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A question of orgasms and faking,
I guess I can answer as it's you,
I've faked before, with one girl often,
My cum's not easy for the taking,
But that girl is way in the past.

Here at the club I fake each time,
I play a gangbang, they're just art,
Or if I think the scene is done,
Though faking can sometimes be a crime,
You need to think of who you're with.

So with one friend I only fake,
The times she knows I will,
I'm a screw up made her wait,
Don't want to repeat that mistake,
Though cumming takes some time.

Now there's a question I must ask,
To whomsoever has the task,
Are you much the same beneath your mask?

So here I shall join you finally
In this play of words and rhyme
And to this challenge I shall bring
The food is i see as pure folly
In truth I reveal the onion to be it

It is a pleasure to most, a food to be enjoyed
But to me it makes no sense, it removes any taste
And so i must admit to it I hold no love
So for me it is a crime, a piece to be destroyed
For its pure form i see as a evil to amiss

Although in my heart I do take
A solution for this conundrum
A way to this piece enjoy
And to its flavour I might partake
In its caramelized form delight

An now I shall leave for the next sayer
To leave us an answer to my prayer
And to tells now, the favorite music in his player

My favourite music?  That’s too easy!
Metal is like sex for my ears.
Heavy, glam, prog or power;
I like it violent and I like it cheesy;
As long as I can bang my head.
 
I like rock too, and punk is great!
Again, all styles are fine by me
Driving songs, ballads, acoustics;
Songs of love or oppression and hate.
I listen to it all.
 
But if I had to choose a single band,
Nightwish, I think, would get my vote.
I remember their concert I went to, way back;
I ended up with a girl on each hand.
Now that was a memorable night.
 
And now a topic in which I have keen interest:
Do you prefer a girl with a humungous chest?
Or do you instead think that a nice ass is best?

(05-04-2016, 12:09 PM)Flexi_Lexi Wrote: [ -> ]My favourite music?  That’s too easy!
Metal is like sex for my ears.
Heavy, glam, prog or power;
I like it violent and I like it cheesy;
As long as I can bang my head.
 
I like rock too, and punk is great!
Again, all styles are fine by me
Driving songs, ballads, acoustics;
Songs of love or oppression and hate.
I listen to it all.
 
But if I had to choose a single band,
Nightwish, I think, would get my vote.
I remember their concert I went to, way back;
I ended up with a girl on each hand.
Now that was a memorable night.
 
And now a topic in which I have keen interest:
Do you prefer a girl with a humungous chest?
Or do you instead think that a nice ass is best?

welll....how about Christian Rock?  Stryper?...=P

Honestly, whilst I like a nice chest,
Particularly nipples that I can tease,
I prefer shapely legs and a small bust,
So I will have to answer that ass is best,
Though a large chested lady is not a turn off.

A figure in proportion well shaped over all,
With a person of wit and charm behind the eyes,
A nice smile and a filthy mind go a long way,
To making me want to answer the call,
I do enjoy seeing cute breasts bounce though.

An ass bouncing, rising and falling,
As a hot woman runs, or jogs, or fucks,
Or gets thoroughly spanked I suppose,
Is something very far from appalling,
In fact I would say its rather appealing.

So then my question seems no fun,
but are we finally done,
No onto the next one.

New topic: Roleplay

Rules: I will start by writing a Tanks (explained below) with an RP situation, the next person then writes a tanka continuing the scene. This repeats.

Tanka: A traditional Japanese poem. It does not rhyme, but has the syllabic structure 5,7,5,7,7. Typically the first 3 lines describe a situation, the last two emotion related to it. This isn't required though.

Gliding she entered,
The room, hips swaying, graceful,
Glanced at him smiling,
His heart skipped a beat, fluttered,
A flame began to kindle.

(05-09-2016, 02:59 PM)Kyrios Wrote: [ -> ]Gliding she entered,
The room, hips swaying, graceful,
Glanced at him smiling,
His heart skipped a beat, fluttered,
A flame began to kindle.

She approached, floating
Across the shimmering floor,
Her footsteps silent.
Entranced he stood, unable
To take his eyes off of her.

Her eyes locked on his,
She moved ever closer, 'til
He could smell her scent.
Nervously he coughed and said,
"This is the men's toilets, love."

To the wall she turns
Then her pants unziping wide
A large cock reveals
With a grin and a smile
Does the deed as a man would

Pissing up the wall,
No need for a urinal,
Her spray splashing back;
Her clothes becoming drenched with
Warm, aromatic liquid.

He watches closely,
His hand moving to his pants,
Pulling out his shaft,
Stroking, tugging, jerking it,
Aroused by the sight and smell.