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Slanece said:
I think that the question of "naked and half-naked" is solved as follows ;)

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Ah, the lost glory of Carthage.
Those Roman bastards!
They'll get theirs, one day.

Nice sequence, Slanece. The scrap of cloth can be very erotic, in the right situation. But let's face it, we all want to see the goods eventually!
 
thehangingtree said:
Why? You are just going to soil it and it will fall down anyway...
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True but losing my poor excuse for
modesty once I'm hanging on the cross will enhance the already mind numbing shame I feel...and one of my last secret pleasures will be seeing which of you perverts gets to keep my soiled little rag to remember me by... ;)
 
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now is her "Aaahhh!"
a scream of terror?
a howl of shame?
a moan of despair?
or a sigh of supreme erotic ecstasy
surging through her surrendered,
now-naked woman's flesh?


deborah777 said:
Yes, let me wear my 'lingerie' for the first few moments of my pole dance... :D ;)
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my wish exactly!
an old poem of mine, written for Admi-

Let me wear my undies!

Naked's nice,
but when I feel
my little thong,
or briefs and bra,
rub, tickle, stroke and press
pain-promised parts,
girl-juices flow,
flesh softens,
tits skip,

I'm roused
to readiness.
They don't hide much,
just decorate
my offering
for you...

Your whip,
electric probe,
or lighted cigarette -
Such scanty smalls
won't guard me
from your
cruelty.

And,
when you want
to do what men do
I know you'll rip them off -
briefs tugged down,
bra torn away -

I like that too,
the naked now,
wholly accessible,
nothing can save me,
vulnerable victim,
quivering
thrill.

Still,
when you take me
out to the Whipping Post,
down to the Torture Chamber,
up to the Place of Crucifixion -

Let me wear my undies,
Please!​
 
Eulalia said:
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now is her "Aaahhh!"
a scream of terror?
a howl of shame?
a moan of despair?
or a sigh of supreme erotic ecstasy
surging through her surrendered,
now-naked woman's flesh?



my wish exactly!
an old poem of mine, written for Admi-

Let me wear my undies!

Naked's nice,
but when I feel
my little thong,
or briefs and bra,
rub, tickle, stroke and press
pain-promised parts,
girl-juices flow,
flesh softens,
tits skip,

I'm roused
to readiness.
They don't hide much,
just decorate
my offering
for you...

Your whip,
electric probe,
or lighted cigarette -
Such scanty smalls
won't guard me
from your
cruelty.

And,
when you want
to do what men do
I know you'll rip them off -
briefs tugged down,
bra torn away -

I like that too,
the naked now,
wholly accessible,
nothing can save me,
vulnerable victim,
quivering
thrill.

Still,
when you take me
out to the Whipping Post,
down to the Torture Chamber,
up to the Place of Crucifixion -

Let me wear my undies,
Please!​
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NO!
 
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