The King Of The Fisters

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Squeezes the lube out from the tube, knows what to do, he ain’t no rube, he’s the king of the fisters

Keeps on the ring, think of the pleasure it could bring, how far up, how long is a piece of string?, he’s the king of the fisters

The willing participant lies prostate on his front, the king eases in with a grimaced grunt

First with the fist, then up to the wrist. Turns to the side and twists

Hits the G spot, hole feels moist and hot, increases the rhythm in the bot

A gasp of air expelled, rectal passage swelled, the king marvelled on the smell

Prolapsed, the participant collapsed, just a slight mishap, “same again next week?” Why of course, but go to the front, I am hung like a horse!”…..he’s the king of the fisters

[Gravel PitParticipant]

jesus h christ bro … WELL DONE!!! Now let me ASS you a few questions.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Gravel Pit wrote:

jesus h christ bro … WELL DONE!!! Now let me ASS you a few questions.

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I’ve got them again Brad.
I haven’t forgotten about writing the Gusset Reading poem.

[Branched offParticipant 10929]

You really do know a lot about pervs Colin.

A woman is like fire -fun to play with, can warm you through and cook your food, needs constant feeding, can burn you and consume all you own

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Branched off wrote:

You really do know a lot about pervs Colin.

And the s~~~ and giggles is, I despise homosexuality!
How it’s going in Somerset?

[Gravel PitParticipant]

Yeah, we need to remember that Gusset Reading stuff. That’s simultaneously arousing and raunchy. I love it. I loving thinking about the small stains in the bottom of a chicks panties. A little vagina-smeg, little crusty parts. Maybe a s~~~-stain or two. The stink of a woman’s used garmets! and to think, you can predict the future by checking her gusset!? If only I had access to a women’s dirty clothes hamper. hmmmm

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Gravel Pit wrote:

Yeah, we need to remember that Gusset Reading stuff. That’s simultaneously arousing and raunchy. I love it. I loving thinking about the small stains in the bottom of a chicks panties. A little vagina-smeg, little crusty parts. Maybe a s~~~-stain or two. The stink of a woman’s used garmets! and to think, you can predict the future by checking her gusset!? If only I had access to a women’s dirty clothes hamper. hmmmm

Menstrual stains drive me bananas! Infact, it never fails to make my banana ripe.

[Branched offParticipant 10929]

I don’t need soiled clothes to predict a woman’s future, vanity leads to more vanity, spurred on by the betas, chads and the friend zone, them comes the wall, then nothing noteworthy ever happens to her again unless she has a solid family by then which is a miracle these days.

Do we need to look further?

A woman is like fire -fun to play with, can warm you through and cook your food, needs constant feeding, can burn you and consume all you own

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Branched off wrote:

I don’t need soiled clothes to predict a woman’s future, vanity leads to more vanity, spurred on by the betas, chads and the friend zone, them comes the wall, then nothing noteworthy ever happens to her again unless she has a solid family by then which is a miracle these days.
Do we need to look further?

Branched off wrote:

I don’t need soiled clothes to predict a woman’s future, vanity leads to more vanity, spurred on by the betas, chads and the friend zone, them comes the wall, then nothing noteworthy ever happens to her again unless she has a solid family by then which is a miracle these days.
Do we need to look further?

It really is getting worse. Every time I step outside the door there is trouble. People on their phones blatantly walking across the road, drivers purposely cutting you up, little wimps giving the big one. People were never this bad 10-15years ago.

[Gravel PitParticipant]

You’re the King of Quips, Collin.

Your collection of poetic keystones is inspiring. I bet you keep your brain sharp, mulling over the keyboard.

I can see Collin, awaiting the perfect string of words to occur in his mind; he stands near his own corpus callosum with a spear in hand — and once he spots the shiny new phrase like “A gasp of air expelled, rectal passage swelled, the king marvelled on the smell,” he reels it in, arranges it, and fingers it onto the threads.

And then its gone. It sprang from your conscious and now you’ve polluted the world with that s~~~. Thanks!

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Gravel Pit wrote:

You’re the King of Quips, Collin.
Your collection of poetic keystones is inspiring. I bet you keep your brain sharp, mulling over the keyboard.
I can see Collin, awaiting the perfect string of words to occur in his mind; he stands near his own corpus callosum with a spear in hand — and once he spots the shiny new phrase like “A gasp of air expelled, rectal passage swelled, the king marvelled on the smell,” he reels it in, arranges it, and fingers it onto the threads.
And then its gone. It sprang from your conscious and now you’ve polluted the world with that s~~~. Thanks!

I don’t know about my brain, but the pen certainly is!
“Corpus Callosum”, bloody good choice of word!
Vocabulary is extremely important, especially in the 21st century where one cannot regress back and devastate thou enemies with a knuckle sandwich.
Saying that, just yesterday, I was forced to grab a left-wing student around his scrawny neck. Threw him against a door. Went down like a sack of potatoes No retort, sponge-columned.

[Gravel PitParticipant]

Even if you dont get many responses or 1+…. do not fret… believe me, we’re reading and we appreciate that. Im cheering you on and amused beyond words everytime. And Im certain I speak for many. We like this MALE creativity here. We encourage that. HOpefully, registration will open soon and more eager writers will spring to action.

[Gravel PitParticipant]

Women can’t write well. WE ARE THE BEST WRITERS … okay a few women out there were born with MALE writing skills lol

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Gravel Pit wrote:

Even if you dont get many responses or 1+…. do not fret… believe me, we’re reading and we appreciate that. Im cheering you on and amused beyond words everytime. And Im certain I speak for many. We like this MALE creativity here. We encourage that. HOpefully, registration will open soon and more eager writers will spring to action.

Thanks for the continued praise and support. It is my own way of getting my point across.
Yes, it would good if there were more diverse topics than simply bemoaning the nature of woman.
I can’t wait until Herm reads this. I wonder what weapon he will threaten me with this time…..

[Gravel PitParticipant]

I still remember the very first poem I ever wrote bro. It was inspired by lust of course! It was scrawled on paper after hours of deliberation. I handed it off to her in 7th grade. It fell on deaf ears and female dim-wits. She did not respond to my deep expression of love… (kind of set the pace for the next 20 years lol, should have got a clue but didnt)

Brad’s first Poem: (the innocent words of a virgin 13 year old boy)

Glaciers of blonde hair and the metal of her neck; soft as velvet the paintings reflect.

Oil mediums are used to fill, her shades of tan and depths of chill.

Curse my eyes and dreams of lust, pointed towards her hips of must.

Sailing with her would be grand, where we go I may not stand.

And that was my earliest, noble effort to woo a ladies interest. It didn’t work! lol. Women do not react to brilliant writing. They want the ogreish, brow-foreheaded jock to sweat on them and blow a load all over her face… The shy artistic guy hasn’t got a chance.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Gravel Pit wrote:

Women can’t write well. WE ARE THE BEST WRITERS … okay a few women out there were born with MALE writing skills lol

You have to have accrued life experience to write. Women have no hobbies, passions, outlets. Their lives revolve around family, friends, inanimate objects and social validation.

[Gravel PitParticipant]

The sad part is, I could put those same words in a nice little exotic paper-card, and hand it off to a 30 year old woman. Give her the fluttering eyes and tell her to text me. It still won’t work… Women don’t learn until their 42+ or sometimes never…. And by then, her hips are not a must anymore…

Awww. The beauty and intrigue of a 42 year young woman. The gently languid breasts, the wise crowfeet. A splendid hysterectomy following endometriosis. Oh the wonder of a post-wall hag. I can’t wait. I’ve been saving myself don’t cha know?

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Gravel Pit wrote:

I still remember the very first poem I ever wrote bro. It was inspired by lust of course! It was scrawled on paper after hours of deliberation. I handed it off to her in 7th grade. It fell on deaf ears and female dim-wits. She did not respond to my deep expression of love… (kind of set the pace for the next 20 years lol, should have got a clue but didnt)
Brad’s first Poem: (the innocent words of a virgin 13 year old boy)
Glaciers of blonde hair and the metal of her neck; soft as velvet the paintings reflect.
Oil mediums are used to fill, her shades of tan and depths of chill.
Curse my eyes and dreams of lust, pointed towards her hips of must.
Sailing with her would be grand, where we go I may not stand.
And that was my earliest, noble effort to woo a ladies interest. It didn’t work! lol. Women do not react to brilliant writing. They want the ogreish, brow-foreheaded jock to sweat on them and blow a load all over her face… The shy artistic guy hasn’t got a chance.

Seriously I am impressed. What age is 7th grade? Like our 6th form. 16-17years old?

Yeah, that high school jock with a eager c~~~. Shot his load all over her frock at the prom at 12 0’clock…….They are called “chavs” here in the UK.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Gravel Pit wrote:

The sad part is, I could put those same words in a nice little exotic paper-card, and hand it off to a 30 year old woman. Give her the fluttering eyes and tell her to text me. It still won’t work… Women don’t learn until their 42+ or sometimes never…. And by then, her hips are not a must anymore…
Awww. The beauty and intrigue of a 42 year young woman. The gently languid breasts, the wise crowfeet. A splendid hysterectomy following endometriosis. Oh the wonder of a post-wall hag. I can’t wait. I’ve been saving myself don’t cha know?

The mystique of an older woman’s size 20 underpants. The stories they can tell…..

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Sorry, just seen that you put 13years of age.

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