A simple Happy New Year to all. Especially to all those with whom I've had some Forum fun and chat room fun.
No resolutions....apart from I'm gonna stop being a virgin (I hope I keep that one this time)
See you all next year.
jo
"I...I...I've had bad thoughts santa.
Evil thoughts santa.
Thoughts that I can't even utter at confession, Santa." Gasps bi.
Rolling those lovely big eyes upwards to santa, bi whispers:
"I want for christmas.....to be in....NO NO....to HAVE Avalons Avatar....and to be...."
Office Parties are just cringeworthy.
But, I may be biased because I haven't got off with anyone (I have the greatest respect for my co-workers and wouldn't make any moves anyways).
My ex-wife (a boss), when my wife (a boss then), did get off with someone!!!
jo
Welcome fellow Wicklow folk, March and Delilah.
Nice pics by the way.
Jo
Welcome to site averagecpl.
I hope that your message won't mean that you won't be chatting on the forums with us who are not in your want-list.
Best wishes.
Jo
To be able to jump into Shakiras body and pose 'myself' anyway I want and then to jump back into my body and look at her posed 'just for me'.
(I'm sure there are easier ways of doing that)
jo
Because I need an excuse to have a wash with my Two for price of One shower gel bargains.
Or maybe simply because I wouldn't bother washing otherwise. :O
Pooh. Did I life my arm to reach for the 'W' key?
jo
Lingerie....knickers that don't show too much arse. Just a hint that there is something very very nice just below the surface of the delicate fabric. Lovely.
Lace-top stockings....worn correctly. Tempting.
White. Black and pastel colours.
Bra....optional, so long as it matches the rest.
jo
An observation....and question?
I don't see too many Role Plays here. Why?
Are many RolePlays quite predictable? You can even buy the outfits....that is how predictable.
OR is it a case that people think that RolePlays are predictable (or of an expected format) that they either don't bother, or think that theirs are not 'RolePlay' because they 'haven't bought the outfits'.
Just wonderng. (or am I trying to tempt some posts here...? who knows)
jo
Addies....filing your nails counts as being interested....but....
struggling to tie the ankle laces of the shoes on your new Avatar doesn't. That could confuse a bloke into thinking he's got you writhing in ectasy.
UNLESS.......they are what you used to give Dora a good hiding with...(lash. lash) .:devil:
jo
Addies....there is a bit of dare in having a cup of tea whilst having ya girl riding the fuck off ya.
a) how to concentrate
b) how to make it clear that you'll still interested
c) how not to scald her tits
and
d) not knocking half your teeth out whilst sipping it gently (and one does sip tea, not gulp, from a fine bone china cup in a refined sociey: one should know) with all the manic rhythms going on above you.
{I'm probably the sanest person alive....apart from my da: King Tut)
x
jo
To break my head and neck into this world from a shelled home for several months and listen to the call of parent bird.
Survival. Survival is the game. Survival is the same: for man and beast.
Both to feast on love and passion, and some is for ration:
except for the special baby.
Tended carefully in a nest lined with carefully selected feathers and leaves layed in order around a nest.
One of six eggs; the first one of six eggs is hatched as me.
Special? Yes I'm special to my parent bird.
But I'm blind. I can hear but I can't see. But I do see the world ahead of me.
I do hear the flapping wings of my parent bird beating closer and closer to me.
I may be helpless, but I do know what to do. Blind....I open my mouth.
Kind....parent opens hers to gently encourage me to beg.
To beg for my life?
No, but yes. That is it. Survival. Survival for me who begs for my life.
Collected in distant fields and hedges: berries, nuts, and seeds seem sacrificed to feed me my life. A farmers livelyhood has been ....just for me. Survival. I must survive. Not knowing if I'll ever see, but knowing what I must do.
Eat.
Let my parent bird the forests to feed me.
Masticated. Swallowed. Doggy-bagged in a crop.
Parent bird regurgitates my prescious meal. Passing mouth to mouth. I feel life and passion flow into me.
Helpless...but i survive.
I love being helpless and blind and being pampered for a reason.
No one knows that reason, but there is reason.
I love it and I survive.
.....
Or to put it another way: I like to lie there smoking a cigarette and having a cup of tea and have my girl be on top shagging me. Not many girls would do that. But I like it that way. The game is called 'I wanna be lazy fucker tonight' and my girl loves it (truth).
jo
Role play it in the 'Anything Goes' forum....there is a thread on Role Play active at present.
It may be better than the real experience (as above reply maybe shows)
jo
jo
Could lend itself to some long posts.....
would a role play such as
being a freshly hatched baby parrot being preened by mummy bird and fed regurgitated well masticated food be OK?
or is that for a different type of thread (maybe 'weird food' or 'secret fantasies')
jo
Addies, you didn't quite make it clear...
do you mean:
a) Girl swallow/spit mans?
b) Man swallow his own when kissing girl?, or
c) Man swallow someone elses from girl mouth whilst kissing?
There are probably others (that I wouldn't know about...:angel: )
jo
I'm probably only 23 years old and have a girlfriend who's mid 30s.
But I like to role play this (nearly) 50 year old grey haired man wh can manage sex about twice a month.
I wear a floppy belly that I got from the 2 euro shop in Nutgrove.....boy it looks so realistic.
My girlfriend get's mega turned-on as it really feels like having sex with a real 50-year old codger.
I even have to play 'out of breath' games.
jo
.....but others may put you tops.
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