They spoke in codes. A lot of those hokey greeting cards from the Victorian era, with specific flowers and chaste, maudlin sentiments, were probably widely understood as codes for the most torrid of passions.
I felt your fat sweaty buttocks under my belly and saw your flushed face and mad eyes. At every fuck I gave you your shameless tongue come bursting out through your lips and if I gave you a bigger stronger fuck than usual fat dirty farts came spluttering out of your backside. You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole. It is wonderful to fuck a farting woman when every fuck drives one out of her.
There’s a reason Joyce is considered a master of the English language.
Bully!
Okay at first, I was choking back laughter and raising my eyebrows to the heavens while reading, but then I clicked the link and was shocked by the sheer horror of quickly skimming the countless horny-jail letters this guy wrote to Nora. Like my jaw dropped likea fucking SpongeBob character 💀
Nobody should be judging younger gens for their kinks holy shit.
The picture in the link makes the quote all the funnier.
Username checks out?
I mean his actual prose isn’t much different, just more confusing
Pretty sure “naughty farties” is a Sean Paul lyric
is that the movie where meryl streep doesn’t know who the father of her child is because she was conceived in a foursome with three dudes who just took turns railing her?
Think it was three dudes on separate occasions within a week or 2 but I like your version more
imagining they were a polycule that broke up makes the movie watchable
That’s not quite the way they summarized the plot on the Oscar nomination, but yes.
thanks, obviouspornalt, i trust your knowledge on this.
He is a lover of all sorts of motion pictures, obviously
Mamma mia was such a shitty, anti-feminist film.
The protagonist can only define herself by who her father is. The mum is an irresponsible/unethical slut that can’t even keep track of who nutted in her, depriving her child of a father.
OK, so you think the opposite is true? It’s feminist for a woman to base her identity on who her father is? That women shouldn’t bother with any kind of birth control/family planning despite banging multiple people within a timeframe that would lead her to raise a child without understanding who the dad could be?
Because fuck it, we shouldn’t expect anything from women, right?
Who tf needs a dad specifically? A good parent is a good parent. Adequate adulting is adequate adulting.
If dad, why cum based? The point of having a dad around isnt that he creampies ypur mom from time to time; it’s the fact hes a parent.
If cum based, why limit to one? Many cultures have done shit where kids are raised by all the men mom was fucking through the entire pregnancy.
Ok, so pictured is Phyllis Dare (1890-1975).
photograph of my womb entrance
So she had her cervix photographed by perhaps one of these?
Can we see the pics?
Classic pics or it didn’t happen moment.
Must have been awkward for the photographer.
Long exposure indeed.
“You only need to remain erect for 2 more minutes, sir.”
That’s why dude’s was a portrait, you can take breaks, let the painter go for a smoke or cry or whatever
It took ages of the subject sitting still to get a picture back then. The photographer had plenty of time to grind one out about it.
- Wow.
