Kant
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I wish that were true for my girl, she hates it. we tried it once and she never want to try it again. *sigh*
Weirdest sexual experience?
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korvette1977
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I had a chic lick me clean after i blew a load in her ass.... I never kissed that one .. thank god
kayasgarden
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wow and i thought i was nasty!
Some do some dont kant? Many like something smaller than a dick till they get used to it. sorry i sell sex toys so i know what alot of woman want, and i like it to although anal sex is not for me?
i once found my boyfriend was laying in shit while we had sex in the woods
what do you concider weird thats the problem
iv had threesomes or five or something but a few times i dont think it is weird
i once had a boyfreind that would get a hard on while he watched me try shoes on
had sex in cemetaries a few times someone may think they are strange but i dont?
Some do some dont kant? Many like something smaller than a dick till they get used to it. sorry i sell sex toys so i know what alot of woman want, and i like it to although anal sex is not for me?
i once found my boyfriend was laying in shit while we had sex in the woods
what do you concider weird thats the problem
iv had threesomes or five or something but a few times i dont think it is weird
i once had a boyfreind that would get a hard on while he watched me try shoes on
had sex in cemetaries a few times someone may think they are strange but i dont?
This is the funniest thing I've ever seen onthis Forum... Man, I'm laughing so much... I'm not even high
Live2Die420
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WE used to do that shit to all in high school (great memories), passing them around that is. Two of my buddies and I would always gang bang girls. I'm not gay by any means and neither are they but I think we all thought that was pretty awesome. We gang banged 5 girls so far, and counting.Originally Posted by Unique
While growing up in AZ, some friends and myself used to pass girls around often. Well a joke we had with new girls was to scream out your friends name at the point of orgasim....So in other words you are screaming "OHH MIKE" while he is in the other room bouncing off some girl screaming your name.
Makes for some good laughs at the girls reaction....some actually get pissed...but who cares we were on to a new girl by the next night.
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Unique
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At what point does CPR become necrophilia?OOoops,, sorry,, I was just told that its most likely illegal,,, maybe some other time......................... but anyway,, cemetary sex good,,,mmmmmmmmmm
kayasgarden
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damn i thought i was the only one who ever banged in a cemetary and liked it!!!
kayasgarden
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both parties alive and well of course
CALIGROWN
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lol...i would hope
apasunee
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Oh yeah,, cemetary sex is great,,,,, its just all the digging that sucks...................Ewwwwwww,,,just f-n around,, hope no one gets excited either way lololol.... But where I lived in jersey, we had more cemetaries than anything else, soooooooo,, I had lots of fun on some of those gravestones from the 1800s..........................................................................
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kayasgarden
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may seem a bit strange but in a free write for my teacher a while ago i wrote this............
I have always had a fascination with cemeteries. From a rather young age I was content with wandering among the dead people, curious to find a story within each headstone. Many cemeteries in Vermont are small and most contain a section of very old stones that sometimes start with a small family plot. I often still wonder what motivates me to spend hour upon hour wandering about the grounds where I knew not a single soul to be buried. Over time I have built my own memories amongst the stones, and I think about how other may amuse me when I’m dead, wandering the cemetery doing things out of the ordinary.
My cat Luna who was usually very excited to go for walks with her mother was no friend of my favorite hang out. I tried to bring her with me once but she had no intentions of going anywhere near the cemetery. As we approached she started to climb me in protest. This normally very gentle kitty would have scratched my eyes out to not to enter this place with all these stark protrusions exiting the ground. I still wonder to this day if it was the way the cemetery looked to the cat or the energy she felt as we approached. I may never know but I still find this very interesting.
I drew one of my tattoos under an old apple tree in a cemetery close to one of my old houses. On the hottest days one spot under the smallest tree in the oldest part of the graveyard always felt so cool and deserted. I would sit for hours and draw anything that came to my paper and pencil, or writing about anything. I remember these moments as the most peaceful of my life.
Under this dainty apple tree that must have been small due to lack of care and not age I had the best sex of my life. Even to me this seems sort of strange and it certainly was not planned. Shame is not a part of the equation but I wonder why it was so enjoyable and not in the least bit weird? I can honestly say it may not have been as good had I planned it. If someone told me they had the best sex of their life in a cemetery I would think they may be a little strange but hey?
My most memorable moments are the hours I spent reading stones and wondering or better yet creating stories to match the small details given about a person in the stone that marks the final resting place of their body. I love the sound of old names Olivia, Emma, Clifford, and Albert. Everything about the headstone seems so beautiful but mysterious to me, this is partially what created this urge to know more for me. So I learned more. Every town had a town clerks office and they keep death record of people who die in the area or are buried in local cemeteries. I spent hours looking through death certificates and matching them to names I had seen in the graveyards.
Years later I wonder what drove this fascination for dead people or the energy they leave behind or what my fascination actually was. In reality I may never know the answer to any of these questions.
I have always had a fascination with cemeteries. From a rather young age I was content with wandering among the dead people, curious to find a story within each headstone. Many cemeteries in Vermont are small and most contain a section of very old stones that sometimes start with a small family plot. I often still wonder what motivates me to spend hour upon hour wandering about the grounds where I knew not a single soul to be buried. Over time I have built my own memories amongst the stones, and I think about how other may amuse me when I’m dead, wandering the cemetery doing things out of the ordinary.
My cat Luna who was usually very excited to go for walks with her mother was no friend of my favorite hang out. I tried to bring her with me once but she had no intentions of going anywhere near the cemetery. As we approached she started to climb me in protest. This normally very gentle kitty would have scratched my eyes out to not to enter this place with all these stark protrusions exiting the ground. I still wonder to this day if it was the way the cemetery looked to the cat or the energy she felt as we approached. I may never know but I still find this very interesting.
I drew one of my tattoos under an old apple tree in a cemetery close to one of my old houses. On the hottest days one spot under the smallest tree in the oldest part of the graveyard always felt so cool and deserted. I would sit for hours and draw anything that came to my paper and pencil, or writing about anything. I remember these moments as the most peaceful of my life.
Under this dainty apple tree that must have been small due to lack of care and not age I had the best sex of my life. Even to me this seems sort of strange and it certainly was not planned. Shame is not a part of the equation but I wonder why it was so enjoyable and not in the least bit weird? I can honestly say it may not have been as good had I planned it. If someone told me they had the best sex of their life in a cemetery I would think they may be a little strange but hey?
My most memorable moments are the hours I spent reading stones and wondering or better yet creating stories to match the small details given about a person in the stone that marks the final resting place of their body. I love the sound of old names Olivia, Emma, Clifford, and Albert. Everything about the headstone seems so beautiful but mysterious to me, this is partially what created this urge to know more for me. So I learned more. Every town had a town clerks office and they keep death record of people who die in the area or are buried in local cemeteries. I spent hours looking through death certificates and matching them to names I had seen in the graveyards.
Years later I wonder what drove this fascination for dead people or the energy they leave behind or what my fascination actually was. In reality I may never know the answer to any of these questions.
apasunee
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Hmmmmm,, thats pretty deep, (no pun intended) I spent a heck of a lot of my youth in cemetaries, but, I was in it for the sex,,, looking back,, I dont think I met a girl who didnt want to do it in there,,, over gravestones,,, under bushes,,, in a crematory,, and just all over..........................................
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kayasgarden
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great im not that weird
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