condemnedmale
12-26-2002, 1:11 AM
Hi ALL,
Truly great board....and boon.....you are sooo lucky!
Anyone else recognise themselves in this little piece....lol?
At the shops,in the bars,around town,the object of your fears,your desires,your torture,the result of so many sleepless nights....female bottoms!
They wobble,they spread and stretch,they entice....beautiful and deadly.
How one yearns to have ones face buried beneath them,feel the weight,the power they hold.
When it is happening it is like this.
You lie there,either freely or restrained.She takes her place above you.You wonder at the curve,the fullness,the beauty,above you see her waist and back,her shoulders,then her face looking over her shoulder....down at you waiting below for your fate.
A mask of concentration as she positions her bottom for the perfect sit,to ensure maximum coverage.....of your face!....you breath a little faster.
Satisfied she begins to lower her bottom....closer it comes.You watch it spread,in wonder.....closer....it looks enormous as it looms....you feel the heat...smell it as it's arrival is imminent.Then the feel,warm soft and wonderful as it makes contact with your face....heaven!
The weight increases....more and more....you feel your face strain under it....the nose start to ache a little,feels to be spreading...mouth starts to be closed off.You give a little murmer of slight panic as she sits full weight....but it is muffled beneath her.The small amount of air trapped starts to run out....you try to move,twist the head to get more....impossible....her cheeks cover your whole face and beyond.....soooo heavy.....immovable.
Panic sets in....you struggle,twist,fight for air....the bottom sits firm.At this moment in time you wish yourself anywhere but beneath her bottom.The months of yearning,dreaming,longing of being where you now are receed as your agony continues.Oh why,why did i let this happen?Lungs start to hurt,begging for oxygen.....you start to go dizzy....then blessed relief.....she lifts....the darkness,the weight are released like a large heavy vacumm....whoooosh.....the relief is immense....air!!...You gasp and gulp it greedily.....elixar....the breathing starts to return to normal....you feel calm......then the crushing weight and darkness return as she sits again!The torture returns.
A few hours after the sitting you forget the panic,the crushing weight,the urge to breath....and you look....and yearn......they wobble...they spread....they allure......
Any on else recognise this deadly allure like the moth to the flame?....lol!
Regards,
Paul.
Truly great board....and boon.....you are sooo lucky!
Anyone else recognise themselves in this little piece....lol?
At the shops,in the bars,around town,the object of your fears,your desires,your torture,the result of so many sleepless nights....female bottoms!
They wobble,they spread and stretch,they entice....beautiful and deadly.
How one yearns to have ones face buried beneath them,feel the weight,the power they hold.
When it is happening it is like this.
You lie there,either freely or restrained.She takes her place above you.You wonder at the curve,the fullness,the beauty,above you see her waist and back,her shoulders,then her face looking over her shoulder....down at you waiting below for your fate.
A mask of concentration as she positions her bottom for the perfect sit,to ensure maximum coverage.....of your face!....you breath a little faster.
Satisfied she begins to lower her bottom....closer it comes.You watch it spread,in wonder.....closer....it looks enormous as it looms....you feel the heat...smell it as it's arrival is imminent.Then the feel,warm soft and wonderful as it makes contact with your face....heaven!
The weight increases....more and more....you feel your face strain under it....the nose start to ache a little,feels to be spreading...mouth starts to be closed off.You give a little murmer of slight panic as she sits full weight....but it is muffled beneath her.The small amount of air trapped starts to run out....you try to move,twist the head to get more....impossible....her cheeks cover your whole face and beyond.....soooo heavy.....immovable.
Panic sets in....you struggle,twist,fight for air....the bottom sits firm.At this moment in time you wish yourself anywhere but beneath her bottom.The months of yearning,dreaming,longing of being where you now are receed as your agony continues.Oh why,why did i let this happen?Lungs start to hurt,begging for oxygen.....you start to go dizzy....then blessed relief.....she lifts....the darkness,the weight are released like a large heavy vacumm....whoooosh.....the relief is immense....air!!...You gasp and gulp it greedily.....elixar....the breathing starts to return to normal....you feel calm......then the crushing weight and darkness return as she sits again!The torture returns.
A few hours after the sitting you forget the panic,the crushing weight,the urge to breath....and you look....and yearn......they wobble...they spread....they allure......
Any on else recognise this deadly allure like the moth to the flame?....lol!
Regards,
Paul.