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We're enveloped in pitch black. "Wait here," I whisper.
"Are you getting your ax?"
"Handcuffs."
"Kinky. But, okay, I'll try it.
Right words, sometimes they escape me; curses nay so much. Of them I am kin.
I always felt different as a kid, and the Kinks were like, 'Yeah, we're the Kinks.' Celebrate your difference; don't be afraid of your sense of humor, or your personality, or who you are. It emboldened me.
Today's unspeakable perversion is tomorrow's kink, is next week's good clean fun
What makes you a chaffinch?
Carpe Scrotum. Seize life by the testicles
Do you think Kinkade is Welland-Dowd? she wondered
Chase burst into laughter so booming that every head on the street rotated, startled.
Oh,God. She'd just understood when she'd said it aloud.
Welland-Dowd.
Well-endowed.
I keep forgetting who I'm dealing with. The Queen of Kink."
"I'm a trained submissive. More like King's Consort. I'm not worthy to hold actual rank," she said with a wink.
"Well, I'm honored to consort with you."
Eleanor gave him her best wicked grin. "Then consort with me already.
We and the beasts are kin.
Im Hunter. The guy who has sex like an animal. If you're with me. I'll fucking tear you to pieces" -Hunter (fierce)
I call them my kith and kin: earth is in my body, air moves my breath and stirs my intellect, fire is the spark of energy within me and my passion, and water is in my bodily liquids and my emotions.
A mysterious fraternity born out of smoke and danger of death.
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
If, as a professor, you ask four men and two women each to wear a cotton T-shirt, no deodorant and no perfume, for two nights, then hand these T-shirts to you, you will probably be humored as a mite kinky.
Knights of the spirit; warriors in the cause Of justice absolute 'twixt man and man.
Whats the name you Poms have for that thing where you jump up and down and hit each other with sticks?"
"Sex?"
"Gardening?"
He snapped his fingers. "Morris dancing.
Trackers and hunters sworn to deepwood with clan names like Forrester and Woods, branch and bole.
Kinsey was trying to study sex scientifically, get rid of the overlay of culture and religion.
In the kingdom of kitsch you would be a monster
We've changed kins since then, some of us twice. No one cares, no one remembers.
My sister the booty police.
Kink is only sexy when done between consenting adults," Nora said. "So don't do any kink until you're at least eighteen. No, twenty-one. Thirty. Thirty's a good age to start. And do your homework. And stay in school. And don't do drugs. God, I'm a hypocrite. Someone find me my beer. Please.
Kiril. His name was but a whisper upon the wind, a sigh upon her lips.
Her gaze silently begged him while her hands continued their magic upon his aching cock. As if he could deny her
or himself
the pleasure that awaited.
Familiarize yourself with the chains of bondage and you prepare your own limbs to wear them.
Lovers. Not a soft word, as people thought, but cruel and tearing.
They were a tangle of limbs on the bed, limbs and f lesh and bodies entwined so fully, joined so deeply, that it was as if they were sealed together. The heat had melted and merged them. They weren't even human now, but sex in its rawest, purest form.
Disembodied limbs
M'sieur, I am as a slave to my wife." He kissed the tips of his fingers. "I am as the dirt beneath her feet." He clasped his hands. "I must bestow on her all that she desires, or die!"
"Pray make use of my sword, " invited his Grace. "It is in the corner behind you.
Our sex is called timid and weak; believe it no more! We tremble at a spider, but the black monster, corruption, we hug to our arms in sport!
Knavery is the best defense against a knave.
How love the limb-loosener sweeps me away
Even knaves may be made good for something.
I am brother to dragons, and companion to owls. My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
Sex game kinky, niggas call me Pinky
Moujiks. Right. What's a moujik?" the Tsar asked.
"Peasants, your majesty."
"Pheasants?"
"No! Peasants.
Mencheres. Bones co-ruler, grandsire, Master vampire of incredible power, and the ally who unnerved me the most, had telekinetically held me down so Bones could boink me into submission enroute to the vampire holding cell? Sweet holy Jesus, let me have hallucinated hearing that!
Horseman. I know you were born back when women were thought of as little more than brood mares and slaves, but it's the twenty-first century, and we can do anything a man does.
The venal herd.
[Lat., Venale pecus.]
I like Kinko's, because they're open 24 hours. If it's 5 am and I decide I need two of something, I'm covered! Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, and then I think, "Oh, yeah. Kinko's. No problem. That will not remain singular."
mistress of Netherfold.
What do your crazy speciests do?" Kizzy asked.
Sissix shrugged. "Live on gated farms and have private orgies."
"How is that any different than what the rest of you do?"
"We don't have gates and anybody can come to our orgies.
I became a kinesthetic person because I always overintellectualize. And feelings, for me, are a concept. Feelings? Ah yes, I've heard of those.
When do we start?"
"Give me a minute to change from vanilla guy to kinky guy.
Silke doth quench the fire in the Kitchin.
Slave. Minion. Fiend. The others who have come before me have been called such things, but I prefer to think of myself as a disciple; a devout follower of my voluptuous mistress.
Mr. Oklahoma Sex on Wheels
A bludgeon of wives (surely that must be the plural assignation)!
Kinky sex involves the use of duck feathers. Perverted sex involves the whole duck.
All people are bound by ties and obligations, and the most binding ties of all are those between kin.
The first family is my kin. The other family is my SNSD family.
Gay, straight, bi - labels, schmabels.
Muscles I know; they are my friends. But I have forgotten their names.
The untented Kosmos my abode,
I pass, a wilful stranger:
My mistress still the open road
And the bright eyes of danger.
Smart as a whip, kinky enough to own one.
Chamfron. Crimson silk draped his hindquarters,
Kink crowds are the same the world over. The good ones are already taken, the hot ones only talk to each other, and everyone else is desperate.
Krispy Kreme Doughnuts, everybody loves them. But I thought this was interesting on the box, 'Konsult Kardiologist.
Silks, velvets, calicoes, and the whole lexicon of female fopperies.
Whoever invented men had definitely not ironed out all the kinks.
What in the name of Zeus's testicles?
Hello, sex on legs
Sir McCoolpants Von No Touchy
Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood.
Vampires!!! What a time to be caught without a turtleneck!
The truth is, I could no more dictate her nature than she could dictate mine. Kinsey's happy as she is and she doesn't need to be rescued, improved, or saved.
Lady, I'm like, a kryptonite member.
Oh Ward, you animal. It gets me so hot and squishy when you call it intercourse.
You bear a sword and shield, remind me
of her labor, her stoning gaze. What beast
will your blade free next? What call will you loose
from another woman's throat?
You know, one of these days, I'm actually going to take offense if people keep throwing out these slurs. And then things are going to get rather ugly. When we Skandians do take offense, we do it with a battleax.
Ballet: men wearing pants so tight that you can tell what religion they are.
Here's the bottom line. I don't care if it was Kinko the Klown or a guy in an Uncle Sam suit on stilts or Hubert the Happy Homo. If
Snakes and bastards!
dressed to kill Koyasan
WHORES.
Necessary in the nineteenth century for the contraction of syphilis, without which no one could claim genius.
Mistress: Something between a mister and a mattress.
normally hirsute Kshatriya men who took body hair to be a sign of machismo.
Tenterhooks are the upholstery of the anxious seat.
I am for those who believe in loose delights, I share the midnight orgies of young men, I dance with the dancers and drink with the drinkers.
Red swine. Mother rapers. Eaters of the milk of thy fathers.
Sleater-Kinney becomes bigger than the three of us. It pulls us along, in a way.
All the Directors were happy that they had been able to enjoy a bit of extra-marital sex without breaking their matrimonial vows & seeing how pleased they were, the lovely slave offered to perform for them a dance of love & ecstasy.[MMT]
Noseless and Handless, the Lannister Boys.
What the ever-loving knuckle fuck?
Nordlings. The men before men, creatures of great power and incredible cruelty.
My new knight mistress is famed for wielding sharp edges: Sword, Knife and Tongue!
Kes wasn't safe. He wasn't a sensible choice. He made my heart race, and swoop, and die a little. When I was near him, I burned. When he was far away, my blood moved sluggishly, reluctantly, cooling without his heat. Maybe we'd burn together. But maybe, just maybe, we'd fly.
Family. A snug kind of word.
This meant I had it all from Knight, at least in bed. Scary, crazy, hot. Adventurous. Consuming. Excruciating. Exciting. Unexpected. Slow. Lazy. Gentle. Sweet. Never
And you, their best beloved one, are now to me, flesh of my flesh; blood of my blood; kin of my kin; my bountiful wine-press for awhile; and shall later on be my companion and my helper.
Erotica for the Soul
True bondage is being afraid and ashamed of your shadow.
My men like satyrs grazing on the lawns, / Shall with their goat-feet dance an antic hay.
Knaves will come and knaves will go.Knaves-- James Cook
Worpswede, Worpswede, I cannot get you out of my mind ... Your magnificent pine trees! I call them my men
thick, gnarled, powerful, and tall
yet with the most delicate nerves and fibers in them.
Brothers Karamazov
Nick and I, we sometimes laugh, laugh out loud, at the horrible things women make their husbands do to prove their love. The pointless tasks, the myriad sacrifices, the endless small surrenders. We call these men the dancing monkeys.
men crown the knave and scourge the tool that did his will
A naked lover bound and bleeding lies!
A brotherhood of venerable trees.
Oh how the family affections combat
Within this heart, and each hour flings a bomb at
My burning soul! Neither from owl nor from bat
Can peace be gained until I clasp my wombat.