Loves Words

[Guest BenDover]

I don't know if its just me, but the Message Center has seemed a tad flat in the last week or two. Nothing has gotten my butt watering or my pecker to stand on end lately. I can't be bored with this site already, can I?

 

So, in a self-serving attempt to fire up our torches, I submit the following list of favorite words or phrases that churn my engine:

 

Horny Salacious Tumescent Edge

Sweat Nipple Secret Muscle

Saliva Pucker Whisper Curve

Grind Swallow Lubricant Cleft

Slide Sphincter Pound Tiara

Sperm Gut Throat Pole

Slut Turgid Arm Pit Rod

 

I think that's a good start. My favorite phrase: "You're gonna' make me cum."}> My least favorite phrase: "Are you in yet?"x(

 

See you later, boys.

[+ nycman]

> Horny Salacious Tumescent Edge

> Sweat Nipple Secret Muscle

> Saliva Pucker Whisper Curve

> Grind Swallow Lubricant Cleft

> Slide Sphincter Pound Tiara

> Sperm Gut Throat Pole

> Slut Turgid Arm Pit Rod

 

 

Funny...I think you just described Rick Munroe!

[Guest Gentle Dude]

>My favorite phrase: "You're gonna' make me cum."}> My least favorite phrase: "Are you in yet?"x(

 

How about "Ready for round 2...3...4...?"

[Guest Zach DC]

Damn BenDover, you sound like you really need your holes fucked.

 

Some of my favorite words to hear -- "As hard as you want, Zach."

[Rick Munroe]

>Funny...I think you just described Rick Munroe!

 

LOL! Now I know what to say the next time someone calls & says "Tell me a little more about yourself."

[OneFinger]

Favorite phrases I say to someone else are:

 

Put your heels on my shoulders.

 

BOHICA (Bend over. Here it comes again.)

[Guest BenDover]

MTYT, Zach! Completely frustrated by your last puzzle to me, I went my own direction. Ended up hornier than a three-peckered goat. And your words (and pic), helped send me over the top. Words I like to say, especially when its not true, "Is that as hard as you can go?"

 

P.S. A couple more words I forgot:

Prick Screw

Spooge Spunk

Smack Cheeks

 

Man. I gotta' get laid.

[Guest Zach DC]

> Prick Screw Smack Cheeks

 

OK BenDover.

 

 

And some of my least favorite words to hear -- "Sorry, it must be from the Chimichunga platter I ate last night."

 

Zach DC

[Traveller]

>Chimichunga platter>

 

Very good ZDC. My chile rellenos allusion was getting pretty stale; it's clearly past corn on the cob season; and we don't want to peak on mince meat pie too soon.

 

Later.

[Guest Zach DC]

> corn on the cob

 

Corn Nutz. BQ or plain?

 

Zach DC

[Guest WetDream]

RE: To churn Mr. Dover's engine

 

Salacious thoughts raced through Ben’s mind as he climbed into the trucker’s rig parked in the diner’s parking lot somewhere in the Pacific Northwest. Sweat beaded up on his throat and dripped down the curve of his chest. His gut tightened, he couldn’t swallow. “You horny slut, slide over here, pucker up and get ready to screw” the trucker whispered in his ear as he tweaked Ben’s nipple. He could feel the man’s turgid prick grind against his own tumescent pole. Their clothes were in a heap on the floor. No princess in a tiara, the scent rising from the trucker’s armpit announced this was a real man, one whose balls were filled with spooge. He felt rough hands smack the cheeks of his butt. With a glob of saliva as a lubricant, the trucker’s thick rod rubbed the cleft of Ben’s ass and pushed past his sphincter. Rhythmically, Ben squeezed his secret muscle. “Oh shit, man, you’re gonna’ make me cum.” As the trucker’s spunk filled his ass, Ben’s sperm erupted.

 

-- from an unpublished manuscript by Ezra Pound

 

:9

[Guest BenDover]

RE: To churn Mr. Dover's engine

 

Does anyone know how to get spunk out of a keyboard?}>

[Guest Zach DC]

RE: To churn Mr. Dover's engine

 

Fucking sweet WetDream. You need your pussy stroked for that one.

 

(But I think Ben wanted to be wearing the tiara.)

 

Zach DC

[Bastian]

RE: To churn Mr. Dover's engine

 

Super chapter, Wet. Ben, want to give him some material for another? :9

My favorite words of the week: Vanilloid, milkrod

Random favorites: twitching cavern, ropy, glistening opening, lipcrush, sheathed girthful dripslit, ringed veiny fuck poker...

 

Bastian

[Guest WetDream]

RE: Churning Mr. Dover's Engine #2

 

Cadet Ben Dover slid down the pole leading to the officer’s quarters on Station LXIX. He knew he looked good in his skin-tight uniform; the crossed pricks under a tiara embroidered over his nipple marked him as a member of the Queen’s Escort Brigade. A few beads of sweat appeared on the curve of his shaved cranium. He was nervous; sometimes an edge of fear made him horny and he made no effort to hide the turgid bulge in his crotch. This was is first appointment -- and it was with the dreaded Captain Sphincter. He placed his palm on the ID panel of the Captain’s door.

 

The titanium panel opened to reveal Spooge, the android twink who acted as the Captain’s batman. A salacious smile appeared on the orderly’s full plastic lips as he checked out the newcomer. Ben heard the Secret Muscle’s hit, “You’re Gonna Make Me Cum,” playing in the background. He must have passed muster because Spooge stepped aside and beckoned him into the playroom.

 

In a voice barely louder than a whisper the orderly said, “I’ll get you prepared for the captain.” Practiced hands found the zipper at his throat and began to slide it down toward his tumescent rod. Ben’s gut tightened, his belly button was a tiny pucker on his hairless stomach. He stepped out of his uniform and stood naked before the android, who slipped a black leather blindfold over Ben’s head and led him to the table in the center of the room. When he was face down, spread-eagled, the droid started to screw the restraints on his wrists and ankles.

 

As the music changed to the Sperm Police’s “Spunk,” Spooge poured lubricant on the cleft of Ben’s ass and began to grind his finger up his hole. Ben could hear him pound his ersatz meat. Two plastic hands smacked Ben’s bubble-butt cheeks. “He’s ready, Captain S., they are hot and pink!” Ben’s dick was rock hard but he couldn’t swallow – no saliva – and his armpits were bone dry.

 

A deep voice laughed and said one word: “Slut!”

[N.N.]

"If I told you you had a beautiful body,

would you hold it against me?"

 

"I'd like to get something straight between us"

 

and, I've always been partial to the phrase

"one-eyed trouser snake"