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Shiba 發表於 2014-12-21 12:19
Haha! If u feel embarrassing to approach the girls
Let me know I am happy to help....
Shiba, please let me join your team next time.

I need all the help you can give me...

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QueenB 發表於 2014-12-17 21:40
What's a bawdy sonnet ?
In layman's terms, a naughty poem.

In technical parlance, something a wee bit more complex...

bawdy
adjective

1. indecent; lewd; obscene.

sonnet
noun

1. Prosody. a poem, properly expressive of a single, complete thought, idea, or sentiment, of 14 lines, usually in iambic pentameter, with rhymes arranged according to one of certain definite schemes, being in the strict or Italian form divided into a major group of 8 lines (the octave) followed by a minor group of 6 lines (the sestet), and in a common English form into 3 quatrains followed by a couplet.

(Yours is in the Italian form, by the way, with a twist...)

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QueenB 發表於 2014-12-17 15:18
Not in the mood .

Gimme some time .
Sorry to hear that. I actually wrote a bawdy sonnet for Your Highness, and was planning to offer it to you in person on our next event, but if it may cheer you up, I could post it here. What say you?

QueenB 發表於 2014-12-14 15:45
So I re read this post again...

"I howled like a feral beast"... Still cracks me up
I hope it still makes you tingly, my lady...

How about part 2 of your own memoir, by the way?

deecomma 發表於 2014-12-3 19:58
Holy hot damn this was well written. Please bring a laptop and help us start writing our own memoirs ...
Tell you what: you teach me some suave, naughty Canto phrases to say to da ladies, and I'll teach you how to write like that.

Happy birthday, Shib. Sorry I missed your little party...

By the way, we're all waiting for part 2 of your memoir.

Thank you, my Queen. It seems everyone's having a ton of fun at the expense of my hard work...

Dr. 發表於 2014-12-2 09:05
I wonder whether there is anyone who would translate this to a Chinese version so there are more who ...
I was actually gonna propose that to you guys!

You, my good Doctor, the Queen and Jenson could do it, as you guys have the necessary linguistic skills for it. I think the other members would appreciate it a lot.

QueenB 發表於 2014-12-2 00:14
Petite morte...
I lost in words. You've set the bar pretty high up now for other members to overc ...
I'm going to choose to read that setting the bar high up stuff as a confirmation of my sexual prowess, and not as a confirmation of my literary skills.

Please read this report everytime you'll be attending one of the parties, my Queen. I'm sure it'll make you good.

QueenB 發表於 2014-12-2 00:10
Is Royal ISO 9000 referring to your majesty lol
But of course it is.

Do I have your royal seal of approval for using it?

jenson 發表於 2014-12-1 03:10
I can't agree more.  It was a novel.

QueenB 發表於 2014-12-1 00:31
I'm just gonna read this over and over and over again.
I am IMPRESSED definitely by your words
I want to hear your opinion every time you read it over and over again.

Crap, it pasted the Word text in that way by itself, with joined words, and now it won't let me edit it...

Enjoy, people!

ahem

During our previous make out session I had had access to the Queen's breasts and nipples: they became encouragingly erect under my lips and tongue, and her soft moans of pleasure only made me try harder, sucking, licking, biting them. Now, with her lying on her back, I could continue to minister my attentions to her beautiful boobs. I was fascinated by them, how I could elicit an immediate response from them with my caresses. I started to slowly make my way down to her waist, intending to remove that pesky towel and access the source of her musky odor, but each time she would coyly cover herself and refuse me her pubic area. Fortunately I insisted, going up to drink from her mouth, descending to her breasts, up and down, as she licensed my roving hands and let them go before, behind, between, above, below,[1] cooing and sighing ever so incitingly.
I was finally able to bite away the towel and have the Queen in all her glory before me. Full nakedness! All joys are due to thee. And yet I resisted the urge to wolf down her pussy, and approached it instead slowly and circumlocution-ly. I rubbed my bearded chin against her beautiful shaven pubic bone, and drew ever so smaller circles with my tongue on her inner thighs, working my way towards her opening. Her sighs and moans gained in intensity when I finally swiped my tongue across her delicate clit, and I lovingly began licking and kissing it and the surrounding labia, as if they were the mouth of a fragile cup from which to drink a precious nectar. The Queen writhed and shivered, and I could feel the muscles of her inner thighs tingling against my cheeks and ears. She let out the sweetest of gasps when my lips finally latched onto her pussy and half-bit it, half-pulled it out. I didn’t let go, wanting to hear that confirmation of my good offices, and it came out of her mouth again, and again, and again. Heavens singing out their music.
Her musky essence had by now overwhelmed me, and I avidly began sticking my tongue as deep as I could inside her pussy, trying to milk out the tasty, salty juice that covered my lips and nose. I could literally drink from her: the Queen’s became my private fountain, with which to quench my thirst. Her hands began holding on to my hair, pushing my head down so as to lick her harder and deeper, and I avidly obliged. On a couple of occasions, she would draw me up to her lips, maybe as a way to catch her breath, only for me to quickly return to my newly-established fief between her thighs, wanting to achieve her ultimate spot, the nerve, sinew and muscle that would make her mind go blank and surrender fully to me. I was finally rewarded with a strong squeeze of my head by her legs, as the royal hands almost brutally pushed my face against her copiously overflowing pussy. I wouldn’t have minded death by suffocation at that moment: anything for her pleasure.
The delightful sequence repeated itself for God knows how long, and my own lower parts were by then demanding urgent attention: every time the Queen would come down from her heights of pleasure, I would beg for the same treatment to be performed upon me, but she would refuse it with a mischievous smirk, sadistically glad to see my arousal, to have me trembling with lust and desire for her. I would implore her to take me on her mouth as well, but she would delicately bring me back and down to her pussy –with intermediate stops at her breasts– to continue tending to her precious clit. Until she was finally happy with my attentions, pulled me up, and uttered what I had longed to hear:
– I want you to stick your cock in my mouth.
She sounded so authentic, so eager to taste me, that I asked her to say it again, louder:
– Stick your cock in my mouth.
She rolled aside and I lied on my back, trembling with anticipation. She made me spread my legs and sat between them, casually holding my dick in her hands. Her beautiful, curvy body framedb y the scarce light from the living room looked like the stuff of those semi-conscious ideas between dreams and nightmares, incredible to behold, towering above me with a majestic, evil smile on her face. I continued to tremble, breathing heavily as she lowered her mouth and kissed my balls, carefully at first and then pulling them out with her lips, as I had done with her pussy. She lowered herself even more while holding my hips up, and I felt her delicious tongue lovingly exploring my asshole. I can’t resist a lady that knows how to lick me that intimately. I gasped and grunted, but alas, it didn’t last, as her attention quickly shifted from my asscrack back to my balls. Maybe next time…
Then it was my dick’s turn. I couldn’t stop shuddering as I felt it disappear inside the Queen’s mouth, only the head first and then further down the shaft. She bobbed her head up and down, and my grunts became expletives and loud moans, feeling blood rushing up my cock and returning in waves of pleasure. She would try to jerk the base of my cock with her hands, and I would direct them to my balls and asshole, all while making her keep her lips firmly around my manhood. I don’t know how long we continued like this: from time to time the cruel Queen would look up at me and ask me if I wanted to make love to her. I fervently replied in the affirmative every time, but she would only smile tantalizingly and come back to her oral attentions, enthusiastically eating me up, until finally:
– I want you to fuck me.
I threw her down roughly and embraced her tightly, maybe almost hurting her. To foster my manly ego, I bade her repeat her request.
– Fuck me – she said.
– How much?
– Hard.
Rubber on. She had told me earlier she had never been in bed with a Caucasian, African or Latino, so I tried to be gentle at first. Her pussy was deliciously tight, East Asian-tight, just as I like them, and it hugged my cock even more lovingly than her mouth before. I felt it slowly allowing me entrance into the Queen, and I gave a strong thrust to drive it all in and make her scream, which I achieved: the sight of her grimace, her surprised gasp and the involuntary tensioning of her body just redoubled my lust. I searched for her mouth with my lips again, not moving for some seconds so as to give her a chance to adjust herself to my length and girth, upon which the Queen begged me to pound away. I’m confident to say that her moans were authentic, and I enjoyed it more for it: too many girls have I fucked for my own selfish pleasure, and too few have I felt have relished my cock in their pussies as much as the Queen did; this only increases my lust and encourages me to perform to my limits. Pleasure for me is a sensation that is best explored with a partner that will not be afraid of whatever I may have in offer for her, as she will encourage me and pander to my male pride. When watching the lady enjoying it, when watching the Queen enjoying it, I feel right, I felt accomplished, the master of my own destiny and not the peon of others that office and daily life too often make one feell ike. Unlike when with others, when fucking the Queen it felt right, and I felt alive.
Missionary is ok for me and Ithoroughly enjoyed the sight of the Queen writhing under my weight, but it is notone of my favorite positions. I am more into cowgirl, as it allows me to watchher boobs bouncing up and down and generally appreciate her voluptuous figurehovering over me. Likewise, my cock can enter her to the hilt instead of just aportion of it. However, it seems not to be fully to the Queen’s liking, as sheasked me to switch to doggy, another one of my favorites. However, that’s theposition I cum more easily in, and had to warn her about it.
– But I want you to cum in mymouth… – she said, almost pouting.
I had to promise her I wouldn’t cumjust yet when fucking her from behind. She got down on all fours and I preparedmyself to take her, but took some seconds to explore her anus with my tongue.It felt soft and terse, maybe still virginal? I’d so love to find that outfirst-hand next time… I then tasted her salty love juices again, got up, tookaim, and bent over her while sliding inside her hungry pussy. I enjoy very muchbeing able to embrace the lady tight while slowly and deeply fucking her frombehind, but my rough-liking Queen ordered me to screw her as hard as possible.Her wishes were my command, so I took hold of her abundant hips and entered herviolently, with my balls slamming against her labia with each thrust, sopassionately that I lost rhythm and my dick plopped out of her pussy a coupleof times. In the back of my mind, a little voice would warn me that I was goingtoo fast, that I was maybe hurting her, but her barely repressed screams andgasps would shut it up. However, I had to listen to it when it told whateverrational thinking I had left in my brain that it was time to finish things off.I extricated myself from the Queen and bade her open her mouth. Off with therubber and into her warm oral cavity. This time I felt her teeth on my fleshmore than before, and I began heaving and panting. I wanted to spill my hotjizz into her mouth, to make her gargle with it, make her swallow it to thelast drop, but I also wanted to keep my dick indefinitely on her mouth withoutcumming. The Queen avidly started jerking me off, and I told her to spit on mycock to aid in her manual efforts. Back into her mouth, out again, her hands inmy balls and dick, in and out, almost painful, in and out, almost unbearable,until I finally yielded, held fast to her head, slammed my cock against theback of her throat, and came.
I came hard. Very, very hard. Icame so hard that I swear to whatever may be sacred in this world that I feltlike passing out. For a microsecond I thought about holding back my cries ofpleasure in the name of decorum, but to hell with it: I howled like a feralbeast being eviscerated, deprived of my life essence, everything flowing intothe Queen’s mouth as she sucked me greedily, devouring my flesh and swallowingmy seed. Petite morte we call it inFrench and Spanish, “the little death,” and I screamed my bliss as I died andwas born again with each spurt of cum that came out of my manhood to be wolfedby the royal mouth. It felt like taking forever to empty myself, crying andshouting so as to release the impulses that just wouldn’t come out fast enoughthrough my dick, until I was finally able to remove my now uber-sensitive cockfrom the Queen’s lips, out of breath as if someone had punched me in thestomach. And yet she went at it again, intent in milking me to the last drop. Aftera few more slurps, I had to beg her to stop. I simply couldn’t take it anymore.I’m sure Buddha had something like this in mind when talking about Nirvana.
The Queen lied on her back, and Irested my head on her chest, still gasping, listening to her heartbeat. I tookher hand in mine and placed it on my own chest for her to feel my heart, how itwould slowly decrease its wild beating. After some minutes of post-coitalsilence punctuated by my heaves and panting, I held her face close to mine anduttered these immortal words:

• I know it’s trite and cliche,but that was awesome.
  She just smiled and kissed me. Wegot up and started the walk of shame towards the bathroom, with the Doctor,Janson, Flashman and the remaining members belting out their unauthorized coverof my original screams and laughing their heads off as we went pass them. Veryfunny, you guys. And for whoever still had doubts about it, the Queen was asbeautiful and sexy under the cold light of the shower as in the semi-darkness ofthe room where we had just exercised our inalienable right to be alive. Theintensity and passion we had just squandered as if we had an unlimited supplythereof put her in my personal Top 5 Lays. I just hope that her first Latino sexualexperience left her with an excellent impression of my ethnicity, and cravingfor more. As for me, Hell knows I’ll keep on craving her expression when ridingme or holding my dick in her mouth. More cliches for you: whenever the timecomes, I’ll just have to remember that night to sweeten my passage. Maybe whenentering the valley of the shadow of death, the Reaper will finally collect aperson with a smile on his face for a change

yoyo 發表於 2014-11-29 18:38
當然要熱烈歡迎你啦
Could you give me a warm welcome next time, Yoyo?

Shiba 發表於 2014-11-29 13:27
Rough
How about you, Shiba? Do you like it rough as well...?

"I just kept throwing questions at him to continue our conversation as I eat. He was sweet with his words.  I don't know if that was his way of impressing me, with added vocabulary choices , or if he was saying the truth haha.  Either way, I was impressed by his way of "breaking the ice"."

I think you've already realized, by reading part 1 of my report, that I was telling the truth, my lady.

Dr. 發表於 2014-11-29 17:17
Is that all Jer神？I thought you had witnessed the "fxxk of the demonic century". Tell us  ...
Can I steal that phrase for my signature, Doc?

QueenB 發表於 2014-11-29 12:51
Exorcist screaming . I literally laughed..
And will be laughed at for the rest of my time here in  ...
Damn, that made me burst out in laughter as well!

I don't know if you people will ever let me live it down...