If I'm a prude, how do you explain my flexibility about sexual issues such that I was able to compose the below bodice ripper?
If the below doesn't mitigate most accusations of "he's a prude" against me, what would it take, Turq? I have been hit by predators all my fucking life, and the cost has been almost absolute. Call me over sensitized, call me obsessed about the concept "predation," I'll be there agreeing to some extent, but calling me a prude is simply ridiculous. Even if I'M THE predator who's projecting on you, you have yet to answer the questions about your lifestyle that would put to rest any notion of your being a predator. You've presented yourself here as one who does the stuff that a predator would do. When I initially started posting here about your lifestyle, it was you who got all defensive and started trying to change the dialogue's issue from predation to prudery. Even if I'm completely off track, the methods you've used to debate me have all marked you well in the minds of others here, and with that I'm satisfied muchly. I don't see how anyone here could think you're an honest and forthright human being after seeing how you fucking run from the least challenge here. You say you've got a hundred hard earned tee shirts, but you show no accumulated wisdom from having done so. Your experiences have turned you into an anarchist instead of a compassionate lover of humanity. Who here would suggest to their daughter that Turq would be a great catch, since he's a world traveler, is well off, etc.? Who here would set up someone with Turq on a blind date without giving that person a few of his posts here to display his mindset -- and, not incidentally, how easily he's been unmasked by virtually everyone here? It's as if everyone at FFL has said, "Turq, you're naked and to boot, you ain't no emperor," but there he is strutting into that cafe to yet again take his throne. To me the below write up of "sex between peers," is a fairly true depiction of a typical healthy sexual encounter. I could only have written the below by deeply resonating with the material --not just the sexual actions but the psychological waves of whammy too. I most devoutly wish that all humans have these kinds of experiences available to them -- especially those who are experimenting with May-December romances. If an old man and a young girl could have these experiences, to me, that would go a long way towards tilting me to predict that they could make it despite the huge huge challenges. Why? Because good healthy sex is so powerful as a bonding process. Edg How Mrtyunjaya and Surasundari really get it on (Vedic genitalia) That Vaj -- what a horn dog monk. Who knew he would not only post something erotic here, but that he would be such a poor Sanskrit scholar when it comes to translation. Vaj, Vaj, Vaj Tsk. Tsk! No matter. I've translated the same text and provide it below. Vaj, ya really should, um, bone up on your Sanskrit. Vaj wrote: > It sounds like you're not aware of Vedic Technology of the Yonified Field. Let me quote the Vedic texts [Vaj commentary interspersed]: > > A person should not worship the yoni if he does not > have the Shakti mantra. This initiation and mantra is the > deliverer from hell. > > I am Mrtyunjaya, beloved of your yoni. Surasundari, I > always worship Durga in my heart lotus. This liberates the > mind from distinctions such as Divya and vira. O Lady > Goddess! worshipping in this manner, liberation is placed > within a person's reach. > > [trans: I love you baby, I really love you in my heart chakra] Laying next to you in bed. San Francisco splashes late afternoon around our walls, and we are totally there with complete focus. I drink in your body in the sunlight. > > A yoni worshipper should prepare the Shakti mantra. He > gains wealth, poesy, wisdom and omniscience. He becomes > the four-faced Brahma for one hundred million aeons. > > [trans.: hehe. I'll soon be the Big Man on Campus] My left arm under your head wraps around you with my hand upon your breast. My right hand travels where it will. As it travels, our attentions unite along the trail of my caress. My left palm cupping your lovely breast feels the nipple probing. I bend and lightly touch it with the tip of my tongue. Then I circle it, wetting your areola. Then deliciously I pull it into my mouth. Your breath rushes in, and your breast rises from within, swelling to my lips. While at the same time your hips thrust upwards, beckoning, a cat's back arching for my hand. > > What is the use of talking! To speak of this avails naught. > If a person worships with menstrual flowers, he also has > power over fate. Doing much puja in this way, he may > become liberated. > > [trans.: Oh gawd, the obligatory foreplay!] Edg's translation: "I can't believe we're doing this." We don't know who says this. > The devotee should place a Shakti in a circle. She should > be wanton, beautiful, devoid of shame and disgust, charming > by nature, supremely alluring and beautiful. After > giving her vijaya, the devotee should worship her with > utmost devotion.> > [trans: get her into your pad and turn her on to your best weed. Tell > her it is "vijaya". She'll be impressed that you knew a Sanskrit word. > You're almost there.] While I kiss and pull and suck your nipple, my hand reaches behind you and lightly grasps your ass. My fingers perfectly fit into your crevice. I caress you therein, and then I pull your hips to mine. Your mouth parts with a soft moaning, and I must have your mouth immediately. I rush to it with hungry urge. Sucking your tongue into me. My left hand massages your slick nipple now while my other hand softly brushes the top of your delta's hair. Feeling the spring of it, as my eyes glance there to see the paradise my fingers now ache to intertwine, I plunge into it with fingers going through that forest to seek the ridges of pleasure. And down again to your other breast, my savoring lips play with it, swelling even more the nipple with erotic pulsing. You moan loudly, and you pull my cock hard and squeeze it. > He should place her on his left, and should worship her > hair-adorned yoni. At the edges of the yoni, the devotee > should place sandal and beautiful blossoms. There, indrawing > the goddess, he should do jiva nyasa using mantra, > having given her wine and drawing a half-moon using > vermilion. After smearing sandal on her forehead, the > devotee should caress her breasts. > > [trans.: Gawd! More foreplay.] Blood roars about our insides like flashed flooding canyons long dry suddenly swilling a spring's bursting pour. Under me your wild bandonment transforms us into a glistening machine. Gasps and sighs and moans are blending. Mantra-ing I-love-yous and oh-gods and unbelievables, I can hear your cunt suck with slick lips at my power. My plunges are now coming with your breaths. Too soon, too soon, we know this first time will be a glorious first dash and leap into the lake. Suddenly, a new sound rises out of you. I have never heard such beauty as your hips and arms and legs and face transfixed in amazement pause clutchingly at the top of the ecstasy and your moaning turns into song's note held in glory. My plunging now frantic, your voice cries out "Fuck me, fuck me. Fuck me with that cock. Oh God, I'm cumming." I lose any hope of final control. A monster stirs in my loins that has not growled in 30 years. My first final plunging feels the ultimate engorgement simultaneously filling the last spaces within you as my river's final gate is burst. Again and again I plunge and pour my milky elixir into you. Gasping and sweating and huffing. Moaning and sighing and giggling. Moving and pausing and holding our breaths. We meld. Unity. Bliss. > The best of sadhakas should mix the effusion from yoni > and linga in water, sipping this amrita, he should nourish > himself with it. > > [trans.: hey, it's the quick way to enlightenment.] I kiss your lips. "I love you." Who said it? Our hips continue the throbbing grinding. Cooing and moaning we lick drops off shoulders and arms and breasts and cheeks and noses and fingers. We bury our faces again and again into each other. Lightly my finger tip plays along your lips. Your tongue flicks at it as if to get one last taste of the love we shared. I kiss you, and you open wide your legs and grasp my hips with them and pull/push my still hard rod into you again. I fall with my face into your neck and kiss and nibble along it to your ear. Again I begin plunging. Both of us need those final, final last, final exhausted, final, final strokes to know at last that now we rest in each other's arms. We laugh and laugh. I pull you fiercely into me and hug you. In one motion I roll over, and you are on top of me. Still we are together. You sway about with delighted squirmings and with a disheveled light headed swooning freedom. I know we'll make love again shortly. It's impossible to quench the fire with one brief burst. You lay down on top of my chest, and I begin to massage your back as you lay there, breathing with me. Gazing into each other's life. We know. We know. The dancing, like the eastern horizon's peeking evening, has only begun. And that's how Mrtyunjaya and Surasundari really get it on.--- In [email protected], TurquoiseB <no_re...@...> wrote: > > --- In [email protected], Duveyoung <no_reply@> wrote: > > > > I think it's funny that Turq has adopted this "let's > > make fun of prudes" theme > > . . . > > > So who here is Turq railing against? > > > > Not me. NOT FUCKING ME! > > You're the only one shouting. > > And you're the one who has been acting > like a Class-A prude for months now. Me, > I just wrote some stuff to see who would > come out of the woodwork to "defend them- > selves," especially because I named no > one in this latest rap. > > If there is anyone feeling guilty about > something, I kinda think it isn't me, and > that it might just be the person who felt > "named" when no one was. :-) > > Welcome to being called on what you really > are, prude. And thank you for proving it. >
