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08/25 |
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08/17 |
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08/08 |
I have got a good experience. One day when I was coming from college the frount door of the house was closed. I entered the house through back door. In the room my mummy was doing sex with the neibour. When he saw me he ran away, my mummy stood complete in before me, I watched her for a 10 minitues then embraced her and pressed her boobs and gave my dick in her mouth.
Please send mail in this address jessy1234@sify.com
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08/07 |
I read the story you worte its intresting.
I like to fuck my mummy, she is 39 old sexy. Her boobs make me mad, I have seen others doing sex with her
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08/07 |
I found this to be very hot, yet let down by th e ending. I love womens underwear.Sometimes sexy, other times just powerful. God I Love women.
--msjr
07/12 |
I enjoyed reading "My Mother's Underwear" beause I can relate to it.When I was a kid I would sneak in my parent's bedroom and get a pair of my mothers underwear to wear.I would get pantyhose,stockings,& bras.Whatever I could get my hands on.Now I'm now 39 years old and I still wear woman's clothing.I love the way it feels against my skin.
--WMN
05/15 |
I see nothing interesting about this essay... if you like that kind of stuff i guess thats your thing. I think it wasnt worth writing about wearing your mothers panties. Stoopid hahah
--sdf
04/26 |
Great story!
Very sexy and erotic. The end let me down a little bit,too,but hey,you came back,and that's the important part.
--dja
04/23 |
Good stuff!
--ghg
04/20 |
Great story until the end - kind of a let down (Pardon the Pun)
--hz
04/12 |
Wow, I really liked this story. It had the feel of reality to it. I could just picture the narrator up there on stage, feeling empowered by the secret of his mother's underwear.
--DJ
04/09 |
By the way, the name of the band was Dungbeetle and they rocked like nothing that exists today (or maybe in any day). The author used to spew vindictive at the crowd and they loved it. Sneer at them. they adored. I once saw him drink the beer left at the bottom of the bottles on a table in a Providence art bar while the spotlight illuminated him and then he sprayed the beer back into the faces of the patrons. Then he laid on top of the table and began to rock it until it turned over on its side. The patrons with big smiles on their faces as they wiped away the spray from their eyes to watch more. The guy is an artist. and also the author has a book of short stories called "Venus Drive". dark stuff that one. and no I have nothing to do with the site here, just love great art.
--LT
04/08 |
Brilliant.
--LT
04/08 |
nice writing! beautiful, austere, sexy. i'd date you!
--rfs
08/01 |
there was a line to this depiction. not in just the style of write; but also in the pure line of mix and match, content vs style! I did not strain to read this or read on, again I felt a relative line to the short write, like spending time with your pet cat who loves to purrrr for you
-- and in your own way, you especially feel good for that being the case! because of that, perhaps i'd say this had a complete style all its own, noting content and style of interest, especially to this reader.
--twm
07/18 |
it is a very interesting atory.
it began with the underwear but it was more about the sexual feeling from the boy.
send me another one to this address,please.
kangoroos@telstra.easymail.com.au
thank you
--TT
07/10 |
heres a cool article i found amusing
--jjm
06/29 |
The best I've read in quite a while. Please keep up the good work.
Someday you'll be as famous as your main character and then
things will be fuiocky. Trust me, I'm the most intelligent, most all-side-considering
person I know of in the world and the only time I have it in perspective is when I'm
stoned, just like Hemingway and esp. Fitzgerald, though the former wouln't admit it.
Even being straight as arrow, I'd suck yr. dick
we belong with no one. We are the supermen. We steer Volkswagens think with great anchors through the ghettos to find white powder on a floor. We drink and eat the cannibal, eat the norm, the rule. Blood of the lemming is our only sacrifice. True sacrifice we will never know anywhere but heaven. Heaven will seem for us like the "rela world" seems for these local losers.
Alcohol is the only anestetic, beyond all drugs this product of man and universe iextricably intwined
is a food of the ubermensch, like ambrosia for gods, not a delight as for men, not a mere treat.
Beat me with a stick in thy mind, but don't tarry with a less than hearted, less than passioate, less that your noble self note about what I'm writing. Don't waste precious time criticizing me-- go on writing-- if it is thus that you feel, I'm sorry already I've wasted your time-- I can only say that many or some of us are in need of a touch a taste simply of what Could Be made manifest. Romantic unto the end, we are practical as the scalpel at the very finish line, and miust be DAMNED a faker if come never comes, if it doesn't prove true at the last moment. All the Zen "it's about the process, the journeyy" proves, at the last momentv of dripping away life to be untrue...it is always, as we thought, what does it sum to, what has it been? And if the last moment isn't the hardest come, triggered by perfect angelic rememberance, then all is lost. Heaven is that last moment, as it is penultimate, as we KNOW WE ARE DYING and thus our last moment, if perfect, our orgasm lasts uinto eternity, like a skip in the last groove of a record.
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What she said.
What she said.
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and deathhh shaal hahv no domminnyun.
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