Posted by RubyTuesday at 165.134.141.112 on November 07, 2002 at 10:08:06:
In Reply to: since when is cunt a dirty word?? posted by chasingginnysdogma on November 06, 2002 at 21:21:43:
the writing shows potential. It was just that the word "cunt" broke the mood for me.
I was definitely surprised to find it posted on this board, but I'm equally surprised at the strong and overwhelmingly negative reaction to it. (I like to be surprised. I guess that's one reason I come here.) Anyway, I wouldn't take any of it to heart too much. Timing is everything. Maybe people would have been more receptive after midnight. The board seems to go a little wild sometimes after midnight.
: ok. what makes that story crazy? you guy's really think i am mentally off to have written this? i posted it here, because for the most part, i rather like hearing what you guy's have to say, and i honestly thought you would like it--not tear it apart. and what is so wrong w/ the word cunt? i think any other word is un-fit...let's see. we have, pussy,box,vagina,'ginga,twat,hole, and a few others, and then you have the word,'cunt.' now,in a sexual term, it can be a turn-on, if used right. in regards to calling someone a cunt,who cares? i'd rather be called a cunt then anything else.
: i've been thinking of him again. at night while i lay underneath my sheets, my bare skin against my hands. i feel my curves, i touch all the skin on my body w/ loving carreses, and imagine i am there, lying on his outstretched legs, my head in his crotch. i am naked,inside my silk robe. i have a garter belt and black hose on. i am stretched underneath him, my head grazing his cock w/ every gasp that strains against my lips, trying to not make any noises, being such a good gurl, being such a badgurl, enjoying rubbing my head into his cock, feeling his dick thru it's fabric, real and up-close. i can smell the scent of him thru his pants. the fabric is very thin. i can hear him hold back moans of pleasure as i press my head deeper into his lap, toss my head around my neck ever so slowly. him, watching me, watch him as i rub my self. touch myself. stroke myself. feel his breath quicken and i like that feeling he has. un-comfortly good. i like catching his eye, and holding it so gently, not letting him look away. i tell him, don't stop watching me. look at my breasts. look at my cunt. i want you to watch me, and i want to feel your cock rise against me, i want to feel your hands, roaming, at the side, aching to pull at my skin, pull my arms up against his chest as he nuzzles his head into my neck. presses his lips hotly to my neck. my shoulder. biting, niping very nicely at my skin. his lips carresing my body his tongue hot and wet on my breast. the nipples hard and firm in his fingers, getting harder w/ every pinch of his fingers. touching me, my skin. hands against my side, my stomach, my legs, my open thigh, his hand there, grabbing and pulling, kneading me and wanting me. he wants to take me right now and i want to let him. small moans escape from my mouth, ripped open and broken and scattered burning memories against his mind. his touch so warm, so inviting. so velvet soft against my skin. touching me, wanting me.......damn that john hughes,anne rice and kevin smith. they ruin me sexually-and i like it......