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phlebas

phlebas

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As she gazed at the simple cross, Emily thought about what it meant. A religious symbol, some christians prefered it empty, like this. Others liked to put a figure on it. Then it became unambiguously an instrument of torture.
She imagined a man, strong, naked, nailed to the cross. Stretched out and helpless before her. Heart beating faster, she saw him in her mind's eye, so vulnerable, looking at her as she witnessed his ordeal. She found it very exciting, the thought of this man suffering for her pleasure.
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How would he feel? Would he be ashamed to share his pain and nakedness with every passerby? She wanted to reach out and touch him, feel his warm skin moving under her hand. Would his body respond to her? How very personal, how humiliating for him. She wanted . . . she wanted to know more. She wanted to be like him! To know what it was like to hang naked from a cross. To feel those eyes on her, learning every secret of her slim body, every private place. Every twitch, every secretion. Yes, even her pleasure could not be hidden from them. She would twist and stretch for them, moan and gasp. Helpless, yes, naked and helpless and ohhh yes she could see herself on that cross, feel herself on it, in front of them.
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Such a powerful thing, that simple cross!
 
phlebas said:
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As she gazed at the simple cross, Emily thought about what it meant. A religious symbol, some christians prefered it empty, like this. Others liked to put a figure on it. Then it became unambiguously an instrument of torture.
She imagined a man, strong, naked, nailed to the cross. Stretched out and helpless before her. Heart beating faster, she saw him in her mind's eye, so vulnerable, looking at her as she witnessed his ordeal. She found it very exciting, the thought of this man suffering for her pleasure.
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How would he feel? Would he be ashamed to share his pain and nakedness with every passerby? She wanted to reach out and touch him, feel his warm skin moving under her hand. Would his body respond to her? How very personal, how humiliating for him. She wanted . . . she wanted to know more. She wanted to be like him! To know what it was like to hang naked from a cross. To feel those eyes on her, learning every secret of her slim body, every private place. Every twitch, every secretion. Yes, even her pleasure could not be hidden from them. She would twist and stretch for them, moan and gasp. Helpless, yes, naked and helpless and ohhh yes she could see herself on that cross, feel herself on it, in front of them.
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Such a powerful thing, that simple cross!
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Like this very much phlebas. How many of us women her at CF have had such thoughts? ... Imagining ourselves in his place ... nailed, naked, writhing, suffering and helpless in front of everyone ...
 
phlebas said:
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As she gazed at the simple cross, Emily thought about what it meant. A religious symbol, some christians prefered it empty, like this. Others liked to put a figure on it. Then it became unambiguously an instrument of torture.
She imagined a man, strong, naked, nailed to the cross. Stretched out and helpless before her. Heart beating faster, she saw him in her mind's eye, so vulnerable, looking at her as she witnessed his ordeal. She found it very exciting, the thought of this man suffering for her pleasure.
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How would he feel? Would he be ashamed to share his pain and nakedness with every passerby? She wanted to reach out and touch him, feel his warm skin moving under her hand. Would his body respond to her? How very personal, how humiliating for him. She wanted . . . she wanted to know more. She wanted to be like him! To know what it was like to hang naked from a cross. To feel those eyes on her, learning every secret of her slim body, every private place. Every twitch, every secretion. Yes, even her pleasure could not be hidden from them. She would twist and stretch for them, moan and gasp. Helpless, yes, naked and helpless and ohhh yes she could see herself on that cross, feel herself on it, in front of them.
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How many people have had a fantasy like that? I wonder sometimes how many ordinary people who have no particular fascination with the cross, have had occasion like that to contemplate what it would have been like to have witnessed a real crucifixion, or to have been crucified themselves.

I remember that, at age twelve, when I first read the description of crucifixion in "The Day Christ Died", it was shocking, just too much to imagine how horrific that must have been. It took me a couple of years to come to terms with that and begin to develop into the pervert I am today! :devil:
 
mp5stab said:
Not any Emilies I'd happen to know, right? :p
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Stab! I would rather have you as the producer and not the director of my crux.
God knows what you would do with my hair and I'm sure the position would be something surprising.
YIKES!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;)
 
mp5stab said:
Not any Emilies I'd happen to know, right? :p
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I couldn't say ;)

I see you more as a cruxer than a cruxee, but I understand the desire to see life from both sides :)

jedakk said:
How many people have had a fantasy like that? I wonder sometimes how many ordinary people who have no particular fascination with the cross, have had occasion like that to contemplate what it would have been like to have witnessed a real crucifixion, or to have been crucified themselves.
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Ordinary people can have extraordinary fantasies. We don't usually see inside the head of others, except in groups like this one. That's why it's so valuable, showing us that we are not alone in our dreams. So many people in this group have lay on their bed, arms stretched out, or imagined themselves raised in front of a crowd. Powerful stuff, pictures in our heads that help us through the mundane daily grind, or drive our fantasies and influence our sexual relationships.

Thanks all for the feedback, they were simple manips but the original pic was crying out for a story.
 
phlebas said:
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As she gazed at the simple cross, Emily thought about what it meant. A religious symbol, some christians prefered it empty, like this. Others liked to put a figure on it. Then it became unambiguously an instrument of torture.
She imagined a man, strong, naked, nailed to the cross. Stretched out and helpless before her. Heart beating faster, she saw him in her mind's eye, so vulnerable, looking at her as she witnessed his ordeal. She found it very exciting, the thought of this man suffering for her pleasure.
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How would he feel? Would he be ashamed to share his pain and nakedness with every passerby? She wanted to reach out and touch him, feel his warm skin moving under her hand. Would his body respond to her? How very personal, how humiliating for him. She wanted . . . she wanted to know more. She wanted to be like him! To know what it was like to hang naked from a cross. To feel those eyes on her, learning every secret of her slim body, every private place. Every twitch, every secretion. Yes, even her pleasure could not be hidden from them. She would twist and stretch for them, moan and gasp. Helpless, yes, naked and helpless and ohhh yes she could see herself on that cross, feel herself on it, in front of them.
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Phlebas, well done!!! I can relate to everything you wrote and it brings me back to my youth in my house surrounded by crucifixes.
 
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