious
Boy: Oh yes I am!
Boy: It's my fantasy.
Girl: this is retarded
Boy: Do you want it or not?
Girl: Yes I want it.
Boy: Then you'll do it for me?
Girl: sure
Boy: Ok. Here we go.
Boy: I gently remove your panties and being to massage your thighs.
Boy: You get really juicy thinking about my tounge brushing up against them
Boy: I softly begin to tounge your wet pussy.
Boy: I run my tounge up and down your smooth slit.
Girl: mmmm yeah
Boy: uh oh ...going limp.
Girl: Har
Boy: You gotta do better than that!
Boy: Your picture was really bad.
Girl: HARRRRRRRRRRRR
Boy: Ahhhh. Much better. I feel your pussy get more moist with every stroke.
Boy: I softly suck on your clit bringing it in and out of my mouth.
Boy: Your juices run down my chin as your scent makes its way to my nose.
Boy: I begin to feel empowered by your femininity.
Girl: mmmmmm you are good
Boy: I feel your thighs tighten as I suck harder
Boy: going limp
Girl: HARRRRRRR
Boy: Mmmm I grab your swelling buttocks in my hands.
Boy: You begin to sway back and forth.
Boy: going limp
Girl: this is stupid
Boy: ...still limp
Boy: Do it!
Girl: HARRRRRRRRRRRRR
Boy: I turn you around to lick your asshole.
Boy: I pry apart that battleship you call your ass.
Boy: I see shit nuggets hanging from the hair around your asshole.
Girl: WTF?!?!?
Boy: They stink really bad.
Girl: OMG STOP!!!
Boy: I start to get fed up with your ugly ass
Boy: I tear off your wooden peg leg.
Boy: I ram it up your ass.
Girl: YOURE A FUCKING PYSCHO!!
Boy: Then I pour hot carmel over your head.
Boy: And turn you into a fucking candy apple...
Boy: I kick you in the face!
Girl: FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!!
Boy: The celluloid from your cheeks hits the side of the cabin...
Boy: Your parrot flys away.
Boy: ...going limp again.
Boy: Hello?
Boy: Say it!
Boy: HAARRRRRR!!!!!

AaronHz (AaronHz), Saturday, 26 June 2004 07:57 (twenty-one years ago)

reading bad poetry about people fucking you
You must kno intimately some bad poets then, Jonat'dot?

C/D?
B(izarre), I'd say.

t\'\'t (t\'\'t), Saturday, 26 June 2004 09:31 (twenty-one years ago)

http://www.lakecity.cc.fl.us/howl/howl103/poetry/twilsonodeonacountrygirltitle.gif

amateur!st (amateurist), Saturday, 26 June 2004 17:26 (twenty-one years ago)

somewhere out there
folded in the fabric
of packed bed sheets
is all the skin I lost that night

ew!

Curt1s St3ph3ns, Saturday, 26 June 2004 20:26 (twenty-one years ago)

poetry is unnecessary, there are many people in the world, if you know people who write this guff, its time to jettison them.

impenetrable prose is acceptable. as is a picture

charltonlido (gareth), Saturday, 26 June 2004 22:49 (twenty-one years ago)

Bad poetry is an abomination, but good poetry is necessary. Insofar as you believe art itself is necessary.

Laura E (laurae55), Saturday, 26 June 2004 23:45 (twenty-one years ago)

snake skin!

People love Gravity and Ebullition! (ex machina), Sunday, 27 June 2004 17:20 (twenty-one years ago)

http://67.18.114.242/itemimages/snakeskin.gif ?

Laura E (laurae55), Sunday, 27 June 2004 17:24 (twenty-one years ago)

roffle

People love Gravity and Ebullition! (ex machina), Sunday, 27 June 2004 17:27 (twenty-one years ago)

this

Then he fingered me on the futon in the basement
And I was like, "um, okay."

might be the best thing i have ever read on ilx.

benito mussolinington (dubplatestyle), Sunday, 27 June 2004 18:21 (twenty-one years ago)

jon, seriously, you seem like a smart guy...is it just low standards on your part, or what?

benito mussolinington (dubplatestyle), Sunday, 27 June 2004 18:22 (twenty-one years ago)

what specifically?

People love Gravity and Ebullition! (ex machina), Sunday, 27 June 2004 18:27 (twenty-one years ago)

also, emmmm is JOKING

People love Gravity and Ebullition! (ex machina), Sunday, 27 June 2004 18:29 (twenty-one years ago)

i dunno you just seem constantly embarassed of every girl you sleep with

benito mussolinington (dubplatestyle), Sunday, 27 June 2004 18:30 (twenty-one years ago)

I haven't dated anyone for more than a month in YEARS :((((((

People love Gravity and Ebullition! (ex machina), Sunday, 27 June 2004 18:33 (twenty-one years ago)

hey, two-three year relationships arent all they're cracked up to be either

benito mussolinington (dubplatestyle), Sunday, 27 June 2004 18:34 (twenty-one years ago)

exactly

People love Gravity and Ebullition! (ex machina), Sunday, 27 June 2004 18:34 (twenty-one years ago)

Jon is, as incredible as it may sound, a total babe magnet. All the underage girls ask him to buy them drinks when he goes out dancing!

Ian c=====8 (orion), Monday, 28 June 2004 00:41 (twenty-one years ago)

I never buy them drinks. Fucking cheap skanks can at least pretend to be interested in me for more than buying them booze.

People love Gravity and Ebullition! (ex machina), Monday, 28 June 2004 01:48 (twenty-one years ago)

i love how mandee busted out the "Can't Buy Me Love" reference up there. The Ronnie Express would be proud.

Velveteen Bingo (Chris V), Monday, 28 June 2004 11:30 (twenty-one years ago)

Thanks, Chris. At least SOMEONE APPRECIATES "MY" STUNNING PROSE!

Homosexual II (Homosexual II), Monday, 28 June 2004 12:19 (twenty-one years ago)

i may have to break into an impromptu african ant-eater ritual dance for you.

Velveteen Bingo (Chris V), Monday, 28 June 2004 12:21 (twenty-one years ago)

nine months pass...
REVIVE

absolutego (ex machina), Sunday, 3 April 2005 20:22 (twenty-one years ago)

J-Dogg: You there baby??
Partner2: Yeah I'm here.
J-Dogg: You ready?
Partner2: Okay.
J-Dogg: I take off my trenchcoat I'm nekked beneath, with pistols on my belt.
Partner2: Cowboy boots?
J-Dogg: WWI era trench issue boots.
Partner2: okay...
J-Dogg: Help me pull my boots off baby.
Partner2: Whats that smell?
J-Dogg: Rotting toes.
Partner2: Ummm...
J-Dogg: My boots pop off. My feet are black. The toes crumble off with the slightest touch. The dead black tissue that was once my skin chips off in large crispy flakes. A smell of death pervades the room. Gangrenous pus drips from the ends of the stumps where my toes were. I look deep in your eyes, and shove my tongue down your throat.
Partner2: ...
J-Dogg: You carress my ass, and trim my pubes...

Amon (eman), Sunday, 3 April 2005 22:07 (twenty-one years ago)

Wellhung: Hello, Sweetheart. What do you look like?
Sweetheart: I am wearing a red silk blouse, a miniskirt and high heels. I work out every day, I'm toned and perfect. My measurements are 36-24-36. What do you look like?
Wellhung: I'm 6'3" and about 280 pounds.I wear glasses and I have on a pair of blue sweat pants I just bought from Walmart.I'm also wearing a T-shirt with a few spots of barbecue sauce on it from dinner...it smells funny.
Sweetheart: I want you.Would you like to screw me?
Wellhung: OK
Sweetheart: We're in my bedroom.There's soft music playing on the stereo and candles on my dresser and night table.I'm looking up into your eyes, smiling. My hand works its way down to your crotch and begins to fondle your huge, swelling bulge.
Wellhung: I'm gulping, I'm beginning to sweat.
Sweetheart: I'm pulling up your shirt and kissing your chest.
Wellhung: Now I'm unbuttoning your blouse.My hands are trembling.
Sweetheart: I'm moaning softly.
Wellhung: I'm taking hold of your blouse and sliding it off slowly.
Sweetheart: I'm throwing my head back in pleasure.The cool silk slides off my warm skin.I'm rubbing your bulge faster, pulling and rubbing.
Wellhung: My hand suddenly jerks spastically and accidentally rips a hole in your blouse.I'm sorry.
Sweetheart: That's OK, it wasn't really too expensive.
Wellhung: I'll pay for it.
Sweetheart: Don't worry about it.I'm wearing a lacy black bra.My soft breasts are rising and falling, as I breath harder and harder.
Wellhung: I'm fumbling with the clasp on your bra.I think it's stuck. Do you have any scissors?
Sweetheart: I take your hand and kiss it softly. I'm reaching back undoing the clasp. The bra slides off my body. The air caresses my breasts. My nipples are erect for you.
Wellhung: How did you do that? I'm picking up the bra and inspecting the clasp.
Sweetheart: I'm arching my back. Oh baby. I just want to feel your tongue all over me.
Wellhung: I'm dropping the bra. Now I'm licking your, you know, breasts. They're neat!
Sweetheart: I'm running my fingers through your hair. Now I'm nibbling your ear.
Wellhung: I suddenly sneeze. Your breasts are covered with spit and phlegm.
Sweetheart: What?
Wellhung: I'm so sorry. Really.
Sweetheart: I'm wiping your phlegm off my breasts with the remains of my blouse.
Wellhung: I'm taking the sopping wet blouse from you. I drop it with a plop.
Sweetheart: OK. I'm pulling your sweat pants down and rubbing your hard tool.
Wellhung: I'm screaming like a woman. Your hands are cold! Yeeee!
Sweetheart: I'm pulling up my miniskirt. Take off my panties.
Wellhung: I'm pulling off your panties. My tongue is going all over, in and out nibbling on you...umm... wait a minute.
Sweetheart: What's the matter?
Wellhung: I've got a pubic hair caught in my throat. I'm choking.
Sweetheart: Are you OK?
Wellhung: I'm having a coughing fit. I'm turning all red.
Sweetheart: Can I help?
Wellhung: I'm running to the kitchen, choking wildly. I'm fumbling through the cabinets, looking for a cup. Where do you keep your cups?
Sweetheart: In the cabinet to the right of the sink.
Wellhung: I'm drinking a cup of water. There, that's better.
Sweetheart: Come back to me, lover.
Wellhung: I'm washing the cup now.
Sweetheart: I'm on the bed arching for you.
Wellhung: I'm drying the cup. Now I'm putting it back in the cabinet. And now I'm walking back to the bedroom. Wait, it's dark, I'm lost. Where's the bedroom?
Sweetheart: Last door on the left at the end of the hall.
Wellhung: I found it.
Sweetheart: I'm tuggin' off your pants. I'm oaning. I want you so badly.
Wellhung: Me too.
Sweetheart: Your pants are off. I kiss you passionately-our naked bodies pressing each other.
Wellhung: Your face is pushing my glasses into my face. It hurts.
Sweetheart: Why don't you take off your glasses?
Wellhung: OK, but I can't see very well without them. I place the glasses on the night table.
Sweetheart: I'm bending over the bed. Give it to me, baby!
Wellhung: I have to pee. I'm fumbling my way blindly across the room and toward the bathroom.
Sweetheart: Hurry back, lover.
Wellhung: I find the bathroom and it's dark. I'm feeling around for the toilet. I lift the lid.
Sweetheart: I'm waiting eagerly for your return.
Wellhung: I'm done going. I'm feeling around for the flush handle, but I can't find it. Uh-oh!
Sweetheart: What's the matter now?
Wellhung: I've realized that I've peed into your laundry hamper. Sorry again. I'm walking back to the bedroom now, blindly feeling my way.
Sweetheart: Mmm, yes. Come on.
Wellhung: OK, now I'm going to put my...you know ...thing...in your...you know...woman's thing.
Sweetheart: Yes! Do it, baby! Do it!
Wellhung: I'm touching your smooth butt. It feels so nice. I kiss your neck. Umm, I'm having a little trouble here.
Sweetheart: I'm moving my ass back and forth, moaning. I can't stand it another second! Slide in! Screw me now!
Wellhung: I'm flaccid.
Sweetheart: What?
Wellhung: I'm limp. I can't sustain an erection.
Sweetheart: I'm standing up and turning around; an incredulous look on my face.
Wellhung: I'm shrugging with a sad look on my face, my weiner all floppy. I'm going to get my glasses and see what's wrong.
Sweetheart: No, never mind. I'm getting dressed. I'm putting on my underwear. Now I'm putting on my wet nasty blouse.
Wellhung: No wait! Now I'm squinting, trying to find the night table. I'm feeling along the dresser, knocking over cans of hair spray, picture frames and your candles.
Sweetheart: I'm buttoning my blouse. Now I'm putting on my shoes. oes.
Wellhung: I've found my glasses. I'm putting them on. My God! One of our candles fell on the curtain. The curtain is on fire! I'm pointing at it, a shocked look on my face.
Sweetheart: Go to hell. I'm logging off, you loser!
Wellhung: Now the carpet is on fire! Oh noooo!
Sweetheart: BYE!!11

Amon (eman), Sunday, 3 April 2005 22:07 (twenty-one years ago)

Hooray! I hadn't seen that for years...it always makes me laugh til I cry...

VegemiteGrrl (VegemiteGrrl), Monday, 4 April 2005 02:07 (twenty years ago)


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