embarrassment

Posted by: big moose

embarrassment - 11/30/06 10:41 AM

last week i had a one time thing with this girl from my advanced poetry writing class. it was pretty good, for me. i don't know that she enjoyed it quite as much, but i also don't care. i went down on her for almost a half hour, so i felt no remorse whatsoever when i grabbed her hands and held them back while i plunged my dick repeatedly down her throat. afterwards i said i thought she was into it. i didn't really expect to think any more about it.

but last night in class she read out loud. her poem was a sickeningly graphic description of the horror she endured at the hands of my cock. i squirmed in my seat as i listened to her words. i choked down my own vomit as she vividly recreated the scene, her feelings, my own sick, silent fury. i could see in her poem a picture-perfect reflection of my own monsterosity. i felt the whole class staring at me. they all knew how disgusting and pathetic and afraid i am inside. when the poem ended, the professor asked me first what i thought of it. i have no idea what i said...

after class she approached me and asked me if i was doing anything later. i said i was busy and went home.
Posted by: Dick Head

Re: embarrassment - 11/30/06 12:28 PM

Posted by: Vizzle

Re: embarrassment - 11/30/06 12:35 PM

Posted by: Conky

Re: embarrassment - 11/30/06 12:37 PM

Fuck! That's a big fucking moose!

I think we should all be grateful that Big Moose's "gag muse" was a poet, not a painter.
Posted by: charin

Re: embarrassment - 11/30/06 04:00 PM

So, give us the damn poem!

-Chuck, Vegetarian fanboy
Posted by: Random

Re: embarrassment - 11/30/06 09:12 PM

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last week i had a one time thing with this girl from my advanced poetry writing class. it was pretty good, for me. i don't know that she enjoyed it quite as much, but i also don't care. i went down on her for almost a half hour, so i felt no remorse whatsoever when i grabbed her hands and held them back while i plunged my dick repeatedly down her throat. afterwards i said i thought she was into it. i didn't really expect to think any more about it.

but last night in class she read out loud. her poem was a sickeningly graphic description of the horror she endured at the hands of my cock. i squirmed in my seat as i listened to her words. i choked down my own vomit as she vividly recreated the scene, her feelings, my own sick, silent fury. i could see in her poem a picture-perfect reflection of my own monsterosity. i felt the whole class staring at me. they all knew how disgusting and pathetic and afraid i am inside. when the poem ended, the professor asked me first what i thought of it. i have no idea what i said...

after class she approached me and asked me if i was doing anything later. i said i was busy and went home.




Simp-light, Poor Man's Simp, Straight-to-Video Simp, etc., etc.

Listen, B.M., even Simp struggles to pull off Simp nowadays, what makes you think you can do it?
Posted by: big moose

Re: embarrassment - 12/01/06 07:27 AM

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Simp-light, Poor Man's Simp, Straight-to-Video Simp, etc., etc.

Listen, B.M., even Simp struggles to pull off Simp nowadays, what makes you think you can do it?




to me, i'm doing something totally different. also, not having been around that long, i can't really compare simp's older work to now, but i personally find his windsock persona very interesting. his commitment to the character is to be commended.

also, all of this is true. i am adrift. where's the compassion, preverts?