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[free_method]

So. I just translated a section of Pwyll that involved tricking a guy into hopping inside a magical handbag and closing it after him, and then telling the troops that they were free to play their "lets hit it with sticks" game. and every time one of them stepped up they asked what was inside, and were told that it was a badger. a badger...I love

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[isolabela]

I want your body. The end.

[free_method]

shall I anoint myself with ceremonial oils and splay my lush body upon the alter of your lust now, or would you prefer a time when it's not so chilly?

[isolabela]

The heat of our burning passion will be more than sufficient to keep us warm as I show you the depth of my enflamed NEED for you.

[free_method]

show as in "pound you hard and deep with my (existential) column of flesh" or show as in "describe in exruciating detail with pie charts and scatterplots (you dirty laminator, you)"?

[isolabela]

Both.

First the presentation on the manner of our joining, with pie charts and scatterplots and bar graphs and a color-coded schedule. Believe me, it'll be hot. You'll be aching for me. (You know you like it. I love it when you talk dirty to me.)

And then, yes, I will pound you hard and deep with me (existential) column of flesh the size of a fucking forearm.

[free_method]

God that's hot.

I yet await the hour when our souls may merge and we may become as one, forged anew in the firey passion of our lovemaking.

My innocent body yearns for your sex, Emily. Consume me.

[free_method]

...and dammit, I need more icons. There is nothing here to adequately express the depths of my desire.

[isolabela]

*forgot to change the icon on last post*

[isolabela]

Can't you feel the soulbond now? We've joined our minds, and only when we join our bodies will it be able to complete itself. In our passionate coupling will our love be borne on the wings of time and through our bond our souls will be entwined for all enternity.