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Queen Cyber Slut


~poe
  35% (7)
sambamanslilgirl
  45% (9)
Mikal
  10% (2)
MistressFeathers
  10% (2)


Total Votes : 20
(last vote on : 3/17/2007 3:09:27 PM)
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SilverShadows -> RE: Queen Cyber Slut (3/3/2007 7:13:32 PM)

quote:

ORIGINAL: mnottertail

Roxanne, you don't gotta put on the red light


Why not? It is so much more inviting.

The Countess
I hate robbing banks!




sambamanslilgirl -> RE: Queen Cyber Slut (3/3/2007 7:13:50 PM)

nope

i'm such a naughty girl and i love it




LaTigresse -> RE: Queen Cyber Slut (3/4/2007 5:49:07 AM)

I suppose the more direct approach is not to be appreciated amidst all of this flowery, porn infested, prettiness.

I kinda like it myself.  "(insert name here), here, now." while pointing to the floor next to me.




MistressFeathers -> RE: Queen Cyber Slut (3/4/2007 6:56:28 AM)

does it have to be subbie style stuff or is Domme allowed?




WyrdRich -> RE: Queen Cyber Slut (3/4/2007 7:08:10 AM)

     Domme stuff is certainly welcome.  You'd think that being a switch would double my chances of actually getting a bit of cyber, but NOOOO. 

    Command away.




MistressFeathers -> RE: Queen Cyber Slut (3/4/2007 7:09:26 AM)

Your kisses are like a drop of water to a thirsty man; not enough to sate the need or wanting, but enough to remind him of the pleasures of drinking, and to encourage a craving to go swimming in the cool, fresh waters of a lake.  With one kiss you can take me away from the place that we are and transport me to another.  Since I have known you I have been to the Paradise, Paris, New York, the Scottish mountains, the lakes of Spain and to deserts so wide and arid I thought that I would never reach an oasis, but somehow I always did.  You have even taken me up to the heavens and onto the stars and further into space.  When you kiss me my soul leaves my body and like a
butterfly flits gracefully in the air.  I feel that our souls meet and mingle and become, but are always forced to return to our husk-like skins, to be imprisoned once more in these mortal binds.
You can do all this with just one kiss; when we make love it is as if you kill me.  You strip me of my soul and I become nothing, but I join with you and we are everything.  We are the sunlight that gives life to everything but has the power to burn.  We are the rainfall, we can end all thirst but we can flood all fields.  We are the colours and we are the darkness, we are the tears of a new-born child, and those of a dying man.  We travel on the wings of angels and the warm laughter of children through our ecstasy that is love and that is orgasm.  We fly onwards and upwards towards the sun, and as we come close the light blinds me.  And in the darkness I stray from you and lose my way.  I cannot see without you, I cannot find you.  Without you I am nothing. 
Without you I begin to die.  My angel-wings shrivel in the heat and I fall helplessly into the hellish, all consuming, burning light that is my love for you.  I feel my skin blister and crack with the intensity of emotions.  I think this time, I will surely die.
And then, I feel your arms around me, pulling me back from self-destruction.  Your breath enters me and the sweet oxygen makes me giddy.  And your heartbeat; steady and full, draws me closer to you, like a beacon, or a flame to a moth.  I lay in your arms and your voice lullabies me to sleep.  And I surrender once more to the darkness, hoping that you will not leave my side tonight, or ever.




MistressFeathers -> RE: Queen Cyber Slut (3/4/2007 7:11:49 AM)

It is 3am; I am awake.  Unable to sleep, I think about you.
The curtains in my room are open, through the window I can see the dark silhouette of the willow tree that is in the courtyard below my apartment.  Looking up I can see some stars shining brightly, a brilliant contrast against the dark night sky.  It is hot in my room so I open the small, top window to let in a breeze.  It drifts gently in, shifting the curtains in its wake and carries with it the noises from outside.  People coming back from clubs, traffic and the occasional siren as emergency vehicles speed past the block and on up to the estate.
Although the breeze is cooling me down, my fitful slumber has left me feeling sticky and uncomfortable.
Propping my bedroom door open I walk to the bathroom and run a bath.  I return to my room, undress and put on my dressing gown.  I gather my towels, soap and sponge and return to the bathroom.  I shut and lock the door, remove my gown and cross to the bath. I feel the temperature of the water with my hand, deciding it to be fine I turn off the taps and gently lower myself into the deep warm water.  I lay back and let the
water run over me, immersing me, covering every inch of my body in a tidal wave of liquid comfort.
I lather soap onto the sponge and massage it over my body, cleansing me of my uncomfort.  When I have finished, I lay back into the water again to wash the suds from me.  I take the soap up once more and lather it, this time into my hands. Using the soap as a lubricant, I play with myself.  I trace my breasts with my fingers, as you have done so many times before; gently massaging the flesh and squeezing the nipples until they are erect. The water has grown cold now, so I get out and wrap myself in the gown; imagining that the fabric is you and that your arms are around me - supporting, cradling and holding me tight.  I gather my things and unplug the bath, the water softly gurgling away as I leave and re-enter my bedroom.
I quietly close the door of my room and lock it.  Looking through the window I can see that most of the people in my apartment block have gone to sleep; their curtains are drawn and their lights extinguished.   I let my gown drop to the floor and cross the room to my bed; the cool cotton sheets pulled back from when I relinquished my earlier attempts of sleep.  I pull back the covers so that the bed is roughly made, and lie on top of the bedspread, letting the cool night breeze dry the water from my naked body.  The windows have a thin layer of condensation on them; the tiny streams of water running down the pane mirroring ones on my body.
Between my breasts is a small pool of water, I dip my fingers into it and begin to trace my breasts again.  My nipples are still hard from the attention I paid them in the bath.  So I concentrate on the area around them; tickling them delicately with my fingertips until all the water has gone; evaporated into the night-time air.  While I have been playing with my breasts, I have become aware of the wind gently tousling the pubic hair between my legs.
Subconsciously, I have opened my legs so that the wind has greater access to me.  It roams as if it were your fingers; between my legs, onto and into my still wet vagina.  I moan at its gentle intrusion and strain towards it, trying to get the breeze to push its way deep inside me.
I snake my right hand down my body, softly stroking the flesh as I make the descent to my vagina. I pull back the mounded flesh with my hand and massage the rapidly enlarging clitoris with my middle finger.
I think of you while I play with myself.  I imagine that you are here beside me; that it is you and not the wind, nor myself, that is inside me.  I pretend that you are here with me; thrusting your fingers deep inside, making me buckle and moan at your forceful attentions.  Or that you are gently flicking your tongue over my swelling clitoris and it is not merely a midnight breeze.  I thrust my fingers into myself again, pull them out and push them back again; building a gentle rhythm.  A rhythm that grows and changes with my needs; my need of you to be here, my need of a physical and emotional satisfaction - the need of orgasm.  Steadily the rhythm quickens, until its rapidity is met by a crashing wave of comfort, joy, heat and dizziness.
The wave seems to start from everywhere and nowhere, and takes me away from my room up into the heavens.  I feel as if I am a butterfly on a midsummer’s breeze; I am being carried from one brilliant and intense emotion and sensation to another.  I have no control over where I am going but instead relax into the flow and allow myself to drift in and out of this ecstasy that fills me.  I slump back onto the pillow as I am exhausted from the intensity of the orgasm.

It is 4am; I am asleep, dreaming about you.




MistressFeathers -> RE: Queen Cyber Slut (3/4/2007 7:13:52 AM)

ok give Me a bit & I'll think of some Domme cyber stuff for y'all [:D]




DisirUrdsFylgja -> RE: Queen Cyber Slut (3/4/2007 7:16:06 AM)

Here are a few for you...
 
An Argentine gaucho named Bruno
Said "Fucking is one thing I do know"
"Women are fine
And sheep are devine
" "But Llamas are numero uno"

 
There once was a young girl named Jill
Who tried a dynamite stick for a thrill
They Found her vagina
In North Carolina
And Bits of her tits in Brazil

 
There was a whore from Peru
Who filled her pussy with glue
She said,”That’s no sin
If they can pay to get in, they can pay to get out again
 
There once was a lesbian named Elise
Whose pubic hair hung to her knees
So the crabs got together
And knitted a sweater
So in the winter they would not freeze




MistressFeathers -> RE: Queen Cyber Slut (3/4/2007 8:41:12 AM)

so I am not worthy yet to go on the list? I am disappointed




WyrdRich -> RE: Queen Cyber Slut (3/4/2007 9:24:45 AM)

     You'll have to yell at the Troll about that one.  Perhaps he is still trying to catch his breath after reading your enties?




wandersalone -> RE: Queen Cyber Slut (3/4/2007 9:38:07 AM)

wanders peeks into the room and spots the big domly doms.  She smiles her hugest smile (damn, someone tell her she has brocolli stuck in her front teeth!) and introduces herself ...'Hello my name is wanders and I am weally and twuly a sub [:D]
Wanders tosses her cascading locks over her head and sees horror on the faces of those around her as her hair falls to the floor....'oopsie, I forgot I did a Britney last night'.  hmmmmm maybe I will work on this a little more, it isn't quite as enticing as I thought it would be damnit.......where are the lesbian zombies when I need them???




MistressFeathers -> RE: Queen Cyber Slut (3/4/2007 10:02:08 AM)

was it not appropriate to the thread?
too long?




WyrdRich -> RE: Queen Cyber Slut (3/4/2007 11:36:13 AM)

    My vote is already cast, but I found your posts very much in keeping with the spirit this thread took on.  I suggest mailing the troll on the other side and telling him to get off his ass (or onto it) and meet his obligations as the OP.




MistressFeathers -> RE: Queen Cyber Slut (3/4/2007 12:02:53 PM)



they will love your face pic
it looks so wimpy and submissive they will look at it and just imagine parting those lips and sliding their cock in between, feeling your hot wet tongue on their shaft as they pump it back and forth your saliva lubing its movement back and forth. your hot breath on their skin your moans and pleads falling to the ground as they fuck your mouth abusing and degrading you with their words
they will imagine their hands run thru your hair gripping it tight pulling you on to them as you try to back away
and the pleading look in your eyes; stop, don't stop, harder .....
you are a slut and they will look at your photo and image all the nasty ways they will ensure you are used and we both know you will love it


editied to add more lol




FukinTroll -> RE: Queen Cyber Slut (3/4/2007 12:30:14 PM)

Updating.....

Multiple votes allowed... because our new contestant is very serious about winning.




MistressFeathers -> RE: Queen Cyber Slut (3/4/2007 12:32:49 PM)

I can go to work happy (and yet flipping knackered) knowing that at least I'm in the running - I have no votes but I'm in the running lol




LadyEllen -> RE: Queen Cyber Slut (3/4/2007 1:18:11 PM)

Right.....you want something really hot, right? Something spicy that involves lots of tongue action, that brings both pleasure and a sting of pain and leaves you gasping whilst desiring more?

Well, I did make this curry on Saturday night - sure to do the trick I'd have thought.

Not recommended for scat play next day mind.

E




FukinTroll -> RE: Queen Cyber Slut (3/4/2007 1:21:44 PM)

Lady E the is a cyber sex thread not cyber sadism.

However you are cruel and sadistic... but you neglected to leave Guage a bannana. Do not pass go, do not collect 200 bucks, and go strait to the fake wagon.

Slurp




LadyEllen -> RE: Queen Cyber Slut (3/4/2007 1:40:46 PM)

But Troll, it would be mutual - I mean, I'd be eating the curry too, after all I'd have cooked it.

I'm all out of bananas though sorry. Well, actually I'm saving them. They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, but I have another theory for which I need a few banana shaped objects - well quite a few given the length of the intestine.

By the way, what would I do with 200 bucks anyway? I'm only looking for one.

E




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