Kinky Questions - go!
1: Kitchen Counter, Couch, or on top of the dryer?
2: Your last sexual encounter: Good or Bad and why:
3: A fictional person that you think would be good in bed:
4: Something that never fails to make you horny:
5: Where is one place you would never have sex:
6: The most awkward moment during a sexual experience was when ______________
7: Weirdest thing that ever made you horny:
8: What is the best way to sexually bind someone: Handcuffs, Rope, or Other [if other please explain]:
9: What is the fastest way to make you horny:
10: Top or bottom?
11: We were about to ____________ but then ______________ [example: we were about to have sex but then his mom walked in]
12: Is one orgasm enough? Are multiple orgasms necessary?
13: Something that you have hidden in your room that you don’t want anyone to find:
14: Weirdest nickname a significant other has ever called you:
15: Two things you like [or dislike] about oral sex:
16: Weirdest sexual act some has performed [or tried to perform] on/with you:
17: Have you ever tasted yourself? [If no, would you?] [If yes, what did you think?]
18: Is it ever okay to not use a condom:
19: Who was the sexiest teacher you ever had?
20: A food that you would like to use during a sexual experience:
21: How big is too big:
22: One sexual thing you would never do:
23: Biggest turn on:
24: Three spots that drive you insane:
25: Worst possible time to get horny:
26: Do you like it when your sexual partner moans:
27: Worst sexual idea you ever had:
28: How much fapping is too much fapping:
29: Best sexual complement you ever got:
30: Bald, landing strip, Jumanji:
31: Is it good sex if you don’t nut:
32: Fill in the blank: "If they ____________, we are fuckin"
33: What your favorite part of your body:
34: Favorite foreplay activities:
35: Love (>,<, or =) Sex For those of us who don’t remember our math thats “greater than, less than, or equal to]
36: What do you wear to bed?
37: When was the first time you masturbated:
38: Do you have any nude/masturbating pictures/video of yourself?
39: Have you ever/when was the last time you had sex outside?
40: Have/would you ever have sex outside?
41: Have/would you ever had a threesome?
42: What is one random object you’ve used to masturbate?
43: Have/would you ever masturbate at work/school?
44: Have/would you ever have sex on a plane?
45: What is one song you’d like to have sex to?
46: What is something nonsexual that makes you horny?
47: Most attractive celebrity?
48: Do you watch gay/lesbian porn? why/why not?
49: If a child was born on the occasion of the last time you had sex, how old would that child be right now?
50: Has anyone ever posted nude pictures of you online?
51: What is one thing that NEVER makes you horny?
52: Do you have stretch marks? (How do you feel about them? Has anyone ever had a problem with them?)
53: Do you like giving head? (why/why not)
54: How do you feel about tattoos on someone you are interested in?
55: How would you feel about taking someones virginity?
56: Is there any food you would NOT recommend using during a sexual encounter?
57: Is there anything you do on Tumblr that you would not like your significant other to see?
58: Do you own any sex toys? (what is it? (how long have you had it?)
59: Would you give your significant other unrestricted access to your Tumblr for a day?
60: Would you be offended if your significant other suggested you get plastic surgery?
61: Would you rather be a pornstar or a prostitute?
62: Do you watch porn?
63: How small is too small?
64: Have you ever been called a freak? Why?
65: Who gave you your last kiss? Did it mean anything?
66: Would you switch phones with your significant other for a day?
67: Do you feel comfortable going "commando"?
68: Would you have a problem with going down on someone if they hadn't shaved their pubic hair?
69: If you could give yourself head, would you?
70: Booty or Boobs?
71: If you had a penis, what would you name it?
72: Have you ever been on an official date?
73: Have you ever cheated on someone? (Why?)
74: If you were a stripper, what would your name be?
75: Have you ever had sex in your parents bed? (Would you?)
76: How would you react if you found out your parents had sex in your bed?
77: What was your reaction the first time you saw a penis/vagina
78: If you had a penis/vagina for a day, what are five things you would do?
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Saturday, November 25, 2017
Friday, November 24, 2017
STORY: I WANTED TO BECOME HIS SEX SLAVE
I thought I was looking for a boyfriend when I set up my online dating profile.
I’d never had much luck with dating. It wasn’t that I wasn’t interested — I’d always loved men. Dating them was fun, the balance between a mans personality and my own feminine one was electric, it kept things interesting. But for whatever reason it never lasted very long. I’d do things like leave town for days without telling him or bringing my phone, or stay in bed with a book all day and forget to answer his texts.
It just wasn’t second nature for me to be tied down and predictable.
When I met John online I expected the same cycle to occur. We met up at the corner dive bar where I prefer to meet all my first dates. He complimented my lip color — it’s always a great sign when a man isn’t intimidated by lipstick. He asked me about my work and he told me about his job in the military and that he was in Iraq. I told him that the idea of a guy being associated with something somewhat dangerous was exciting. He smiled mischievously and said, “You have no idea.”
Girls don’t need tricks to get guys to come home with them at the end of dates but I happen to have an excellent one anyway: I live in a condo along the river in my city. A walk along the river is the perfect nightcap to any date and the guy will always walk me up afterwards, “to make sure I get home safe .”
So John was sitting on my bed while I made some drinks and thought about whether I wanted to have sex with him that night. I was attracted to him, sure, he was broad shouldered and tall with dark hair and dark eyes I couldn’t stop staring into. There was no strong reason not to, I figured, but we may as we’ll wait another date in case he was one of those guys that’s weird about first date sex.
That changed fairly quickly.
I handed him his drink and he announced, “I’m going to enjoy this drink while you suck my cock.”
“Excuse me?!?” I couldn’t have possibly heard him correctly.
“This looks like a great drink, and it’s going to be even better while you’re blowing me.” He stopped to take in my negative expression and lifted my head with a single finger under my chin. “A girl like you can make a man really happy. You want that, it’s what makes you special.”
I couldn’t deny that he had some sort of power over me at this point. The way he was controlling the situation turned me on and his hand caressing my face stirred up a familiar feeling in my abdomen.
What did I have to lose?
So I obliged him. I set my drink down and kneeled before him, unzipping his pants.
I wasn’t surprised to find his cock was larger than average, it’s this way with most confident men, like a chicken and egg thing. I flicked my tongue over the head of his penis a few times before I began to take him in my mouth. He watched me cooly, taking a swig of his drink.
Inside somewhere, a deep need to impress him rose. I went to town. I kissed and licked and deep throated. I massaged the sweet spot at the tippy top of his shaft on the underside. I took his balls in my mouth and swirled my tongue around. I gave him my A-game and looked up, searching for approval written on his face. It was there, but not as fully as I’d hoped for.
“To completion,” he reminded me.
I slid my hands down his forearms and the grasped his hands, depositing them on the back of my head. This wasn’t one of my “moves”, I didn’t know what I was doing anymore. I was on autopilot now.
He had two fistfuls of my hair, one on each side of my head. He was gentle, but firm as he held me in place, thrusting his hips and pouring himself into my mouth. It was uncomfortable at first, I worried about gagging. But I heard him gasp as he slipped into my throat and I knew this was special for him — he was enjoying himself, losing control, losing himself to me.
I may have been the one kneeling on the floor, but he was at my mercy, he was in ecstasy, and he needed me to feel this way.
I held up my hands, showing him I wasn’t going to resist and he groaned loudly in excitement. He thrust faster into my mouth, careful to make his movement fluid. This time I felt his grip tighten on my hair as he didn’t allow his dick to slide back out of my mouth. He held me there. I could feel him tensing up so I made an extra effort to hold this position, and I was rewarded with his loudest groan yet and a mouthful of salty cum.
I swallowed and licked my lips. I felt satisfied somehow.
He grinned and stared down at me. “I told you you would like it.”
He laid down on my bed and I instantly curled up next to him. I felt happy and comfortable. With my head on his chest I reached up and began massaging his scalp, my sudden need to please this man had not been satiated.
“What do you want?” I asked him.
“I want to come over two or three times a week and stand over you and fuck your throat. I don’t want to jerk off anymore.”
I gulped. This was definitely not what I was looking for. It was sleazy. “What if I want more than that?”
“But you don’t want more. You just think you’re supposed to want more. Did you hear yourself earlier? You told me you don’t like being tied down. And look at you, look at how your body responded to being my sex slave.”
He quickly reached down and knocked my thighs apart. Before I could register what he was doing his fingers were inside me and my back was arched. Holy shit, I gasped as he masterfully, rhythmically rubbed my gspot with the tips of his fingers.
I looked down at him to see that he was hard again, and grinned.
He got up and kneeled between my legs and pulled me up, so my butt was resting on his thighs, legs wrapped around his waist.
“I am going to fuck you and then we’ll sleep here together and you’ll see. This is better than dating — to give ourselves to each other completely.”
I nodded. This was exciting, and what else was I going to do tonight?
He grabbed his drink off the nightstand and poured a bit into my mouth before kissing me and sucking the taste of whiskey off my tongue. He trailed the dewey glass down my neck to my collarbone and I shivered. He took the remaining ice cube and deposited it in his mouth before leaning down and kissing my nipple. It was the most divine sensation, heat and ice.
I felt his hips move under mine and the his cock sliding around my wet pussy, but not entering. I always loved it when guys did this, the anticipation was unbearable, in an addictive way. It made time stand still.
“You’re such a good girl, ,” he mumbled as he kissed my neck, clearly enjoying himself. I lifted my hips to meet his and he drove his cock deep inside me. That moment — the first time it goes in — is always the best. It always reminds me why we do such crazy stuff for sex, it really is that good. I let him cum inside of me without a condom. I also blew him 6 more times that night.
I’d consider his offer later. He didn’t need an answer now. He just needed me to be here, writhing with pleasure as he had his way with me.
I’d never had much luck with dating. It wasn’t that I wasn’t interested — I’d always loved men. Dating them was fun, the balance between a mans personality and my own feminine one was electric, it kept things interesting. But for whatever reason it never lasted very long. I’d do things like leave town for days without telling him or bringing my phone, or stay in bed with a book all day and forget to answer his texts.
It just wasn’t second nature for me to be tied down and predictable.
When I met John online I expected the same cycle to occur. We met up at the corner dive bar where I prefer to meet all my first dates. He complimented my lip color — it’s always a great sign when a man isn’t intimidated by lipstick. He asked me about my work and he told me about his job in the military and that he was in Iraq. I told him that the idea of a guy being associated with something somewhat dangerous was exciting. He smiled mischievously and said, “You have no idea.”
Girls don’t need tricks to get guys to come home with them at the end of dates but I happen to have an excellent one anyway: I live in a condo along the river in my city. A walk along the river is the perfect nightcap to any date and the guy will always walk me up afterwards, “to make sure I get home safe .”
So John was sitting on my bed while I made some drinks and thought about whether I wanted to have sex with him that night. I was attracted to him, sure, he was broad shouldered and tall with dark hair and dark eyes I couldn’t stop staring into. There was no strong reason not to, I figured, but we may as we’ll wait another date in case he was one of those guys that’s weird about first date sex.
That changed fairly quickly.
I handed him his drink and he announced, “I’m going to enjoy this drink while you suck my cock.”
“Excuse me?!?” I couldn’t have possibly heard him correctly.
“This looks like a great drink, and it’s going to be even better while you’re blowing me.” He stopped to take in my negative expression and lifted my head with a single finger under my chin. “A girl like you can make a man really happy. You want that, it’s what makes you special.”
I couldn’t deny that he had some sort of power over me at this point. The way he was controlling the situation turned me on and his hand caressing my face stirred up a familiar feeling in my abdomen.
What did I have to lose?
So I obliged him. I set my drink down and kneeled before him, unzipping his pants.
I wasn’t surprised to find his cock was larger than average, it’s this way with most confident men, like a chicken and egg thing. I flicked my tongue over the head of his penis a few times before I began to take him in my mouth. He watched me cooly, taking a swig of his drink.
Inside somewhere, a deep need to impress him rose. I went to town. I kissed and licked and deep throated. I massaged the sweet spot at the tippy top of his shaft on the underside. I took his balls in my mouth and swirled my tongue around. I gave him my A-game and looked up, searching for approval written on his face. It was there, but not as fully as I’d hoped for.
“To completion,” he reminded me.
I slid my hands down his forearms and the grasped his hands, depositing them on the back of my head. This wasn’t one of my “moves”, I didn’t know what I was doing anymore. I was on autopilot now.
He had two fistfuls of my hair, one on each side of my head. He was gentle, but firm as he held me in place, thrusting his hips and pouring himself into my mouth. It was uncomfortable at first, I worried about gagging. But I heard him gasp as he slipped into my throat and I knew this was special for him — he was enjoying himself, losing control, losing himself to me.
I may have been the one kneeling on the floor, but he was at my mercy, he was in ecstasy, and he needed me to feel this way.
I held up my hands, showing him I wasn’t going to resist and he groaned loudly in excitement. He thrust faster into my mouth, careful to make his movement fluid. This time I felt his grip tighten on my hair as he didn’t allow his dick to slide back out of my mouth. He held me there. I could feel him tensing up so I made an extra effort to hold this position, and I was rewarded with his loudest groan yet and a mouthful of salty cum.
I swallowed and licked my lips. I felt satisfied somehow.
He grinned and stared down at me. “I told you you would like it.”
He laid down on my bed and I instantly curled up next to him. I felt happy and comfortable. With my head on his chest I reached up and began massaging his scalp, my sudden need to please this man had not been satiated.
“What do you want?” I asked him.
“I want to come over two or three times a week and stand over you and fuck your throat. I don’t want to jerk off anymore.”
I gulped. This was definitely not what I was looking for. It was sleazy. “What if I want more than that?”
“But you don’t want more. You just think you’re supposed to want more. Did you hear yourself earlier? You told me you don’t like being tied down. And look at you, look at how your body responded to being my sex slave.”
He quickly reached down and knocked my thighs apart. Before I could register what he was doing his fingers were inside me and my back was arched. Holy shit, I gasped as he masterfully, rhythmically rubbed my gspot with the tips of his fingers.
I looked down at him to see that he was hard again, and grinned.
He got up and kneeled between my legs and pulled me up, so my butt was resting on his thighs, legs wrapped around his waist.
“I am going to fuck you and then we’ll sleep here together and you’ll see. This is better than dating — to give ourselves to each other completely.”
I nodded. This was exciting, and what else was I going to do tonight?
He grabbed his drink off the nightstand and poured a bit into my mouth before kissing me and sucking the taste of whiskey off my tongue. He trailed the dewey glass down my neck to my collarbone and I shivered. He took the remaining ice cube and deposited it in his mouth before leaning down and kissing my nipple. It was the most divine sensation, heat and ice.
I felt his hips move under mine and the his cock sliding around my wet pussy, but not entering. I always loved it when guys did this, the anticipation was unbearable, in an addictive way. It made time stand still.
“You’re such a good girl, ,” he mumbled as he kissed my neck, clearly enjoying himself. I lifted my hips to meet his and he drove his cock deep inside me. That moment — the first time it goes in — is always the best. It always reminds me why we do such crazy stuff for sex, it really is that good. I let him cum inside of me without a condom. I also blew him 6 more times that night.
I’d consider his offer later. He didn’t need an answer now. He just needed me to be here, writhing with pleasure as he had his way with me.
THOUGHTS: THINGS I WAS THINKING ABOUT
Isn’t it weird to think that every person you walk by has a past they may or may not be proud of and a family they might be close to or far from and a lover they’re either with or apart from and a name and a personality, and they might be having the greatest day of their life or the worst day? We probably walk past hundreds of people a day and never once stop to think what they’re going through, what their life may be like. We’re too focused on our own.
PART 2
… and this way the world knows. She is loved deeper than them all, stronger than the rest, more cherished and treasured as anyone can ever imagine, for she is your one and only, the one you care about about, the one you waited and prepared yourself for to grant a life free from sadness, dullness, and forlornness, a life in admiration, in pride, in radiant confidence that she is irreplaceable, singular, perfect as she is and always will be, and no day will ever pass by without you letting her know how important, life-changing, fulfilling it is to hold her hand, to feel her presence, and to whisper into her attentive ear only for her to hear ‘mine’
PART 3.
Dominant men don’t dominate women so much as they dominate their own lives.
While most of them won’t be millionaires, they’re likely to be intelligent, articulate, well rounded men of strong character who lead, not by fear or derision, but by the force and quality of their character. They inspire those around them and have developed such a powerful gravitational pull that the people they invite into their lives can’t help but realign themselves to their orbit.
Rarely will they need to make demands, much less threats - these are the tools of the novice - no, their charges will be so driven to please him that the simplest suggestion or nod can completely alter a behavior. If you find that you are struggling to lead a submissive woman the fault is most likely not that you aren’t pushing hard enough, but that you haven’t yet mastered the skills necessary to be an effective leader.
The notion that a woman couldn’t be a “good enough submissive,” is a lie. The fault is not with the submissive who won’t follow, it is with the man who can’t inspire her to do so.
Save your palms, by sharpening your mind and soul.
PART 4
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Or at least that is what they always told her
And yet despite how long and hard she looked
She had yet to find a place on Earth
Where people adored her acne scars
Or envied her thin hair
Or found glamour in her chewed nails
And so though beauty was different
To every single person on Earth
She felt as though she’d never find the person
Who’d see it in herself.
PART 5
When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.
PART 2
… and this way the world knows. She is loved deeper than them all, stronger than the rest, more cherished and treasured as anyone can ever imagine, for she is your one and only, the one you care about about, the one you waited and prepared yourself for to grant a life free from sadness, dullness, and forlornness, a life in admiration, in pride, in radiant confidence that she is irreplaceable, singular, perfect as she is and always will be, and no day will ever pass by without you letting her know how important, life-changing, fulfilling it is to hold her hand, to feel her presence, and to whisper into her attentive ear only for her to hear ‘mine’
PART 3.
Dominant men don’t dominate women so much as they dominate their own lives.
While most of them won’t be millionaires, they’re likely to be intelligent, articulate, well rounded men of strong character who lead, not by fear or derision, but by the force and quality of their character. They inspire those around them and have developed such a powerful gravitational pull that the people they invite into their lives can’t help but realign themselves to their orbit.
Rarely will they need to make demands, much less threats - these are the tools of the novice - no, their charges will be so driven to please him that the simplest suggestion or nod can completely alter a behavior. If you find that you are struggling to lead a submissive woman the fault is most likely not that you aren’t pushing hard enough, but that you haven’t yet mastered the skills necessary to be an effective leader.
The notion that a woman couldn’t be a “good enough submissive,” is a lie. The fault is not with the submissive who won’t follow, it is with the man who can’t inspire her to do so.
Save your palms, by sharpening your mind and soul.
PART 4
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Or at least that is what they always told her
And yet despite how long and hard she looked
She had yet to find a place on Earth
Where people adored her acne scars
Or envied her thin hair
Or found glamour in her chewed nails
And so though beauty was different
To every single person on Earth
She felt as though she’d never find the person
Who’d see it in herself.
PART 5
When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.
DATING: QUESTION TO ASK YOU PARTNER
1. Who was the last person you held hands with?
2. Are you outgoing or shy?
3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?
4. Are you easy to get along with?
5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?
6. What kind of people are you attracted to?
7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?
8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?
9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?
10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?
11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?
12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?
13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?
14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?
15. What good thing happened this summer?
16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?
17. Do you think there is life on other planets?
18. Do you still talk to your first crush?
19. Do you like bubble baths?
20. Do you like your neighbors?
21. What are you bad habits?
22. Where would you like to travel?
23. Do you have trust issues?
24. Favorite part of your daily routine?
25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?
26. What do you do when you wake up?
27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?
28. Who are you most comfortable around?
29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?
30. Do you ever want to get married?
31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail?
32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?
33. Spell your name with your chin.
34. Do you play sports? What sports?
35. Would you rather live without TV or music?
36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?
37. What do you say during awkward silences?
38. Describe your dream girl/guy?
39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?
40. What do you want to do after high school?
41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?
42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?
43. Do you smile at strangers?
44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?
45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?
46. What are you paranoid about?
47. Have you ever been high?
48. Have you ever been drunk?
49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?
50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?
51. Ever wished you were someone else?
52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?
53. Favourite makeup brand?
54. Favourite store?
55. Favourite blog?
56. Favourite colour?
57. Favourite food?
58. Last thing you ate?
59. First thing you ate this morning?
60. Ever won a competition? For what?
61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?
62. Been arrested? For what?
63. Ever been in love?
64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?
65. Are you hungry right now?
66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?
67. Facebook or Twitter?
68. Twitter or Tumblr?
69. Are you watching tv right now?
70. Names of your bestfriends?
71. Craving something? What?
72. What colour are your towels?
72. How many pillows do you sleep with?
73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?
74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?
75. Favourite animal?
76. What colour is your underwear?
77. Chocolate or Vanilla?
78. Favourite ice cream flavour?
79. What colour shirt are you wearing?
80. What colour pants?
81. Favourite tv show?
82. Favourite movie?
83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?
84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?
85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?
86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?
87. First person you talked to today?
88. Last person you talked to today?
89. Name a person you hate?
90. Name a person you love?
91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?
92. In a fight with someone?
93. How many sweatpants do you have?
94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?
95. Last movie you watched?
96. Favourite actress?
97. Favourite actor?
98. Do you tan a lot?
99. Have any pets?
100. How are you feeling?
101. Do you type fast?
102. Do you regret anything from your past?
103. Can you spell well?
104. Do you miss anyone from your past?
105. Ever been to a bonfire party?
106. Ever broken someone’s heart?
107. Have you ever been on a horse?
108. What should you be doing?
109. Is something irritating you right now?
110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?
111. Do you have trust issues?
112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?
113. What was your childhood nickname?
114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?
115. Do you play the Wii?
116. Are you listening to music right now?
117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?
118. Do you like Chinese food?
119. Favourite book?
120. Are you afraid of the dark?
121. Are you mean?
122. Is cheating ever okay?
123. Can you keep white shoes clean?
124. Do you believe in love at first sight?
125. Do you believe in true love?
126. Are you currently bored?
127. What makes you happy?
128. Would you change your name?
129. What your zodiac sign?
130. Do you like subway?
131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?
132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?
133. Favourite lyrics right now?
134. Can you count to one million?
135. Dumbest lie you ever told?
136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?
137. How tall are you?
138. Curly or Straight hair?
139. Brunette or Blonde?
140. Summer or Winter?
141. Night or Day?
142. Favourite month?
143. Are you a vegetarian?
144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?
145. Tea or Coffee?
146. Was today a good day?
147. Mars or Snickers?
148. What’s your favourite quote?
149. Do you believe in ghosts?
150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?
2. Are you outgoing or shy?
3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?
4. Are you easy to get along with?
5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?
6. What kind of people are you attracted to?
7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?
8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?
9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?
10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?
11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?
12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?
13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?
14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?
15. What good thing happened this summer?
16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?
17. Do you think there is life on other planets?
18. Do you still talk to your first crush?
19. Do you like bubble baths?
20. Do you like your neighbors?
21. What are you bad habits?
22. Where would you like to travel?
23. Do you have trust issues?
24. Favorite part of your daily routine?
25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?
26. What do you do when you wake up?
27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?
28. Who are you most comfortable around?
29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?
30. Do you ever want to get married?
31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail?
32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?
33. Spell your name with your chin.
34. Do you play sports? What sports?
35. Would you rather live without TV or music?
36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?
37. What do you say during awkward silences?
38. Describe your dream girl/guy?
39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?
40. What do you want to do after high school?
41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?
42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?
43. Do you smile at strangers?
44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?
45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?
46. What are you paranoid about?
47. Have you ever been high?
48. Have you ever been drunk?
49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?
50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?
51. Ever wished you were someone else?
52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?
53. Favourite makeup brand?
54. Favourite store?
55. Favourite blog?
56. Favourite colour?
57. Favourite food?
58. Last thing you ate?
59. First thing you ate this morning?
60. Ever won a competition? For what?
61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?
62. Been arrested? For what?
63. Ever been in love?
64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?
65. Are you hungry right now?
66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?
67. Facebook or Twitter?
68. Twitter or Tumblr?
69. Are you watching tv right now?
70. Names of your bestfriends?
71. Craving something? What?
72. What colour are your towels?
72. How many pillows do you sleep with?
73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?
74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?
75. Favourite animal?
76. What colour is your underwear?
77. Chocolate or Vanilla?
78. Favourite ice cream flavour?
79. What colour shirt are you wearing?
80. What colour pants?
81. Favourite tv show?
82. Favourite movie?
83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?
84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?
85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?
86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?
87. First person you talked to today?
88. Last person you talked to today?
89. Name a person you hate?
90. Name a person you love?
91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?
92. In a fight with someone?
93. How many sweatpants do you have?
94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?
95. Last movie you watched?
96. Favourite actress?
97. Favourite actor?
98. Do you tan a lot?
99. Have any pets?
100. How are you feeling?
101. Do you type fast?
102. Do you regret anything from your past?
103. Can you spell well?
104. Do you miss anyone from your past?
105. Ever been to a bonfire party?
106. Ever broken someone’s heart?
107. Have you ever been on a horse?
108. What should you be doing?
109. Is something irritating you right now?
110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?
111. Do you have trust issues?
112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?
113. What was your childhood nickname?
114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?
115. Do you play the Wii?
116. Are you listening to music right now?
117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?
118. Do you like Chinese food?
119. Favourite book?
120. Are you afraid of the dark?
121. Are you mean?
122. Is cheating ever okay?
123. Can you keep white shoes clean?
124. Do you believe in love at first sight?
125. Do you believe in true love?
126. Are you currently bored?
127. What makes you happy?
128. Would you change your name?
129. What your zodiac sign?
130. Do you like subway?
131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?
132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?
133. Favourite lyrics right now?
134. Can you count to one million?
135. Dumbest lie you ever told?
136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?
137. How tall are you?
138. Curly or Straight hair?
139. Brunette or Blonde?
140. Summer or Winter?
141. Night or Day?
142. Favourite month?
143. Are you a vegetarian?
144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?
145. Tea or Coffee?
146. Was today a good day?
147. Mars or Snickers?
148. What’s your favourite quote?
149. Do you believe in ghosts?
150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?
Thursday, November 23, 2017
STORY: SHE WANTED MY BABY.
We laid on the bed cuddling and about 5-10 minutes, when she suddenly took my pants off and grabbed my cock. I could tell something was a little different. There was an assertiveness in the way she did it. I don’t know why but it really turned me on! There was no messing around, it was more of a determined sensation to it. I could feel her desire to get me hard quickly! Her hands and mouth worked in harmony making me so hard that it almost hurt. It felt like her natural instinct knew exactly what to do! It was like her pussy was controlling her mouth and hands! She used her hands to keep my cock locked in position, while she mouth fucked my cock to attention! In one quick move, she climbed on top of me, hovering her wet pussy over my cock! and everything was happening so fast that I became a passenger in this situation.
She grabbed my cock with one hand and guided it into her pussy as she slid down, pushing it deep, really deep! Her pussy was so wet! I could feel her pussy opening up and swallowing the super hard cock that she had created. I still remember the feeling as she pressed in deep, making sure she had all of me inside her. I was almost certain I could feel her cervix at the tip of my cock. It was her way of saying, this was exactly where she wanted me to cum! Within a few milliseconds, she got herself ready and started to thrust her body up and down. Her pussy was tight and in a matter of seconds, she was moving so fast it took me a short while to realise that I was the one getting fucked! Her body somehow clamped itself over my cock and I could feel her leg and body muscles working hard, clearly getting their instructions from her very wet pussy! Her pussy had complete control over my whole body!
There was no stopping her! Every thrust she made was making more and more sperm in my ball sacks! I couldn’t believe how hard I was being fucked! This is when I realised that its only a pussy not on birth control that can milk a cock that hard! I could literally feel my ball sacks filling up with cum! Her pussy must have known because her rapid strokes became long and deep! Somehow her pussy knew that it was time to harvest every drop of cum it had made. There was no way I could hold back! I was almost in tears as she fucked me into heaven! My ball sacks were about to explode! Her pussy was so tight I could feel every wet inch. I sensed her body really clamping down, making it harder to escape her grasp, creating the perfect conditions for the delivery of baby juice into her wanting fertile pussy! I can’t say this was a gentle and sensual experience, it was about taking biology literally and fucking the sperm out of my balls sacks!
At the very last stroke, she was so strong! I couldn’t believe that a woman with such a small body frame had that much power to keep me in my place! All the baby juice that she had worked so hard to make, was being delivered deep into her pussy! The contents of my ball sacks were being emptied as each violent contraction was making massive explosions deep inside her body! She instinctively pressed deep onto my cock, waiting for the next stream of cum jetting into her pussy. She pressed so deep, that the tip of my cock was spurting cum through the door of her cervix. A hard milking like this is never over, her pussy muscles were still working hard, making sure that it got every drop of cum. After a few moments, she stayed on top for while, using my dick to stop any of my DNA from leaking out.
There was no talking during the whole session (which didn’t last for very long). I could hardly muster words together, never mind making a whole sentence. She never said “cum inside me” or anything like that. Her body did all the talking and the only thing you could hear was the slapping of our bodies as they rapidly reunited; and that wet sloppy sound of our baby making juices being mixed together. I later found out that she was ovulating that day and that she had decided that she wanted me to give her a baby.
She grabbed my cock with one hand and guided it into her pussy as she slid down, pushing it deep, really deep! Her pussy was so wet! I could feel her pussy opening up and swallowing the super hard cock that she had created. I still remember the feeling as she pressed in deep, making sure she had all of me inside her. I was almost certain I could feel her cervix at the tip of my cock. It was her way of saying, this was exactly where she wanted me to cum! Within a few milliseconds, she got herself ready and started to thrust her body up and down. Her pussy was tight and in a matter of seconds, she was moving so fast it took me a short while to realise that I was the one getting fucked! Her body somehow clamped itself over my cock and I could feel her leg and body muscles working hard, clearly getting their instructions from her very wet pussy! Her pussy had complete control over my whole body!
There was no stopping her! Every thrust she made was making more and more sperm in my ball sacks! I couldn’t believe how hard I was being fucked! This is when I realised that its only a pussy not on birth control that can milk a cock that hard! I could literally feel my ball sacks filling up with cum! Her pussy must have known because her rapid strokes became long and deep! Somehow her pussy knew that it was time to harvest every drop of cum it had made. There was no way I could hold back! I was almost in tears as she fucked me into heaven! My ball sacks were about to explode! Her pussy was so tight I could feel every wet inch. I sensed her body really clamping down, making it harder to escape her grasp, creating the perfect conditions for the delivery of baby juice into her wanting fertile pussy! I can’t say this was a gentle and sensual experience, it was about taking biology literally and fucking the sperm out of my balls sacks!
At the very last stroke, she was so strong! I couldn’t believe that a woman with such a small body frame had that much power to keep me in my place! All the baby juice that she had worked so hard to make, was being delivered deep into her pussy! The contents of my ball sacks were being emptied as each violent contraction was making massive explosions deep inside her body! She instinctively pressed deep onto my cock, waiting for the next stream of cum jetting into her pussy. She pressed so deep, that the tip of my cock was spurting cum through the door of her cervix. A hard milking like this is never over, her pussy muscles were still working hard, making sure that it got every drop of cum. After a few moments, she stayed on top for while, using my dick to stop any of my DNA from leaking out.
There was no talking during the whole session (which didn’t last for very long). I could hardly muster words together, never mind making a whole sentence. She never said “cum inside me” or anything like that. Her body did all the talking and the only thing you could hear was the slapping of our bodies as they rapidly reunited; and that wet sloppy sound of our baby making juices being mixed together. I later found out that she was ovulating that day and that she had decided that she wanted me to give her a baby.
DATING: LIE WOMAN HAVE TOLD ME.
PART 1
1. “I love you.” —
I tried to find your love in every heartache you put me through.
I tried so hard, ever day, trying to put the pieces together, trying to find the missing piece. I gave you every last ounce of my love just to find out that I was looking for something that wasn’t even there at the first place. You were never in love with me.
2. “I miss you.” —
I believed you every time when you told me that you missed me after ignoring me for days, and you tell me that you missed me and I believed you again because I didn’t want to be the miserable one who keeps missing the person who doesn’t even think about me. You never missed me, if you did you wouldn’t have ignored me.
3. “I will never leave you.” —
I still remember the night when you fed me with those words too sweet for me to even swallow. But look at me now, left alone empty with nothing but the sleeve of my shirt to whip the tears falling from my eyes. You made sweet promises that you couldn’t keep.
4. “I will pick you up when you fall.” —
It’s been days since I’ve fallen off my feet, dust has slowly started to build layers on my skin there’s no one to pick me up. You’re the who told that you’d be there for me, but you’re the one who dropped me carelessly.
5. “I am sorry and I mean it.” —
No. You’re not sorry, and you obviously don’t mean it. If you were even a bit sorry, you wouldn’t keep repeating it over and over again.
PART 2
I can’t make sense of you and what you want
it is baffling to me the things that you will say
and then on the other hand- the hand that isn’t
always reaching for me despite the walls-
you will do something so else, so different
so far from what you promised and what you meant
and I thought you were getting there, that maybe,
just maybe, we were getting somewhere past
all of the things that were in our way, but I was wrong.
We are too different, too else. You are always
making mistakes that somehow become mine,
never yours, never sprouting from your garden,
but oh, do I have a forest of faults
an army of trees reaching up to the sky
full of my problems, my mean, my selfish.
I don’t understand it when you still insist
that you want to be with me when so often it seems
you are trying to cut me down at the roots,
what seems like fault to you is growth to me
I have come back from every terrible thing
and maybe I am not a beautiful, delicate tree
but I am still standing, still proud
will still be a thousand years from now
when whatever little daffodil you end up with
withers away. You can’t keep what you said
but I promise you this: come take a walk through me
five years from now and you will envy
the eden that could have been yours.
PART 3
I know that on a parallel universe
We would have a less complex story
Where your soul would be my universe
Your eyes, would be my glowing galaxy
Your voice, would be my repeating verse
And our love, would be growing in its glory
PART 4
WHAT TO DO?
Perhaps the greatest faculty our minds possess is the ability to cope with pain. Classic thinking teaches us of the four doors of the mind, which everyone moves through according to their need.
First is the door of sleep. Sleep offers us a retreat from the world and all its pain. Sleep marks passing time, giving us distance from the things that have hurt us. When a person is wounded they will often fall unconscious. Similarly, someone who hears traumatic news will often swoon or faint. This is the mind’s way of protecting itself from pain by stepping through the first door.
Second is the door of forgetting. Some wounds are too deep to heal, or too deep to heal quickly. In addition, many memories are simply painful, and there is no healing to be done. The saying ‘time heals all wounds’ is false. Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door.
Third is the door of madness. There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind.
Last is the door of death. The final resort. Nothing can hurt us after we are dead, or so we have been told
1. “I love you.” —
I tried to find your love in every heartache you put me through.
I tried so hard, ever day, trying to put the pieces together, trying to find the missing piece. I gave you every last ounce of my love just to find out that I was looking for something that wasn’t even there at the first place. You were never in love with me.
2. “I miss you.” —
I believed you every time when you told me that you missed me after ignoring me for days, and you tell me that you missed me and I believed you again because I didn’t want to be the miserable one who keeps missing the person who doesn’t even think about me. You never missed me, if you did you wouldn’t have ignored me.
3. “I will never leave you.” —
I still remember the night when you fed me with those words too sweet for me to even swallow. But look at me now, left alone empty with nothing but the sleeve of my shirt to whip the tears falling from my eyes. You made sweet promises that you couldn’t keep.
4. “I will pick you up when you fall.” —
It’s been days since I’ve fallen off my feet, dust has slowly started to build layers on my skin there’s no one to pick me up. You’re the who told that you’d be there for me, but you’re the one who dropped me carelessly.
5. “I am sorry and I mean it.” —
No. You’re not sorry, and you obviously don’t mean it. If you were even a bit sorry, you wouldn’t keep repeating it over and over again.
PART 2
I can’t make sense of you and what you want
it is baffling to me the things that you will say
and then on the other hand- the hand that isn’t
always reaching for me despite the walls-
you will do something so else, so different
so far from what you promised and what you meant
and I thought you were getting there, that maybe,
just maybe, we were getting somewhere past
all of the things that were in our way, but I was wrong.
We are too different, too else. You are always
making mistakes that somehow become mine,
never yours, never sprouting from your garden,
but oh, do I have a forest of faults
an army of trees reaching up to the sky
full of my problems, my mean, my selfish.
I don’t understand it when you still insist
that you want to be with me when so often it seems
you are trying to cut me down at the roots,
what seems like fault to you is growth to me
I have come back from every terrible thing
and maybe I am not a beautiful, delicate tree
but I am still standing, still proud
will still be a thousand years from now
when whatever little daffodil you end up with
withers away. You can’t keep what you said
but I promise you this: come take a walk through me
five years from now and you will envy
the eden that could have been yours.
PART 3
I know that on a parallel universe
We would have a less complex story
Where your soul would be my universe
Your eyes, would be my glowing galaxy
Your voice, would be my repeating verse
And our love, would be growing in its glory
PART 4
We made up
I gave you my heart on a silver platter,
You threw it away like it didn’t matter.
You gave your beautiful heart to clumsy old me,
Who was a heartless monster but you just didn’t see.
You used to care for me and hold my hand, took the lead.
That’s all it took to give my heart as its all I ever want and need.
My care and love was disguising the filth inside me which filled me to the brim,
Your want and need were left unfulfilled as I destroyed your heart and made you grim.
You broke my heart and scattered them in pieces,
Filled me with unimaginable pain that never decreases.
Albeit in pieces your heart still existed with the hope of being whole once again,
What about me who lost his heart, turning into a monster and causing you so much pain.
I wanted to care for you love you I wanted to stay,
But here I am mending my broken pieces day by day.
I guess monsters like myself are not loved, they are to be hated and cursed,
You tried to love me, for that I’m grateful but in the atrocities I was just too immersed.
I tried to hold you tried to make you see,
That you are not a monster, that’s not how it should be.
How can I not be a monster when all I ever did was totally monstrous,
Coming in your life, filling it with love and then leaving you totally ambiguous.
Maybe hurting me hurt you more,
I am broken here but you’re the one who is crying on the floor.
Tears won’t stop streaming down my face,
I look up in desperation, how to end this phase.
Let me dry up your tears and give you my pieces,
Let us lead this pain to a road where it decreases.
Even if they are in millions, I’ll mend the pieces of your heart,
Don’t matter if it takes my whole life, for you, there just can’t be anymore hurt.
You can mend the pieces of my heart which is broken,
But what about my soul who is sleeping after inhaling cocaine.
We’ll revive the soul through love, make her feel alive again,
Take you to sea, the sound of waves crashing will take away all the pain.
The pain will go away, my soul will revive,
But I am afraid to take this dive.
When the going gets tough I’ll hold your hand,
It’ll be a little cold but in yours it’ll perfectly land.
My hand shakes I am scared,
What if this feeling is to be feared?
All of your fears will definitely eliminate,
The moment our hands perfectly interdigitate.
Then take my hand and let us escape,
Let’s end up there where we will always feel safe.
To infinity and beyond, to the stars where they’d so brightly shine,
Your radiance will illuminate, I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine.
PART 5
I still check my email every day, hoping to see your name. When I don’t, like every day before, it’s another dagger piercing my heart. But I keep checking. Hope is funny like that; it doesn’t care about the day or week or month before. It knows, despite all evidence to the contrary, that there is always the smallest chance that you’ll finally decide to answer me. Logically, I know that you won’t, but hope doesn’t respond well to logic
PART 5
I still check my email every day, hoping to see your name. When I don’t, like every day before, it’s another dagger piercing my heart. But I keep checking. Hope is funny like that; it doesn’t care about the day or week or month before. It knows, despite all evidence to the contrary, that there is always the smallest chance that you’ll finally decide to answer me. Logically, I know that you won’t, but hope doesn’t respond well to logic
WHAT TO DO?
Perhaps the greatest faculty our minds possess is the ability to cope with pain. Classic thinking teaches us of the four doors of the mind, which everyone moves through according to their need.
First is the door of sleep. Sleep offers us a retreat from the world and all its pain. Sleep marks passing time, giving us distance from the things that have hurt us. When a person is wounded they will often fall unconscious. Similarly, someone who hears traumatic news will often swoon or faint. This is the mind’s way of protecting itself from pain by stepping through the first door.
Second is the door of forgetting. Some wounds are too deep to heal, or too deep to heal quickly. In addition, many memories are simply painful, and there is no healing to be done. The saying ‘time heals all wounds’ is false. Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door.
Third is the door of madness. There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind.
Last is the door of death. The final resort. Nothing can hurt us after we are dead, or so we have been told
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