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Disillusion: the kids are back folks. get ready for spring fever |
Posted by
xxxJackOffJillxxx on Friday, March 03, 2006 - 03:21 PM PST
Hi,I'm new (imagine a picture that is probably someone else here)
I enjoy stuff like this... (imagine a picture of something that is probably a band label or someone else's shirt here)
and of course this... (and here let's imagine something here that makes more sense than the picture that was here. for a favorite, how about something tastey to eat, or a nice sunset.)
and
(now here I'd like you to imagine something sexy or sensual or at least pleasant.)
So,does anyone wanna talk because I am so bored!! Killer Boredom!
(this person included lots of "free hosting" pics of questionable provenance, so i am not including them here. I personally find it fun to see a 14.8 showing up again.)
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the kids are back folks. get ready for spring fever | Login/Create an account | 6 Comments |
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Re: the kids are back folks. get ready for spring fever
by Starlight on Mar 04, 2006 - 12:32 AM
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Chews gum. Stares blankly. Pops a bubble. Pets her kitty.
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Re: the kids are back folks. get ready for spring fever
by firefly7 on Mar 04, 2006 - 07:02 AM
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I like this... (picture me closing this article and forgeting it's exsistance.)
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Re: the kids are back folks. get ready for spring fever
by BlueLinn (avilinn@yahoo.com)
on Mar 04, 2006 - 06:48 PM
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damn,,,, I've been gone for awhile and this is what I come back to?............
(imagine a gun,,,, a big, big, gun)
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Re: the kids are back folks. get ready for spring fever
by Xel_Pillik (-)
on Mar 04, 2006 - 07:41 PM
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... Umm, Sorry I have no words for this. .... Well except for those.
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Re: picture this
by Domkitten (saradevil@saradevil.net)
on Mar 07, 2006 - 02:33 PM
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Picture if you will a beach. The beach has sand that is soft, snuggling against your feet as they sink gently into the downy warmth. The sun shines far away, making the weather pleasant, but not uncomfortable, and stirring a soft breeze off the warm lapping waters that kiss the beach ever so gently as they move back and forth across the shore.
Walking along the empty beach you pick up a shell and toss it away, luxuriating in the sun and aloneness, the quiet of the wind, the gentle call of birds and the lush fragrant breezes.
You lie down on the soft sand, sinking into a down comforter of beach, and bask in the warmth of sun, and see licking at your toes. A hand carelessly draped over your eyes, you rest, until suddenly startled out of your sleep by the touch of warm hands on your shoulders.
You sit up startled and turn around to looking into the pearlescent eyes of this beauty that is sitting above you. Her hair some unnatural colors that shines, pink, purple, then green, and gold as it moves about in the breeze and the sun. Her skin is milky white, translucent, giving her a light blue sheen as she sits quietly and looks at you. Her face is pale and shining, with full pouting lips, that have just a hint of pink, but sparkle like her hair and eyes, a rainbow of colors confusing your eyes, transfixing you on the beach and sand.
She moves forward again and touches your shoulder, and this time you do not pull away. She puts her palms against you, just placing them there, a light touch, some wetness, slippery, and when she pulls her hands away, there is a glowing iridescent handprint on both of your shoulders. You can feel warmth in the touch, and something darker. Something stirring and tingling at your skin, moving slowly down your chest into your stomach, and lower, climbing over legs, through your feet, a banquet of sensation.
You look into her shiny, moving eyes, and say not a word as she moves towards you again, and you fall back onto the soft sand and she falls with you….
Imagination is a joy.
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