The Online Late at Night Thread

[The Crock]

Angel, Rox... Join in.

 

[The Dewbliners]

I just realized how well the conversations coexist in here, religion and senior citizen insestial falatio. Their like pees and carrots.

Last night it was poetry and porn. We are evolving in our conversations.

 

[DirtyJosé]

I'd say this place has been a win for the night, cheers.

 

[The Crock]

Last night it was poetry and porn. We are evolving in our conversations.

We're fucking AWESOME... PERIOD.

 

[ScreaminNormanSmiley]

And you can't forget fresh asshole.

I never do

 

[The Crock]

I never do

I know, I know. You're a consummate professional.

 

[The Dewbliners]

Kinda wish Ty were in here. I think he'd approve.

Unrelated, but I miss NSL and M_F.

 

[The Crock]

Ty is a fun dude.

 

[The Dewbliners]

Ty is a fun dude.

You weren't here for NSL and M_F, were ya? Oh, the conversations I'd have with those two....

 

[The Crock]

No I wasn't. I'm newer. But I like to think I put on a helluva conversation.

 

[ScreaminNormanSmiley]

You weren't here for NSL and M_F, were ya? Oh, the conversations I'd have with those two....

I can only immagine, i bet there were words, and occasional punctuation.

 

[The Dewbliners]

Oh, you totally do. It's just that those two were the first to take notice of me, when I first started and wasn't a spammy bastard.

It had been so long since my last non-spam, that last night when I posted in the Cigar Lounge, and didn't get infracted, I lit up a smoke. You know, like one does after having a go at Eliza Dushku, Sarah Gellar, and Amy Acker all at the same time? Yeah, just like that...

 

[DirtyJosé]

To touch back on James Joyce again:

My gf recently was in a production which included a character doing a monologue based on letters Joyce wrote to his lover. I'm sitting there, with her mom, while the following is being said on stage, quite emotionally...

My love for you allows me to pray to the spirit of eternal beauty and tenderness mirrored in your eyes or fling you down under me on that softy belly of yours and fuck you up behind, like a hog riding a sow, glorying in the very stink and sweat that rises from your arse, glorying in the open shape of your upturned dress and white girlish drawers and in the confusion of your flushed cheeks and tangled hair. It allows me to burst into tears of pity and love at some slight word, to tremble with love for you at the sounding of some chord or cadence of music or to lie heads and tails with you feeling your fingers fondling and tickling my ballocks or stuck up in me behind and your hot lips sucking off my cock while my head is wedged in between your fat thighs, my hands clutching the round cushions of your bum and my tongue licking ravenously up your rank red cunt. I have taught you almost to swoon at the hearing of my voice singing or murmuring to your soul the passion and sorrow and mystery of life and at the same time have taught you to make filthy signs to me with your lips and tongue, to provoke me by obscene touches and noises, and even to do in my presence the most shameful and filthy act of the body. You remember the day you pulled up your clothes and let me lie under you looking up at you while you did it? Then you were ashamed even to meet my eyes.

And...

Have I shocked you by the dirty things I wrote to you? You think perhaps that my love is a filthy thing. It is, darling, at some moments. I dream of you in filthy poses sometimes. I imagine things so very dirty that I will not write them until I see how you write yourself. The smallest things give me a great cockstand - a ****ish movement of your mouth, a little brown stain on the seat of your white drawers, a sudden dirty word spluttered out by your wet lips, a sudden immodest noise made by you behind and then a bad smell slowly curling up out of your backside. At such moments I feel mad to do it in some filthy way, to feel your hot lecherous lips sucking away at me, to fuck between your two rosy-tipped bubbies, to come on your face and squirt it over your hot cheeks and eyes, to stick it between the cheeks of your rump and bugger you.

Well, it was powerful, and well delivered by the guy, but jeez was that a little awkward to sit through next to my girlfriend's mother. It wasn't like the rest of the show has hinted it would get so filthy either, it just kind of came and then went. Anyway, last night's Finnegan's Wake/Porn discussion reminded me of this.

It's quite lovely, in it's own way.

 

[The Crock]

The first people that noticed me were Doc, Dave, Ferbs, and you fellas.

 

[The Dewbliners]

I can only immagine, i bet there were words, and occasional punctuation.

Let's just say you're right. And, I like to think true friendships were formed as well. You don't get green rep from the resident gay guy on the forums calling you a "tease" by posting exactly what you were wearing at that moment. I believe it was "Arizona Sneaker cut jeans, socks, Chuck Taylors, and nothing else..." that I posted.

As for NSL, we bonded initially over a band. Great band. Band called Kittie.

 

[The Crock]

First time I stepped into the cage I was actually slightly nervous. And to my surprise I didn't get flamed too bad.

 

[DirtyJosé]

I had such the wicked crush on Talena for the longest time.

 

[The Dewbliners]

James Joyce, you randy bastard! I had no idea he could get so filthy. I'm mostly just familiar with his collecting of British and Irish lore.

 

[The Dewbliners]

I had such the wicked crush on Talena for the longest time.

She's only gotten hotter with age, bro. Her and Fallon both. Still, my heart belongs Morgan. Always has, always will. Ever since she called me out at the merch table for having a boner.

 

[The Crock]

She's only gotten hotter with age, bro. Her and Fallon both. Still, my heart belongs Morgan. Always has, always will. Ever since she called me out at the merch table for having a boner.

I'm lost, either of you care to explain?

 

[ScreaminNormanSmiley]

First time I stepped into the cage I was actually slightly nervous. And to my surprise I didn't get flamed too bad.

the cage is about the only place i can post, my best posts are forgettable at best and the rest are just god awful.

 

[The Crock]

I'm good outside the cage, but the cage is fun as hell. I post outside of the cage a lot.

 

[DirtyJosé]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kittie

And I just now saw that her and Fallon have a band together, investigate I must.

 

[DirtyJosé]

She's only gotten hotter with age, bro. Her and Fallon both. Still, my heart belongs Morgan. Always has, always will. Ever since she called me out at the merch table for having a boner.

Yeah, I'd imagine that to be a moment you'd remember forever.

 

[ScreaminNormanSmiley]

She's only gotten hotter with age, bro. Her and Fallon both. Still, my heart belongs Morgan. Always has, always will. Ever since she called me out at the merch table for having a boner.

I'm lost, either of you care to explain?

well a boner is when ones penis fills with blood do to sexual arousion so it grows long and hard