[quote]Totenkopf wrote:
Im writing a paper on Brokeback Mountain for my BS “Film and Literature Analysis” class. The short story is waaaaaay more graphic than the movie.[/quote]
Oooh!! Details, details!![/quote]
Penis, penis, man ass, penis, more man ass, really gay stuff, more penis, even MORE gay stuff, dude gets KTFO, other dude turns into a “Forever Alone” meme, and cries.
The end.
But I’m sure you’ll love it, Blue.[/quote]
Jeez, I already know how the story goes.
I want penis and man ass details. Gay or not, I’ll take any vicarious penis I can get.
:P[/quote]
Fine, I’ll draw you a pic [/quote]
Yayayayayay!
The anticipation is killing me!
Hopefully I get the pic while I’m in the library so I can get jealous stares from all the other penis-deprived bitches.[/quote]
I still have time off from work, what library is full of penis deprived bitches???
[/quote]
LOL!
It’s exam time! I’m pretty sure you could set foot in any university library and find them.
However, them bitches be focused. They might not be appreciative of your advances, penis or not. Those glares can kill.[/quote]
They are like critical kitten, looks mean but really just wants to be scratched under the chin.[/quote]
So true. There are other places they might prefer the scratching though[/quote]
Hey Guys,sorry i havnet gotten back as soon as possible. Had to watcha nother movie today during class. Heres the paper:
The requirments called for 500 words. I did under 350. I did all my research on wikipedia. I got an 85. =D
[quote]Totenkopf wrote:
Im writing a paper on Brokeback Mountain for my BS “Film and Literature Analysis” class. The short story is waaaaaay more graphic than the movie.[/quote]
Oooh!! Details, details!![/quote]
Penis, penis, man ass, penis, more man ass, really gay stuff, more penis, even MORE gay stuff, dude gets KTFO, other dude turns into a “Forever Alone” meme, and cries.
The end.
But I’m sure you’ll love it, Blue.[/quote]
Jeez, I already know how the story goes.
I want penis and man ass details. Gay or not, I’ll take any vicarious penis I can get.
:P[/quote]
Fine, I’ll draw you a pic [/quote]
Yayayayayay!
The anticipation is killing me!
Hopefully I get the pic while I’m in the library so I can get jealous stares from all the other penis-deprived bitches.[/quote]
I still have time off from work, what library is full of penis deprived bitches???
[/quote]
LOL!
It’s exam time! I’m pretty sure you could set foot in any university library and find them.
However, them bitches be focused. They might not be appreciative of your advances, penis or not. Those glares can kill.[/quote]
They are like critical kitten, looks mean but really just wants to be scratched under the chin.[/quote]
So true. There are other places they might prefer the scratching though[/quote]
Hey Guys,sorry i havnet gotten back as soon as possible. Had to watcha nother movie today during class. Heres the paper:
The requirments called for 500 words. I did under 350. I did all my research on wikipedia. I got an 85. =D[/quote]
Homosexual sex is redundant, probably why you got the 85, it’s homosexual intercourse.
[quote]attydeb2005 wrote:
Well I’m glad you picked up on the movie being a love story. You lost me at disgusting, unchristian behavior. Do you go to a christian school?[/quote]
I was pulling the teachers leg. (Hes a die-hard atheist,liberal Swede that hails from New York) I did all my research on Wikipedia so you know I didn’t take this paper serious,lol.
If you want to see a paper that I put all my effort into,I can upload my first sexual experience for my creative writing class. I got a 97 for that one.
He grasped me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided me
into a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were
alone.
He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low,
reassuring voice close to my ear.
“Just relax.”
Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused
hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my
calves slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I
should be afraid, but somehow I didn’t care. His touch was so
experienced, so sure.
When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and
partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing
fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm,
full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply. Probing, searching,
knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid
them down my tingling spine and into my panties.
Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and
expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A
man not used to taking `no’ for an answer. A man who would tell me
what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say …
“Okay, ma’am,” said a voice. “All done.”
My eyes snapped open and he was standing in front of me, smiling,
holding out my purse. “You can board your flight now.”
[quote]Grneyes wrote:
He grasped me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided me
into a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were
alone.
He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low,
reassuring voice close to my ear.
“Just relax.”
Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused
hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my
calves slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I
should be afraid, but somehow I didn’t care. His touch was so
experienced, so sure.
When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and
partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing
fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm,
full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply. Probing, searching,
knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid
them down my tingling spine and into my panties.
Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and
expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A
man not used to taking `no’ for an answer. A man who would tell me
what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say …
“Okay, ma’am,” said a voice. “All done.”
My eyes snapped open and he was standing in front of me, smiling,
holding out my purse. “You can board your flight now.” [/quote]
[quote]Grneyes wrote:
He grasped me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided me
into a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were
alone.
He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low,
reassuring voice close to my ear.
“Just relax.”
Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused
hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my
calves slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I
should be afraid, but somehow I didn’t care. His touch was so
experienced, so sure.
When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and
partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing
fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm,
full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply. Probing, searching,
knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid
them down my tingling spine and into my panties.
Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and
expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A
man not used to taking `no’ for an answer. A man who would tell me
what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say …
“Okay, ma’am,” said a voice. “All done.”
My eyes snapped open and he was standing in front of me, smiling,
holding out my purse. “You can board your flight now.” [/quote]
