why did they pick her for 50 shades?
Why did they pick her for 50 shades?
I can see pusy!
*hitting pipe intensifies*
It's the Meg Ryan theory of ""romance"" movies for women - cast an actress who's blandly attractive enough to not cause seething jealousy among the audience so it's easier for them to self-insert.
This is the only reason Sandra Bullock and Julia Roberts have careers, btw.
Based
>that cute little landing strip
yummy
Nepotism
I can imagine the taste of her pussy, mmmm.
features not too large so as to make women uncomfortable.
She was supposed to be an average woman. The porn book needed to appeal to average girls fantasizing that billionaires would fuck and suck them for life
lets be honest, this is still within the top 5-10% of the female population
Because women need a plain jane character to insert as, basically a clean slate.
Also nice bush
Do we get to see those tits in the films?
But Meg Ryan is hot (before the bogpill).
find me a more perfect body.
protip: you cant
Her ass looked incredible in the Facebook movie.
What would you call this body type? It almost looks like a slim pear shape.
They had us in the first half, not gonna lie.
--yes--
no-one who was any good wanted it.
>tfw no Alexis Bledel.
>What would you call this body type?
perfect.
kek at pic
Well? What are you waiting for?
I don't get it...
>massively popular book series with guaranteed audience and huge ticket sales
nepotism
Girl on the left got bigger and mogged the one the right
are we looking at the same photo? I don't see anything.
so what. it just feels like rubbing your finger between your sweaty armpits
No she didn't, and she still has a horse face
I like the way her panties seem to be cupping her pussy rather than just covering it.
that's not even a bikini, more like a bikn. where did the i's go? probably on her cooter.
She has the body of a little girl. The film is about sexual degeneracy. Hollywood is full of pederasts, pedophiles and females with jocasta complex.
Pancake Ass
Meg Ryan was hot, I agree with the other user. She's a total smoke in When Harry Met Sally
>landing strip
>The film is about sexual degeneracy
Have sex.
based
Based retard
just look at her dude. what a shit thread
>“You’re so deliciously wet. God, I want you.” He thrusts his finger inside me, and I cry out as he does it again and again. He palms my clitoris, and I cry out once more. He pushes inside me harder and harder still. I groan.
>Suddenly, he sits up and tugs my panties off and throws them on the floor. Pulling off his boxer briefs, his erection springs free. Holy cow… He reaches over to his bedside table and grabs a foil packet, and then he moves between my legs, spreading them farther apart. He kneels up and pulls a condom onto his considerable length. Oh no…Will it? How?
>“Don’t worry,” he breathes, his eyes on mine. “You expand, too.”
>He leans down, his hands on either side of my head, so he’s hovering over me, staring down into my eyes, his jaw clenched, eyes burning. It’s only now that I register he’s still wearing his shirt.
>“You really want to do this?” he asks softly.
>“Please,” I beg.
>“Pull your knees up,” he orders softly, and I’m quick to obey. “I’m going to fuck you now, Miss Steele,” he murmurs as he positions the head of his erection at the entrance of my sex. “Hard,” he whispers, and he slams into me.
>“Aargh!” I cry as I feel a weird pinching sensation deep inside me as he rips through my virginity. He stills, gazing down at me, his eyes bright with ecstatic triumph.
dead eyes. MK Ultraed up
Look down by where her clit is. She has a tiny triangle, not a landing strip.
Fucking virgins on this site.
>“You smell divine.” He nuzzles behind my ear. His hand rubs against me, around and around. Reflexively, my hips start to circle, mirroring his hand, as excruciating pleasure spikes through my blood like adrenaline.
>“Keep still,” he orders, his voice soft but urgent, and slowly he inserts his thumb inside me, rotating it around and around, stroking the front wall of my vagina. The effect is mind-blowing—all my energy concentrating on this one small space inside my body. I moan.
>“You like this?” he asks softly, his teeth grazing my outer ear, and he starts to flex his thumb slowly, in, out, in, out … his fingers still circling.
>I close my eyes, trying to keep my breathing under control, trying to absorb the disordered, chaotic sensations that his fingers are unleashing on me, fire coursing through my body. I moan again.
>“You’re so wet, so quickly. So responsive. Oh, Anastasia, I like that. I like that a lot,” he whispers.
>I want to stiffen my legs, but I can’t move. He’s pinning me down, keeping up a constant, slow, tortuous rhythm. It’s absolutely exquisite. I moan again, and he moves suddenly.
>“Open your mouth,” he commands, and thrusts his thumb in my mouth. My eyes fly open, blinking wildly.
>“See how you taste,” he breathes against my ear. “Suck me, baby.” His thumb presses on my tongue, and my mouth closes around him, sucking wildly. I taste the saltiness on his thumb and the faint metallic tang of blood. Holy fuck. This is wrong, but holy hell is it erotic.
>“I want to fuck your mouth, Anastasia, and I will soon,” his voice is hoarse, raw, his breathing more disjointed.
>Fuck my mouth! I moan, and I bite down on him. He gasps, and he pulls my hair tighter, painfully, so I release him.
>“Naughty, sweet girl,” he whispers, and then reaches over to the bedside table for a foil packet. “Stay still, don’t move,” he orders as he releases my hair.
>“Don’t worry,” he breathes, his eyes on mine. “You expand, too.”
Y'all r gay
>palms my clitoris
how fucking big is E.L. James’ clit
>“You feel so good,” he groans, and my insides start to quiver. He pulls back and waits. “Oh no, baby, not yet,” he murmurs, and as the quivering ceases, he starts the whole delicious process again.
>“Oh, please,” I beg. I’m not sure I can take much more. My body is wound so tight, craving release.
>“I want you sore, baby,” he murmurs, and he continues his sweet, leisurely torment, backward, forward. “Every time you move tomorrow, I want you to be reminded that I’ve been here. Only me. You are mine.”
>I groan.
>“Please, Christian,” I whisper.
>“What do you want, Anastasia? Tell me.” I groan again. He pulls out and moves slowly back into me, circling his hips once more.
>“Tell me,” he murmurs.
>“You, please.”
>He increases the rhythm infinitesimally, and his breathing becomes more erratic. My insides start quickening, and Christian picks up the rhythm.
>“You. Are. So. Sweet,” he murmurs between each thrust. “I. Want. You. So. Much.”
>I moan.
>“You. Are. Mine. Come for me, baby,” he growls.
>His words are my undoing, tipping me over the precipice. My body convulses around him, and I come, loudly calling out a garbled version of his name into the mattress. Christian follows with two sharp thrusts, and he freezes, pouring himself into me as he finds his release. He collapses on top of me, his face in my hair.
>“Fuck. Ana,” he breathes. He pulls out of me immediately and rolls onto his side of the bed. I pull my knees up to my chest, utterly spent, and immediately drift off or pass out into an exhausted sleep.
That's literally incorrect, your armpit doesn't have a mucous membrane. The touch of that is a lot different than touching skin. Try the inside of your mouth, maybe.
expand dong
surely this isnt from the actual book
calcsd.netlify.com
post cock stats, bros
>“Do you know how intoxicating you smell, Miss Steele?” he murmurs, and keeping his eyes on mine, he pushes his nose into my pubic hair and inhales.
>I flush scarlet everywhere, feeling faint, and I instantly close my eyes. I can’t watch him do that!
>He blows gently up the length of my sex. Oh, fuck…
>“I like this.” He gently tugs at my pubic hair. “Perhaps we’ll keep this.”
>“Oh…please,” I beg.
>“Hmm, I like it when you beg me, Anastasia.”
>I groan.
>“Tit for tat is not my usual style, Miss Steele,” he whispers as he gently blows up and down me. “But you’ve pleased me today, and you should be rewarded.” I hear the wicked grin in his voice, and while my body is singing from his words, his tongue starts to slowly circle my clitoris as his hands hold down my thighs.
>“Aargh!” I moan as my body bows and convulses at the touch of his tongue.
>He swirls his tongue around and around, again and again, keeping up the torture. I’m losing all sense of self, every atom of my being concentrating hard on that small, potent powerhouse at the apex of my thighs. My legs go rigid, and he slips his finger inside me, and I hear his growling groan.
>“Oh, baby. I love that you’re so wet for me.” He moves his finger in a wide circle, stretching me, pulling at me, his tongue mirroring his actions, around and around. I groan. It is too much…My body begs for relief, and I can no longer deny it. I let go, losing all cogent thought as my orgasm seizes me, wringing my insides again and again. Holy fuck. I cry out, and the world dips and disappears from view as the force of my climax renders everything null and void.
>I am panting and vaguely hear the rip of foil. Very slowly he eases into me and starts to move. Oh…my. The feeling is sore and sweet and bold and gentle all at once.
As an expert in this field, I can say that is not the body of a little girl. That's the body of some old cunt that got fucked over by the puberty fairy.
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>missionary sex
>doesn't even change position
Whoa so edgy
>30 years old
>Don allegedly chaperones her everywhere
Is this normal? Is he protecting her from getting #MeToo’d?
This is embarrassing. Women are embarrassing. What women like is embarrassing. Should I just cancel my upcoming marriage and save myself or what?
She has good fuck-me eyes
thought you dropped her?
>“Feel it, baby,” Christian whispers in my ear, and very gently grazes my earlobe with his teeth. “Feel it for me.” My legs are pinioned by his to the side of the bath, holding me prisoner, giving him easy access to this most private part of myself.
>“Oh…please,” I whisper. I try to stiffen my legs as my body goes rigid. I am in a sexual thrall to this man, and he doesn’t let me move.
>“I think you’re clean enough now,” he murmurs, and he stops. What! No! No! No! My breathing is ragged.
>“Why are you stopping?” I gasp.
>“Because I have other plans for you, Anastasia.”
>What…oh my…but…I was…that’s not fair.
>“Turn around. I need washing, too,” he murmurs.
>Oh! Turning to face him, I’m shocked to find he has his erection firmly in his grasp. My mouth drops open.
>“I want you to become well acquainted, on first name terms if you will, with my favorite and most cherished part of my body. I’m very attached to this.”
>It’s so big and growing. His erection is above the water line, the water lapping at his hips. I glance up at him and come face-to-face with his wicked grin. He’s enjoying my astounded expression. I realize that I’m staring. I swallow. That was inside me! It doesn’t seem possible. He wants me to touch him. Hmm…okay, bring it on.
I hope your fiancé isn’t as embarrassing as E.L. James. Actually maybe that would be great because she’s rich as fuck now.
If you're white cancel it since all women belong to the BBC
It's not like I would know
>>“I want you to become well acquainted, on first name terms if you will, with my favorite and most cherished part of my body. I’m very attached to this.”
So women heard the joke about guys giving their dicks names and thought it was something serious?
Kek women are fucking retards reading this shit
>He releases my hand, leaving me to continue alone, and closes his eyes as I move up and down his length. He flexes his hips slightly into my hand and reflexively I grasp him tighter. A low groan escapes from deep within his throat. Fuck my mouth…hmm. I remember him pushing his thumb in my mouth and asking me to suck, hard. His mouth drops open as his breathing increases. I lean forward, while he has his eyes closed, and place my lips around him and tentatively suck, running my tongue over the tip.
>“Whoa…Ana.” His eyes fly open, and I suck harder.
>Hmm…he’s hard and soft at once, like steel encased in velvet, and surprisingly tasty—salty and smooth.
>“Christ,” he groans, and he closes his eyes again. Moving down, I push him into my mouth. He groans again. Ha! My inner goddess is thrilled. I can do this. I can fuck him with my mouth. I twirl my tongue around the tip again, and he flexes and raises his hips. His eyes are open now, blistering with heat. His teeth are clenched as he flexes again, and I push him deeper into my mouth, supporting myself on his thighs. I feel his legs tense beneath my hands. He reaches up and grabs my pigtails and starts to really move.
>“Oh…baby…that feels good,” he murmurs. I suck harder, flicking my tongue across the head of his impressive erection. Wrapping my teeth behind my lips, I clamp my mouth around him. His breath hisses between his teeth, and he groans.
>“Jesus. How far can you go?” he whispers. Hmm… I pull him deeper into my mouth so I can feel him at the back of my throat and then to the front again. My tongue swirls around the end. He’s my very own Christian Grey–flavored popsicle. I suck harder and harder, pushing him deeper and deeper, swirling my tongue around and around. Hmm… I had no idea giving pleasure could be such a turn-on, watching him writhe subtly with carnal longing. My inner goddess is doing the merengue with some salsa moves.
50 Shades of Grey is literally Twilight fanfic written by a virgin.
>Holy cow...
>"Aargh!"
and media tried to show incel virgins don't amount to anything, for shame!
She's a claims manager and thinks feminism is a joke, plus doesn't mind the idea of us both fucking her sisters and hasn't written any cringy novels (yet). The flipside is she writes gay batman fanfiction. Not sure what to do with that.
Based retard.
Sick. Well she unironically enjoys Twilight and fanfics so I guess that's a big check in the "no don't do it" column.
>“Anastasia, I’m going to come in your mouth,” his breathy tone is warning. “If you don’t want me to, stop now.” He thrusts his hips again, his eyes are wide, wary, and filled with salacious need—need for me. Need for my mouth … oh my.
>His hands are really gripping my hair. I can do this. I push even harder and, in a moment of extraordinary confidence, I bare my teeth. It tips him over the edge. He cries out and stills, and I can feel warm, salty liquid oozing down my throat. I swallow quickly. Ugh … I’m not sure about this. But one look at him, and I don’t care—he’s come apart in the bath because of me. I sit back and watch him, a triumphant, gloating smile tugging at the corners of my lips. His breathing is ragged. Opening his eyes, he glares at me.
>“Don’t you have a gag reflex?” he asks, astonished. “Christ, Ana … that was … good, really good. Unexpected, though.” He frowns. “You know, you never cease to amaze me.”
>I smile and consciously bite my lip. He eyes me speculatively. “Have you done that before?”
>“No.” And I can’t help the small tinge of pride in my denial.
>“Good,” he says complacently and, I think, relieved. “Yet another first, Miss Steele.” He looks appraisingly at me. “Well, you get an A in oral skills. Come, let’s go to bed, I owe you an orgasm.”
>Orgasm! Another one!
show vagene and milkers :D
>plus doesn't mind the idea of us both fucking her sisters
Beg your pardon
>“I’m going to fuck you now, Miss Steele,” he murmurs
oh no no no no no
You heard me. Also her friends, she has a particular fetish for her roommate from college (a girl I fucked before she got married).
>normies think this is hardcore
This isn't even entry level hentai
I mean I'm cringeing too but if three million soccer moms shlicked to this, can't we learn something from this book?
Still there are some lines in there that would get me laughed out of the bedroom if I tried to repeat them back to any sane girl I feel.
>I put my penis in her wet hole and fuck it then i cum on her belly. I roll over and drip semen all over the bed sheets. She heads to the bathroom and cleans her hole. She farts as I reach for my 3ds and press the on button. My red garados is level 33, not quite high enough for the gym ahead. My limp dick hurts as the now crusty semen peels off as i reposition myself.
worse, she has two sons who were teenagers when this shit came out.
imagine being in high school and everybody knows about your mom's sexual tastes.
imagine knowing about your mom's sexual fantasies in great detail. imagine it. (holy cow!)
Well has it happened yet? And are the sister is aware?
I'm getting scared that this is a hamplanet if I'm completely honest. The "sexually liberated to keep hotter guys tied down" and "batman gay fan fiction" aren't helping disrupt that assumption.
>gay batman fanfiction
1. She’s letting you fuck her sisters for leverage when she asks you to fuck some guy in front of her
2. That guy is going to be an 11/10 she bought with the millions she made by transforming her gay batman famfiction into a story about a businessman who enjoys dressing in fetish gear and strolling/cruisin’ the streets at nights for cock who fucks his intern/young rival/homeless fucktoy-with-sad-background he met on the streets named Robin
She was cheaper, younger, and more malleable than more A-list actresses. Movie is regular female-schlock so it was gonna make money regardless of the actors, why bother yourself with someone who costs money and will give you a hard time? Not to mention the female lead wouldn't be targeted at men (it's mainly a movie for women) cause they'd be dragged along anyways by their partners/dates.
>“Do you know how intoxicating you smell, m'lady?” he murmurs, and keeping his eyes on mine, he pushes his nose between my plump butt cheeks to inhale my ass smell.
>I flush scarlet everywhere, feeling faint, and I instantly close my eyes. I can’t watch him do that!
>He sniffs gently as I let out a small fart. Oh, fuck…
>“I like this.” He gently pokes at my butt hole. “Perhaps I'll sniff this again.
>“Oh…please,” I beg.
>"For me, it's when you beg me, m'lady."
>I groan.
>"You're objectively the hottest girl here, at least 8/10...and I truly enjoy your...body of work," I hear the crack in his voice, and while my body is singing from his words, his tongue starts to slowly circle my butt hole again as he grabs my feet.
>“Aargh!” I moan as my body bows and convulses at the touch of his tongue.
>He swirls his tongue around and around, again and again, keeping up the torture. I’m losing all sense of self, every atom of my being concentrating hard on that small, potent powerhouse at the apex of my thighs. My legs go rigid, and he slips his chunky finger inside me, and I hear him laugh like the Joker.
>“Oh yes, my dear. Your brap is intoxicating." He puts his thumb inside me and swirls it around like a joystick and like he's trying to get through an action sequence of Resident Evil, his tongue mirroring his actions, around and around. I groan. It is too much…My body begs for relief, and I can no longer deny it. I let go, losing all cogent thought as my orgasm seizes me, wringing my insides again and again. Holy fuck. I cry out, and the world dips and disappears from view as the force of my climax renders everything null and void.
>I am panting and vaguely hear the crinkle of candybar wrappers on the bed. Very slowly he eases into me and starts to move. Oh…my. The feeling is sore and sweet and bold and gentle all at once.
>I hear him say, "Life is a comedy, not a tragedy," and my body goes limp again.
>Do you know how intoxicating you smell, m'lady?
I feel like I'm going to ruin the perfection of the line if I even try to comment on it
>“You look mighty fine trussed up like this, Miss Steele. And your smart mouth quiet for now. I like that.”
>Standing in front of me again, he hooks his fingers into my panties and, at a most unhurried pace, peels them down my legs, stripping me agonizingly slowly, so that he ends up kneeling in front of me. Not taking his eyes off mine, he scrunches my panties in his hand, holds them up to his nose, and inhales deeply. Holy fuck. Did he just do that? He grins wickedly at me and tucks them into the pocket of his jeans.
>Uncoiling from the floor, rising lazily, like a jungle cat, he points the end of the riding crop at my navel, leisurely circling it—tantalizing me. At the touch of the leather, I quiver and gasp. He walks around me again, trailing the crop around the middle of my body. On his second circuit, he suddenly flicks the crop, and it hits me underneath my behind … against my sex. I cry out in surprise as all my nerve endings stand to attention. I pull against the restraints. The shock runs through me, and it’s the sweetest, strangest, hedonistic feeling.
>“Quiet,” he whispers as he walks around me again, the crop slightly higher around the middle of my body. This time when he flicks it against me in the same place, I’m anticipating it. My body convulses at the sweet, stinging bite.
>As he makes his way around me, he flicks again, this time hitting my nipple, and I throw my head back as my nerve endings sing. He hits the other … a brief, swift, sweet chastisement. My nipples harden and elongate from the assault, and I moan loudly, pulling on my leather cuffs.
>“Does that feel good?” he breathes.
>“Yes.”
>He hits me again across the buttocks. The crop stings this time.
>“Yes, what?”
>“Yes, Sir,” I whimper.
MY NIPPLES HARDEN AND ELONGATE FROM THE ASSAULT
she is cute but not so hot women cant self insert
>Yea Forums wastes time to read some fat middle age woman's fanfic
Wait a minute....
>palms my clit
My 10th grade history teacher would have conversations with the girls in class about this book I think I'm going to be sick
Are you the painting user?
No, she's short and light (although she has a big ass, tits are small for my tastes but they're decent for small tits). She's actually had a brief history of bulimia due to body image issues.
I considered this possibility but I don't think so. She's put off by the idea of even sharing emotional intimacy with someone else of the opposite sex in even day-to-day activity now that she's "wedded" (we're not married yet, I think she just means coupled). She comes from a highly religious background so I think that's just something that's been ingrained into her. Apparently that doesn't apply to the possibility of us fucking her niece with nice tits and a great ass but I'm not one to argue or question the logic there.
Imagine your mom making millions of dollars off of publicizing her sexual fantasies
>My nipples harden and elongate from the assault
oh my.... oh oh my... ohhhhh myyyy
>crack in his voice
Oh my sides
someone post the webm
Also no, it hasn't happened yet. Her sisters aren't aware although my fiancee is aware a few have been flirting with me and vice-versa independently. They're mormon so there are easily 3 or 4 out of like 8 that have done so, not to mention nieces who seem basically universally thirsty.
Is that pic real?
It's stupid fanfic from a dumbass woman. By which I mean, she wasn't well-read nor verbose. I could bullshit my way through shit like this half-asleep and drunk as fuck.
amazing
You cannot “palm” a clitoris you fucking virgin. It’s not a god damn basketball
>“Carry on,” he orders, and stands back watching me.
>I rub myself. No. I want him to do it. It doesn’t feel the same. I’m lost without him. He pulls his shirt over his head and quickly takes off his jeans.
>“You’d rather I do this?” His gray gaze scorches mine in the mirror.
>“Oh yes…please,” I breathe.
>He wraps his arms around me again and takes my hands once more, continuing the sensual caress across my sex, over my clitoris. His chest hair scrapes against me, his erection presses against me. Oh, soon…please. He bites the nape of my neck, and I close my eyes, enjoying the myriad sensations: my neck, my groin…the feel of him behind me. He stops abruptly and spins me around, circling my wrists with one hand, imprisoning my hands behind me, and pulling at my ponytail with the other. I am flush against him, and he kisses me wildly, ravaging my mouth with his. Holding me in place. His breathing is ragged, matching mine.
>“When did you start your period, Anastasia?” he asks out of the blue, gazing down at me.
>“Er…yesterday,” I mumble in my highly aroused state.
>“Good.” He releases me and turns me around.
>“Hold on to the sink,” he orders, and drags my hips back again, like he did in the playroom, so I’m bending down.
>He reaches between my legs and pulls on the blue string—what?!—and gently takes my tampon out and tosses it into the nearby toilet. Holy fuck. Sweet mother of all…Jeez. And then he’s inside me…ah! Skin against skin…moving slowly at first…easily, testing me, pushing me…oh my. I grip on to the sink, panting, forcing myself back on him, feeling him inside me. Oh, the sweet agony…his hands clasp my hips. He sets a punishing rhythm—in, out, and he reaches around and finds my clitoris, massaging me…oh jeez. I can feel myself quicken.
It's impossible to overstate just how bad the actual books are. It's something you can only really read yourself because until then you won't believe how bad it is.
What the fuck? I was just wondering if you’re the guy who makes those paintings. I already expressed my disbelief at the clit-bit in
>panties
I can't even....
Oh, I thought you were calling me a retard. Misunderstood. No, not my paintings.
Not to be that guy, but if you didnt take her virginity, shes feeding you what you want to hear/lies.
>she writes gay Batman fiction
My fucking sides
keep Niall in your thoughts, lads. he's had a rough day.
>as he positions the head of his erection at the entrance of my sex.
I literally did take her virginity, despite her hesitation about doing so prior to marriage (religious background previously mentioned etc.). Naturally she's now a bit of a slut who wants to be roped and leashed at every opportunity.
Yes it's concerning. She has a particular fascination with gay Robin interactions, and has even written (AND FUCKING DRAWN/PAINTED) commissions for such fellow "enthusiasts".
OH NO
>The Mister
>Coming 16 April 2019!
>London, 2019. Life has been easy for Maxim Trevelyan. With his good looks, aristocratic connections, and money, he’s never had to work and he’s rarely slept alone. But all that changes when tragedy strikes and Maxim inherits his family’s noble title, wealth, and estates, and all the responsibility that entails. It’s a role he’s not prepared for and one that he struggles to face.
>But his biggest challenge is fighting his desire for an unexpected, enigmatic young woman who’s recently arrived in England, possessing little more than a dangerous and troublesome past. Reticent, beautiful, and musically gifted, she’s an alluring mystery, and Maxim’s longing for her deepens into a passion that he’s never experienced and dares not name. Just who is Alessia Demachi? Can Maxim protect her from the malevolence that threatens her? And what will she do when she learns that he’s been hiding secrets of his own?
>From the heart of London through wild, rural Cornwall to the bleak, forbidding beauty of the Balkans, The Mister is a roller-coaster ride of danger and desire that leaves the reader breathless to the very last page.
this is still in the 50 shades 'verse. judging by the dude's name, he's part of Christian Grey's (adopted) family.
I've read better monster sex books.
>Naturally she's now a bit of a slut who wants to be roped and leashed at every opportunity.
Gotta be careful with that.
How so? Earnestly. I only mention any of this for real, actual feedback and concerns I have not already considered. I'm not really sure about getting married in general, let alone to this particular individual.
unfortunately way more than 3 million
I too read Conspicuous Consumption. First book I ever jacked it to. Good memories.
Spotted the terrible at sex queer. When you finger a girl lying on her back you can gently press your palm on the outside part of the vagina while your few fingers are kind of in a hook position inside and you pull towards yourself and thus frotting the palm on the clit, which softly stimulates her. Very simple for anyone who touched a pussy in his life.
she wants you to fuck her sister AND her niece? she's got a reverse cuck fetish
The problem with your situation is that youve "opened her horizon" in the context of her being exposed to something that is reserved for marriage. Since youve now done so, she is now a non-married girl having sex. That means that the possibility of sex "outside of marriage" also is on the same moral level as "sex outside of relationship".
If you dont wanna get married, dont. If you dont wanna get married to her, then dont. Just dont keep leading her on the basis of security and comfort.
>Maxim Trevelyan
>Alessia Demachi
this
>foil packet
>foil packet
what's in the packet?
>He places his hand on my naked behind, softly fondling me, stroking around and around with his flat palm. And then his hand is no longer there…and he hits me—hard. Ow! My eyes spring open in response to the pain, and I try to rise, but his hand moves between my shoulder blades, keeping me down. He caresses me again where he’s hit me, and his breathing’s changed—it’s louder, harsher. He hits me again and again, quickly in succession. Holy fuck it hurts. I make no sound, my face screwed up against the pain. I try to wriggle away from the blows—spurred on by adrenaline spiking and coursing through my body.
>“Keep still,” he growls, “or I’ll spank you for longer.”
>He’s rubbing me now, and the blow follows. A rhythmic pattern emerges: caress, fondle, hard slap. I have to concentrate to handle this pain. My mind empties as I endeavor to absorb the grueling sensation. He doesn’t hit me in the same place twice in succession—he’s spreading the pain.
>“Aargh!” I cry out on the tenth slap—and I’m unaware that I have been mentally counting the blows.
>“I’m just getting warmed up.”
>He hits me again, then he strokes me softly. The combination of the hard stinging blow and his gentle caress is so mind-numbing. He hits me again…this is getting harder to take. My face hurts, it’s screwed up so tight. He strokes me gently and then the blow comes. I cry out again.
>“No one to hear you, baby, just me.”
>And he hits me again and again. From somewhere deep inside, I want to beg him to stop. But I don’t. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction. He continues the unrelenting rhythm. I cry out six more times. Eighteen slaps in total. My body is singing, singing from his merciless assault.
>“Enough,” he breathes hoarsely. “Well done, Anastasia. Now I’m going to fuck you.”
I haven't read it, but isn't part of the point of the book that she's just an average woman?
I did a lot of cringy reading in public like game of thrones, but this is too much
>“Aargh!” I cry
Hot pocket.
I didn't give enough shits when she cast for that soft porn, but she's sexual as hell in Suspiria and her movements alone make horny. Now I want to put my seed deep inside her.
>“Stop, Ana, stop. I don’t want to come.” I sit up, blinking at him, and I’m panting like him, but confused.
>I thought I was in charge? My inner goddess looks like someone snatched her ice cream.
>“Your innocence and enthusiasm is very disarming,” he gasps. “You, on top…that’s what we need to do.”
>Oh.
>“Here, put this on.” He hands me a foil packet.
>Holy crap. How? I rip the packet open, and the rubbery condom is all tacky in my fingers.
>“Pinch the top and then roll it down. You don’t want any air in the end of that sucker,” he pants.
Must be my virginity showing but she's a lot more attractive than most actresses imo. She's perfect
She does, but she specifically wants BOTH of us to fuck them, and even more specifically her (although she has said she's happy to eat my ass while I fuck any of them). She is explicitly not okay with me just fucking her sisters or friends off on my own or whatever.
I suppose this makes sense, although I don't think this is necessarily true in this particular context based on my current experience. She does not equivocate the two as far as I've experienced with regards to "marriage" vs "relationship" as far as external activity, in fact what I've experienced is a somewhat confusingly black-and-white dichotomy where being bonded is everything but inviting in pussy for us is just fine. I don't think it makes sense on any logical level and I'm hesitant to disagree with you based on my own past, that's just the only current evidence I have to go on currently.
I think my greater fear is that she's a closeted lesbian even despite her seeming to crave cock, and she'll divorce me in five years to go fuck pussy. Seems like a funny enough idea I guess except I've literally had a past girlfriend leave me for a woman, so. Not THAT funny.
sex for men = fucking
sex for women = wall of fucking text
Yea Forums wrote surprisingly decent YA novel pitches at the height of the Twilight/Hunger Games popularity, how come we never dipped our toes in erotic literature?
>“Why don’t you like to be touched?” I whisper, staring up into soft gray eyes.
>“Because I’m fifty shades of fucked up, Anastasia.”
in the movie, the guy is looking out a window when he says this, with his back to the camera. I'm pretty sure it's because he couldn't say that with a straight face.
there may not be an actor alive who could do that line without cracking up.
also, after he has her sign an NDA:
>“Does this mean you’re going to make love to me tonight, Christian?” Holy shit. Did I just say that? His mouth drops open slightly, but he recovers quickly.
>“No, Anastasia, it doesn’t. First, I don’t make love. I fuck…hard. Second, there’s a lot more paperwork to do. And third, you don’t yet know what you’re in for. You could still run for the hills. Come, I want to show you my playroom.”
>My mouth drops open. Fuck hard! Holy shit, that sounds so…hot. But why are we looking at a playroom? I am mystified.
>“You want to play on your Xbox?” I ask."
"I don't make love. I *fuck*......................... HARD".
and you can't ham it up because the hambeast who wrote the book was apparently hanging around the set all the time and getting in fights with the director.
>she specifically wants BOTH of us to fuck them, and even more specifically her (although she has said she's happy to eat my ass while I fuck any of them)
Oh fuck off, you LARPing faggot
I don’t like to be touched either but it’s not because I’m fifty shades of fucked up but because I’m really ticklish
nobody will ever understand me
Believe it or don't, doesn't matter. If you have feedback then provide it.
>she's female feetfag
rare
You made me smile out loud
>this is the book that drove women wild for like two years
Just TRY to tell me that they should have voting rights. TRY
>was a virgin for religious reasons until you convinced her to put out
>now suddenly wants to fuck her own sisters and eat your ass
of all the things that didn't happen...
>Yea Forums wrote surprisingly decent YA novel pitches at the height of the Twilight/Hunger Games popularity
It did?
Yea Forums never produces non-meme content.
Again, believe it or don't. Don't care. If you have any actual advice that would be much appreciated, thanks.
I do user. Believe me you could probably kill me running a single digit down my back, and suffocate me that way.
If this isn't bullshit then dump that psycho whore and get as far away as you can. Well-adjusted girls don't want to fuck their family members and lick men's assholes. You're a fucking retard if you actually need advice about this, let alone advice from Yea Forums
but was your mother a CRACK WHORE user? now go to sleep!
>“Your ass is a glorious color,” he says approvingly, and he tenderly massages the cooling lotion into my pink behind.
>“Spill the beans, Grey.” I yawn.
>“Miss Steele, you know how to ruin a moment.”
>“We had a deal.”
>“How do you feel?”
>“Shortchanged.”
>He sighs, slides in beside me, and pulls me into his arms. Careful not to touch my stinging behind, we are spooning again. He kisses me very softly beside my ear.
>“The woman who brought me into this world was a crack whore, Anastasia. Go to sleep.”
>Holy fuck …what does that mean?
the part of the book that appealed to the woman peanut brain is that it was popular and other woman enjoyed the book too. women would read anything as long as it was fashionable to read it
Eh, I could see this getting published.
Blood Ties (Not!Twilight)
>Catherine Miller was a baby when she was found in an alley, covered in blood. The State did not find any records of her existence, and she was adopted by a loving couple and given a new identity.
>The mystery surrounding her parents' disappearance made her an outcast in her home in Los Angeles, and the family relocates to a peaceful community in Ohio, where Catherine soon finds herself divided between Jake Lancer, a mysterious local bad boy, and Jimmy Evans, a kindhearted classmate.
>As the Blood Moon rises, Catherine begins to experience strange things. Not coincidentally, the town receives the visit of outsiders seeking for a very special child. Protected by the skilled Caleb Breakstorm, Catherine discovers she has been caught in the middle of a centuries-old feud between the Cains, savage vampires descending from Cain; and the Drakons, manipulative vampires hailed from the powerful Drakon. Years before, in a bid to win the war, the Drakons bred vampire father and human mother to create a child with extraordinary powers, a game-changer in an eternal war: Catherine.
>Protected from birth by an ancient caste of vampire hunters, the Children of Abel, Catherine sees her parents, associates of the benevolent slayers, killed in the struggle for her power, and joins forces with Breakstorm and his band to take the battle to vampires, with Lancer and Evans joining to protect her. But to achieve victory, Catherine will have to control her own urges for power and blood, and face the dark secret of the true identity of her biological father, Drakon himself.
Switch (Not!Hunger Games/Divergent)
>In a dystopian New York City, your power defines your place in society. There are Movers, who have telekinetic powers; Lifters, who have super-human strength; Runners, who have abnormal speed; and Projectors, who can manipulate elements. Society is divided among these four factors, overseen by The Council, formed by representatives of each caste, all answering to President Marcus Blight. He possesses the Switch, the ability to alternate between all four abilities, thought not even he dares to use them at once. Throughout History, there have been only two people who possessed the Switch: Blight and the mysterious Ethan Barnes, who disappeared following an attempt to use all his gifts at once.
>This changes with the birth of Alexandra Owen, the third person ever to possess the Switch. Betrayed by her family and hunted by the government for her abilities, which are illegal and represent a threat to the established order, Alexandra is forced to join forces with Cale Vickers, a street-smart orphan and pickpocket and part of the 1% of the overall population that has a secret fifth ability, the gift of telepathy, that makes him a Reader.
>Alexandra and Ryan join forces to rally the four factions in battle against the oppressive government and battle for their right to live in a world without the oppressive drone state Blight has forced upon them, but this journey will force the due to face their blossoming love, overwhelming odds and a secret that could shake the very foundations of human life.
>entrance of my sex
what? who calls it that?
>it's completely fine for women to read and get off to this
>i'm labeled a freak of nature for reading hentai
>In a room of 1000 guys, 376 would be bigger than you.
I can live with that
spices for ramen
have sex
I mean, yeah, she's maladjusted and sort of crazy, but she's also caring and sensitive and ridiculously devoted to the point where she's willing to continuously buy me liquor even though she probably realizes by now I'm a functional alcoholic. I would prefer someone of a more ideal body type (i.e. bigger tits, taller and a redhead) but why is it inherently bad that she's sort of a sexual monster? I would have probably married several of the sex monsters I had relationships with in the past, looking back. I get that it's not normal. But I'm not normal either. And why is it inherently bad I have a fiancee who wants to bring home pussy for us? I mean, I don't know that we'll ACTUALLY fuck any of her sisters. There's only one I can think of that would even be a possibility. Her nieces are another story, they're fucking freaks, but still.
I mean, I guess I get it. Don't shit where you eat and it can get complicated. But if we just fucked her friends? Maybe?
Honestly above all I'd prefer not getting married at all and drinking myself into oblivion and fucking random sluts. My emotional core is gone as far as any sort of "true love" concept is concerned. That's been burned out for around a decade now.
Anyway. I guess I'll just stop posting. I'm depressing myself by being here.
Did he arrive at the only logical conclusion?
>Ana takes a break from getting fucked to visit her family in Georgia
>Christian flies his private plane from Seattle to Atlanta, finds the hotel restaurant she's drinking with her mom at and drops by to say hello.
>this isn't creepy at all
>Aargh!
it's because your hentai is just technically legal pedophilia "because they're DRAWINGS of little girls bruh"
ARGH MY VIRGINITY
>Trevelyan
Who knew all it takes to create a millionaire franchise is being a bad writer with a dead sex life? Let's get rich, boys
Kek
>Holy fuck. This is wrong, but holy hell is it EROTIC.
>“Why have you never had vanilla sex before? Have you always done…er, what you’ve done?” I ask, intrigued.
>He nods slowly.
>“Sort of.” His voice is wary. He frowns for a moment and seems to be engaged in some kind of internal struggle. Then he glances up, a decision made. “One of my mother’s friends seduced me when I was fifteen.”
>“Oh.” Holy shit, that’s young!
>“She had very particular tastes. I was her submissive for six years.” He shrugs.
>“Oh.” My brain has frozen, stunned into inactivity by this admission.
>“So I do know what it involves, Anastasia.” His eyes glow with insight.
>I stare at him, unable to articulate anything—even my subconscious is silent.
>“I didn’t really have a run-of-the-mill introduction to sex.”
>Curiosity kicks in big time. “So you never dated anyone at college?”
>“No.” He shakes his head to emphasize the point.
>The waitress takes our bowls, interrupting us for a moment.
>“Why?” I ask when she’s gone.
>He smiles sardonically. “Do you really want to know?”
>“Yes.”
>“I didn’t want to. She was all I wanted, needed. And besides, she’d have beaten the shit out of me.” He smiles fondly at the memory.
>Oh, this is way too much information—but I want more.
>“So if she was a friend of your mother’s, how old was she?”
>He smirks. “Old enough to know better.”
>comparing a 15 yo dude to little girls
grasping at straws pedoweeb
she's exactly the type that likes being slapped about by men
3 movies and still not famous at all
write the same book from the dude's point of view, it's not like the Twilight lady did that too or anything.
>“Oh, please,” she begs. Her legs stiffen. It’s working. She’s close. I continue my lascivious assault. Concentrating on each nipple, watching her response, sensing her pleasure, is driving me to distraction. Lord, I want her.
>“Let go, baby,” I murmur, and pull her nipple with my teeth. She cries out as she climaxes.
>Yes! I move quickly to kiss her, capturing her cries in my mouth. She’s breathless and panting, lost in her pleasure…Mine. I own her first orgasm, and I’m ridiculously pleased by the thought.
>“You’re very responsive. You’re going to have to learn to control that, and it’s going to be so much fun teaching you how.” I can’t wait…but right now, I want her. All of her. I kiss her once more and let my hand travel down her body, down to her vulva. I hold her, feeling her heat. Slipping my index finger through the lace of her panties, I slowly circle around her…fuck, she’s soaking.
>“You’re so deliciously wet. God, I want you.” I thrust my finger inside her, and she cries out. She’s hot and tight and wet, and I want her. I thrust into her again, taking her cries into my mouth. I press my palm to her clitoris…pushing down…pushing around. She cries out and writhes beneath me. Fuck, I want her—now. She’s ready. Sitting up, I drag her panties off, then my boxers, and reach for a condom. I kneel up between her legs, pushing them farther apart. Anastasia watches me with—what? Trepidation? She’s probably never seen an erect penis before.
>“Don’t worry. You expand, too,” I mutter.
not the weeb, just felt like it was an appropriate place to leave the part where teenage Christian gets spanked by a MILF.
Even Bullock was super hot until very recently
she is cute and has a cute relatable smile
that is to say, i can relate to her cuteness
Based
BASED pusy-poster!
>“Don’t worry. You expand, too,” I mutter.
>mfw I can alter how ticklish I am by concentrating
>gf read all these books
>asked me to watch the movies with her
>first one at least has some decent shots, other two are terrible
>tell her to her face the movies fucking suck
>she agrees, says the books are better
>reading the excerpts from this thread I'd say the books seem ever worse
>now I'll have to go see After with her
>getting ready for more schlocky bullshit
>at least she fucks good
These two posts are literally the funniest posts yet of 2019.
"Aargh!" is the sound you make when your plans are comically frustrated or inpained, not the sound you make when you lose your fucking virginity. Jesus fucking Christ, this writer, I swear to Christ.
a challenger appears
Wow, this explains Jennifer Lawrence if you go beyond romance movies for women but all movies where you want women to be able to self insert themselves into the story
at least this doesn't involves children you sick fuck.
"Aargh!" is the sound you make after your entire army was wiped out by the boltons and you are slumped against a tree in the aftermath of the battle and some big blonde bitch comes wearing black armour and says you have to die
>foil packet
Why does she have this weird hangup about saying "condom"?
This is what women actually get off to? Lame
>"Aargh!"
FLASH FORWARD TO NINE MONTHS AFTER THE GREAT FOIL PACKET SHORTAGE:
>“Oh, God, Christian. Yes. Yes. Please.” I tighten my legs around him and push against him. He groans. I clasp his arms, and he flexes his hips slowly at first, in, out.
>“Christian, please. Harder—I won’t break.”
>He groans and starts to move, really move, pounding into me again and again. Oh, it’s heavenly.
>“Yes,” I gasp, tightening my hold on him as I start to build . . . He moans, grinding into me with renewed determination . . . and I’m close. Oh, please. Don’t stop.
>“Come on, Ana,” he groans through gritted teeth, and I explode around him, my orgasm going on and on and on. I call out his name and Christian stills, groaning loudly, as he climaxes inside me.
>“Ana,” he cries.
>Christian lies beside me, his hand caressing my belly, his long fingers splayed out wide.
>“How’s my daughter?”
>“She’s dancing.” I laugh.
>“Dancing? Oh yes! Wow. I can feel her.” He grins as Blip Two somersaults inside me.
>“I think she likes sex already.”
>Christian frowns. “Really?” he says dryly. He moves so his lips are against my bump. “There’ll be none of that until you’re thirty, young lady.”
>I giggle. “Oh, Christian, you are such a hypocrite.”
>"Aargh!"
>swirls it around like a joystick and like he's trying to get through an action sequence of Resident Evil
there you go
This can't be real. This is altered right? Someone please verify.
based
Women are inferior confirmed
imagine getting off to this garbage over actual porn.
that is literally rape
Doing gods work friend
>browsiung Yea Forums with that theme
disgust
Pretty bad considering this woman's level of anatomy and understanding of human sexual organs is on par with John k. Pe-ta
It's not the cheesy lines they're shlicking to, it's the idea of a handsome charming billionaire taking control of them and satisfying them sexually. Basically, women are whores.
>“Don’t worry,” he breathes, his eyes on mine. “You expand, too.”
is this supposed to be comedy
Honestly this was more erotic than the entire 50 shades trilogy.
Holy cow, what is that? She's more gum than woman.
Considerable Lenght is touring this summer with Imagine Dragons and Twenty-One Pilots
>97.49% In a room of 1000 guys, 25 would be bigger than you.
Feels surprisingly good to be validated like this, too bad Im on Yea Forums and my romantic life is what you would expect from that
At first I thought because of her dad but not even Don Johnson is that degenerate to use his contacts to get her in a porn movie for lonely 40 year old house wives.
i want to lick her cute little pale tummy!
>>normies think this is hardcore
The movies were even worse. They had gentle bland missionary sex several times, mild doggy once or twice, several weak slaps on the ass cheeks and ONE 10-second blowjob.
Yes, I did watch them.
Still blaming Yea Forums for your ineptitude ehh
Based and pusy-pilled
>Still there are some lines in there that would get me laughed out of the bedroom if I tried to repeat them back to any sane girl I feel.
honestly i used worse lines while sexting with my ex that after the relationship was over i looked back and realized it was cringe as fuck.
but then i look at this thread and see all this terrible dialogue. it makes me wonder if my ex actually liked the things i said or thought it was cringe too and just played along.
>erect
>top 15%
>flaccid
>bottom 25%
Guys did I break it or do i belong in a circus
>and filled with salacious need—need for me. Need for my mouth
there is probably some clever sneed joke hidden in here
Is the writer a virgin?
The two women I've slept with (don't be jealous) said that it's big, but what do women know.
Now all I need to find is a room with 1000 naked guys with erect dicks.
>Now all I need to find is a room with 1000 naked guys with erect dicks.
visit the endgame premiere in imax 3d
no but alot of the readers were
>erect length
96.71%
>girth
71.68% at its widest
God it sucks having a pencil dick
I've seen better writing on Literotica...
Jennifer Lawrence is inarguably the most gorgeous women on the planet
>Now all I need to find is a room with 1000 naked guys with erect dicks.
Much easier than you’d think.
Daily reminder that the male equivalent of this is watching sports. Imagine sitting down to watch room-temperature IQ niggers dribble a ball around for 2 hours, how stupid can you be
How so? It's hard as hell to organize something with even one guy anonymously.
One is erotic, the other isn't. Sportsfags are low sentient drones but your comparison is shit anyway.
gay clubs bro
I’m not even gay and I know multiple places near me where this shit happens every weekend
>He blows gently up the length of my sex. Oh, fuck…
what does this mean?
try 2 bags of sands
ataboy
>I’m not even gay
Says the gay gangbang pro
thats my next ex wife there buddy
came inside pusy
butthurt r*ddit
the most depressing part is that you think anyone here cares about you
>“I want you to become well acquainted, on first name terms if you will, with my favorite and most cherished part of my body. I’m very attached to this.”
What the fuck no one talks like that, and if anyone other than a billionaire 10/10 chad said that it would instantly dry the pusy
It might work as a joke but nothing in the passage gives any hint that it's said in a humorous manner.
This shit sold millions?
>My inner goddess is doing the merengue with some salsa moves.
wtf
>if anyone other than a billionaire 10/10 chad said that it would instantly dry the pusy
Well, yeah, that's the whole point.
>your armpit doesn't have a mucous membrane
And thank God for that:
>en.wikipedia.org
>Normal vaginal discharge is composed of cervical mucus, vaginal fluid, shedding vaginal and cervical cells, and bacteria
>On average, there are approximately 10^8 to 10^9 bacteria per milliliter of vaginal discharge.[1][3]
>The majority of the discharge pools in the deepest portion of the vagina (the posterior fornix)[2] and exits the body over the course of a day with the force of gravity
>A typical reproductive-age woman produces 1.5 grams (half to one teaspoon) of vaginal discharge every day.[1]
Or keeping The Architect away...
oh yes
Imagine the smell !
Based Don
>the mister
Is that urbie for palming clit?
>maxim trevelyan whipped out his soft, >never have worked hand- ezposing his >bare palm.
>alessia"s clit quivered in anticipation. >She knew he was about to perform 'the >mister'
Apparently. This one inverse butterface I schtupped last Valentines Day said I should call my dick Mr. Higgins. I guess now I know what might have made her confident enough to say something so stupid.
Has this cow ever actually had sex
>For me, it's Hungfun's Average.
>“Open your mouth,” he commands, and thrusts his thumb in my mouth. My eyes fly open, blinking wildly.
>immediately drift off or pass out
pick one bitch
dullest franchise
infinite potential
>tfw 1.8 times average volume but lengthlet
>tfw have trouble actually staying rock hard
>simultaneously not very impressive and also too sore for girls
All the girth statements are lies, an 8"×5" pencil dick is much more psychologically impressive which is all that matters. Physically 4" can do the job.
>flaccid
>892 would be bigger
>8"×5" pencil dick is much more psychologically impressive which is all that matters. Physically 4" can do the job.
No woman cares about "psychologically" big pencil dicks tho. It's the girth that gives her pleasure.
You shut your whore mouth rattle me bones is a masterpiece.
I think you're my rival now
>"Aargh!"
is she a pirate lmao
Wrong brainlet
Try having sex. Why do you think women like taller men despite no immediate physical advantage over a heavier built shorter man.
WTF? I love being an incel now.
>plus doesn't mind the idea of us both fucking her sisters
Based and incestpilled. She's a keeper.
>“Feel it, baby,” Christian whispers in my ear, and very gently grazes my earlobe with his teeth. “Feel it for me.”
FEEL IT, FEEL IT
>He puts his thumb inside me and swirls it around like a joystick and like he's trying to get through an action sequence of Resident Evil
Erotic fiction is best when the author puts actual effort into giving the characters personalities and backstories.
Anastasia and the Douche have literally 0 personalities to them, 0 development, 0 chemistry. They're two characters plastered together in some kind of a shallow bastardization of Beauty and the Beast scenario.
My personal fetish is characters actually doing their best to ignore their sexual desires and not to hump each other because they know the relationship is not gonna work/attempting to focus on more important things, with them eventually submitting to their desires anyway
>holy cow...
>A typical reproductive-age woman produces 1.5 grams (half to one teaspoon) of vaginal discharge every day.
>EVERY DAY
It must be nice thinking you're smart but being this retarded.
imagine the smell
No Im on Yea Forums because Im inept you dip, this place didnt make me, I made me. Very shoddily
she is cheap and also looks pretty much as a blank slate for most women to self insert into that shitty fantasy.
Pretty much like the female character in the glowy vampire shit books or the idiot in ready meme pop culture reference splurge one.
Just have sex
his face, like
>LOOK AT THIS FUCKING WHALE MONSTER, ALL SWEATY AND OLD
he is kind of scared about being left alone and that thing asking him to tongue her ass
>up the length of my sex
I'm a virgin someone explain.
This is some low tier ERP
This thread remind me of pointer user.
Where did he go?
Oh my jesus
when you're older, user
> “You expand, too.”
She looks like she needs two mirrors to see her cunt.
>landing strip
>not close to asshole
Your a virgin senpia
As much as Meg Ryan’s theory being so darn right, this part calls for what it is... I suppose...
hmm..... pusy
She was hot as fuck in Suspiria, fapped many times.
I want to taste her pusy
Where is this from?
Just think of it this way- it's more interesting to see a small wiry girl get pounded than to see some fat hog get it.
She's pretty cute for a 30 year old. Or rather she's what 30 year old girls should look like, but don't.
I like the introduction of the bad guy.
>“You are such a tight-assed, cock-blocking, prick tease, you know, Ana,” he whispers through clenched teeth.
>What? Prick tease... Me?
>“Jack, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I whisper, as I feel the adrenaline surge through my body.
>He’s closer now. I am waiting to make my move. Ray will be proud. Ray taught me what to do. Ray knows his self-defense. If Jack touches me—if he even breathes too close to me—I will take him down. My breath is shallow. I must not faint, I must not faint.
>“Look at you.” He gives me a leering look. “You’re so turned on, I can tell. You’ve really led me on. Deep down you want it. I know.”
>Holy fuck. The man is completely delusional. My fear rises to DEFCON ONE, threatening to overwhelm me.
>“No, Jack. I have never led you on.”
>“You have, you prick-teasing bitch. I can read the signs.”
>Reaching up, he gently strokes my face with the back of his knuckles, down to my chin. His index finger strokes my throat, and my heart leaps into my mouth as I fight my gag reflex. He reaches the dip at the base of my neck, where the top button of my black shirt is open, and presses his hand against my chest.
>“You want me. Admit it, Ana.”
>turbochad
>uses condoms
L M F A O
What did the author mean by this?
>en.wikipedia.org
Is it edible?
>112551187
Rise up, brother!
>these names
Huh?
Lmao ok buddy.
Anyway she's back from church soon so last chance to get your digs in I guess.
Lolno, she was hot in her Fappening pics but lolno
EL James is straight up male
I will never believe he was born with a vagina
>Maxim Trevelyan
For condoms James?
>Dude who has no worries in life suddenly becomes super rich
How is this even a premise at all?
Is this bait? Are you a retard? You must be an absolute retard. Jennifer Lawrence looks like a bunch of 'ugly hot' girls that aren't actually that pretty without make up and she looks VERY ATTAINABLE.
Whereas pic related is unattainable as fuck. True beauty is that chick from blurred lines / april bowlby / margot robbie.
Jennifer Lawrence isn't even in the same fucking stratosphere.
was gonna do this, glad I looked first
god women are gross. gay guys have the right idea, how arent all dudes gay??? weiners are way less gross!
Hows it going /tv, A movie that been on my mind as of late has been a older movie I've seen 7 years ago in school.
It was a movie based in the revolution war against the British. It follow a young man and his father having to join the war and defend their town.
Some key things I remember.
The movie had muskets
When the Young man was getting ready to load his musket with pellets, he started to count the pellets and his father told him that he needed to learn how to feel for the amount hes putting in. He does so and ends up having a little too much and begs the question "Won't putting too much mess with the barrel?" and the father says "You wont have enough time to count pellets in battle".
Thats about as much I can remember.
where's my fucking anime girls
Underrated post
>Women do whatever is fashionable essentially making them hiveminded
>Not further evidence that giving them the vote was a mistake