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Your accent (pg. 29)
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| gehzumteufel |
| quote: | Originally posted by squirrelly
I learned how to speak English IN school - I was very confused that everyone wasn't speaking Polish :p |
Right, but as you said you rarely, outside of school, dealt with English speakers for a large swath of your life. |
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| gehzumteufel |
| quote: | Originally posted by Echo of Silence
His 'r' and his 'good' sounds good to me.
:D |
Hey woman, I never said it was bad! :mad:
Do I need to resurrect my thread proclaiming my eternal love for Scandinavian, Germanic, and Slavic chicks? :p |
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| squirrelly |
| quote: | Originally posted by gehzumteufel
Right, but as you said you rarely, outside of school, dealt with English speakers for a large swath of your life. |
Correct. My mom just learned how to speak English fluently like 8 years ago when she went back to school (even after having lived here for like 17 years or so) - she had a little dictionary next to her while she would study and she'd go back and forth and write in above the word what it was in Polish. I'm proud of her though - even with the language barrier she studied hard and was on the Dean's list and had a 4.0 GPA when she graduated :D |
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| MrJiveBoJingles |
| quote: | Originally posted by supersaw abuse
"good afternoon, internet. i am mrjivebojingles, noted tranceaddict forums poster and literal gay guy extraordinare" |
Give me something more interesting to say. :p |
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| Silky Johnson |
| quote: | Originally posted by Echo of Silence
I heard your voice mail recording when I called you once. You sound like you'd crack a mean whip.
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Hahah oh yeah!! I remember the sound of your voice, too! Total porno voice. |
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| supersaw abuse |
| quote: | Originally posted by MrJiveBoJingles
Give me something more interesting to say. :p |
I grew up very much alone, and as far back as I recall I was frightened of anything sexual. I was nearly sixteen when I met Simone, a girl my own age, at the beach in X. Our families being distantly related, we quickly grew intimate. Three days after our first meeting, Simone and I were alone in her villa. She was wearing a black pinafore with a starched white collar. I began realizing that she shared my anxiety at seeing her, and I felt even more anxious that day because I hoped she would be stark naked under the pinafore.
She had black silk stockings on covering her knees, but I was unable to see as far up as the cvnt (this name, which I always used with Simone, is, I think, by far the loveliest of the names for the vagina). It merely struck me that by slightly lifting the pinafore from behind, I might see her private parts unveiled.
Now in the corner of a hallway there was a saucer of milk for the cat. “Milk is for the , isn’t it?” said Simone. “Do you dare me to sit in the saucer?”
“I dare you,” I answered, almost breathless.
The day was extremely hot. Simone put the saucer on a small bench, planted herself before me, and, with her eyes fixed on me, she sat down without my being able to see her burning buttocks under the skirt, dipping into the cool milk. The blood shot to my head, and I stood before her awhile, immobile and trembling, as she eyed my stiff bulging in my pants. Then I lay down at her feet without her stirring, and for the first time, I saw her “pink and dark” flesh cooling in the white milk. We remained motionless, on and on, both of us equally overwhelmed….
Suddenly, she got up, and I saw the milk dripping down her thighs to the stockings. She wiped herself evenly with a handkerchief as she stood over my head with one foot on the small bench, and I vigorously rubbed my through the pants while writhing amorously on the floor. We reached orgasm at almost the same instant without even touching one another. But when her mother came home, I was sitting in a low armchair, and I took advantage of the moment when the girl tenderly snuggled in her mother’s arms: I lifted the back of her pinafore, unseen, and thrust my hand under her cvnt between her two burning legs.
I dashed home, eager to jerk off some more, and the next day there were such dark rings around my eyes that Simone, after peering at me for a while, buried her head in my shoulder and said earnestly, “I don’t want you to jerk off anymore without me.” |
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| Cloudburst |
| quote: | Originally posted by gehzumteufel
The way you say your Rs and the oo in good is the obvious signs of the Scandinavian native tongue. :D |
Yeah I also if I had to speak more I would have trouble pronouncing all kind of words. :D |
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| Silky Johnson |
| quote: | Originally posted by MrJiveBoJingles
Give me something more interesting to say. :p |
"Salutations, good people of the c0re. My name is JBJ and I have plenty of interesting things to say, including this statement I'm making right now. P.S. Happy Canada Day to all my brothers and sisters to the North." |
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| gehzumteufel |
| quote: | Originally posted by squirrelly
Correct. My mom just learned how to speak English fluently like 8 years ago when she went back to school (even after having lived here for like 17 years or so) - she had a little dictionary next to her while she would study and she'd go back and forth and write in above the word what it was in Polish. I'm proud of her though - even with the language barrier she studied hard and was on the Dean's list and had a 4.0 GPA when she graduated :D |
That is awesome. Good on her for doing it! |
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| Silky Johnson |
| quote: | Originally posted by supersaw abuse
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:wtf: |
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| gehzumteufel |
| quote: | Originally posted by Cloudburst
Yeah I also if I had to speak more I would have trouble pronouncing all kind of words. :D |
lol it's all good. I find most Scandinavians actually pronounce things better than us native speakers. You guys can't be lazy like we can and the same word still somehow be interpreted as the correct word. |
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| MrJiveBoJingles |
| quote: | Originally posted by supersaw abuse
I grew up very much alone, and as far back as I recall I was frightened of anything sexual. I was nearly sixteen when I met Simone, a girl my own age, at the beach in X. Our families being distantly related, we quickly grew intimate. Three days after our first meeting, Simone and I were alone in her villa. She was wearing a black pinafore with a starched white collar. I began realizing that she shared my anxiety at seeing her, and I felt even more anxious that day because I hoped she would be stark naked under the pinafore.
She had black silk stockings on covering her knees, but I was unable to see as far up as the cvnt (this name, which I always used with Simone, is, I think, by far the loveliest of the names for the vagina). It merely struck me that by slightly lifting the pinafore from behind, I might see her private parts unveiled.
Now in the corner of a hallway there was a saucer of milk for the cat. “Milk is for the , isn’t it?” said Simone. “Do you dare me to sit in the saucer?”
“I dare you,” I answered, almost breathless.
The day was extremely hot. Simone put the saucer on a small bench, planted herself before me, and, with her eyes fixed on me, she sat down without my being able to see her burning buttocks under the skirt, dipping into the cool milk. The blood shot to my head, and I stood before her awhile, immobile and trembling, as she eyed my stiff bulging in my pants. Then I lay down at her feet without her stirring, and for the first time, I saw her “pink and dark” flesh cooling in the white milk. We remained motionless, on and on, both of us equally overwhelmed….
Suddenly, she got up, and I saw the milk dripping down her thighs to the stockings. She wiped herself evenly with a handkerchief as she stood over my head with one foot on the small bench, and I vigorously rubbed my through the pants while writhing amorously on the floor. We reached orgasm at almost the same instant without even touching one another. But when her mother came home, I was sitting in a low armchair, and I took advantage of the moment when the girl tenderly snuggled in her mother’s arms: I lifted the back of her pinafore, unseen, and thrust my hand under her cvnt between her two burning legs.
I dashed home, eager to jerk off some more, and the next day there were such dark rings around my eyes that Simone, after peering at me for a while, buried her head in my shoulder and said earnestly, “I don’t want you to jerk off anymore without me.” |
On it. LOL. :stongue: |
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