winodork666

Original posting by Mr. Winodork

it appears that you still hang on my wall and have not yet made it into my life. You don't have to entertain me or amuse me. All you have to do is sit there and smile, while I seduce you. Sounds easy right?
Well wouldn't that be nice if that were true, but alas. I am picky, complicated and difficult and I would expect that you would be that same. But with enough booze maybe we could get along.

Reply from miss Veronica kittie:

Have you thought about the pinup girls who surrond you daily as you you
remain focused on the one you can't have? We watch your sexy smile,
longing
for the seduction you seemed determined to direct towards a fantasy
when you
could have the real flesh and blood to spank and bite...just like the
girl
in the picture we are complicated and difficult but give amazing head
and if
you tried, it would make you forget all about that pinup girl.........

Reply from Mr. Winodork:

But, the fantasy in my head is much simpler and
just
as vivid. Real life is complicated, messy and
fast.
Have you forgotten like just like yourself, I am
difficult? I don't want the things that I have, I
want the unobtainable. The never achievable goal
of
something that I can never have. Life is supposed
to
be a tragedy and I subconsciously do my best to
make
it so.
But that is just a tangent, because my fantasies
often
come true and when they do....Well lets just say
that
pouty red lips taste the sweetest when the passion
is
real and fantasy doesn't leave the bed for days.

Miss veronica Kittie:

I want to hear more about these fantasies...tell me
yours and i'll tell you
mind. Here's a hint....I am a VERY dirty girl and I
need to be punished
Your turn...

Mr. Winodork:

my fantasies, well..
They always seem to involve lace and leather, rope and
jazz. I tend to bite, but who doesn't. I would
picture you tied up and in my bed, with your boots on
of course. Of course your fishnets would be the only
thing inbetwen you and I. But, that wouldn't last
long. Those would have to be ripped off with my
teeth, so I could taste you better. And this, well
this is the moment that I live for. To make you
scream, to hear the sound that you make when you make
that special sound,k for this I would go down.

Miss Veromica Kittie:

ummm, yummy.

I like to start sooner, though. you walk into the dive bar, umm,lets
see, how about el rico, you're a mission boy. i'm in the corner, drinking
jack on the rocks. black combat boots, fishnets with garters, jet black hair
and matching blood red lips and nails. You walk up to me and without a
word take my hand and lead me out back. You place me on a ledge, blind fold
me and tie my hands behind my back. I struggle but not very hard. consent
is always subjective. You bite my blood red sweet lips and I search for
you blindly. nibble my neck and expose my breasts to lick my hard nipples
as I squirm in ecstacy and fear. You finger me and find that my pussy is
already dripping wet. You unzip your fly, and you take my blind fold off so I
can see your rock hard cock. You move towards me and......
your turn.

Mr. Winodork:

>For in my mind...
>I would find an old cord dangling from the wall, rip
>it out and tie your arms and leggs so that while you
>could still move, you couldnt move enough to actually
>untie yourself.
>At this precise moment the cute bar tender with an
>attitude as bad as her bangs would walk around the
>corner. Stop and just watch as a prepared to
>penetrate your red dripping lips.
>She thought she heard a noise. She would walk over,
>put her cigarette out on my arm and say "may I join
>you?"
>and without even looking at me she would go strait for
>your nipples, teasing, biting..
>And with the cords to keep you from going anywhere and
>the blindfold to keep you from seeing who was doing
>what to who...

Miss Veronica Kittie:

What delicious thoughts with which to fall into a drunken slumber....I
just
can't decide which I like more. i don't think your second thought is
unlikely as you seem to think. I've met girls in stranger ways. the
line
between fantasy and reality is more blurred than you can ever imagine.