Originally posted by LethalFemme
Real Life Cybersex
---------------------Wellhung: Hello, Sweetheart. What do you look like?
Sweetheart: I am wearing a red silk blouse and a miniskirt and high heels. My measurements are 36-24-36. I work out every day. I'm toned and perfect. What do you look like?
Wellhung: I'm 6'3" and about 250 pounds. I wear glasses and I have on a pair of blue sweatpants I just bought at Walmart. I am also wearing a T-shirt with a few spots of barbecue sauce on it from dinner - it smells a little 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 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 I accidently rip 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: I'm wiping your spit 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 sweatpants down and rubbing your hard tool.
Wellhung: I'm screaming like a woman. Your hands are cold! Yeeee!
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.
Wellhung: I've found my glasses. I'm putting them on. My God! One of your 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!
Originally posted by Bardock42
You should open a club with Slay, he also believes I manipulate people to hate him.
no plans to visit the motherland soon, i must admit, so if we do meet, we'll be old and gray and i'll just kick your walker out from under you. 😂
Originally posted by Rogue Jedi
well, maybe it's a pattern, maybe not. besides, when all is said and done, who are these haters to me anyway? what am i to you? what are you to me? what is this person to that person? we dont even know each other. funny thing is if you met me, and you had no idea i was RJ, you'd probably think i was a cool guy, and i'd probably think the same of you.no plans to visit the motherland soon, i must admit, so if we do meet, we'll be old and gray and i'll just kick your walker out from under you. 😂
That may be true, but as of now your posting annoys me. If you or I change that might change as well.
Originally posted by Bardock42
That's true, but it doesn't prove that I do it to RJ and Slay as well.
True. And I don't think you do, I just thought it would be funny to say.
Originally posted by ~Da Moose~
I'm....going to take a walk now. I can't take his invasive behaviours any longer. If I never come back, you can have my collection of sex toys.
I don't know if I want you to come back or not. How many "toys" are we talking about?
Originally posted by Sanctuary
Nahh. He couldnt even if he tried. 😎
I have some lyrics for you:
Oh baby, baby
Oh baby, baby Oh baby, baby
How was I supposed to know
That something wasn't right here
Oh baby baby
I shouldn't have let you go
Those are pretty bitching lyrics, I uh wrote them myself 😮
Music is another of my talents.
Originally posted by Bardock42
Anyways, going to do some stuff so I don't entirely fail. Bye, Sarah.Also bye to Moose, LF and The Pict....and...and....bye RJ.
Originally posted by ~Da Moose~
Sure sure....stupid Marius making you hate me.
Just warn me about the,. shock
Originally posted by The Pict
True.
I don't know if I want you to come back or not. How many "toys" are we talking about?I have some lyrics for you:
Oh baby, baby
Oh baby, baby Oh baby, baby
How was I supposed to know
That something wasn't right here
Oh baby baby
I shouldn't have let you goThose are pretty bitching lyrics, I uh wrote them myself 😮
Music is another of my talents.
I have 37 boxes full. Some are doubles though. They're all machine washable. Make sure you do THAT first. 🥷
Originally posted by Sanctuary
He wouldn't make me hate someone. mhmJust warn me about the,. shock
Did he warn you about me? Because, I'm harmless. Mostly.