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Craigslist Prostitution

Name: Anonymous 2010-01-18 13:26

Discuss

Name: Anonymous 2010-01-18 13:49

There's a 99% chance you won't get what you were expecting

Name: Anonymous 2010-01-18 13:57

>>2
Sounds exciting. I'm going to give it a try, then.

Name: Anonymous 2010-01-18 14:05

>>3
enjoy your dickgirl

Name: Anonymous 2010-01-18 14:11

>>4
( ≖‿≖)

Name: Anonymous 2010-01-18 14:14

>>3
Dickgirl?
Oh man oh man oh man
I can't wait.

Name: Anonymous 2010-01-18 14:19

>>6
ಠ_ಠ

u a fag?

Name: Anonymous 2010-01-18 14:24

>>7
u stupid?

Name: Anonymous 2010-01-18 14:27

>>8
u mad?

Name: POWER OF THE BEARD 2010-01-20 7:14

Name: Anonymous 2010-01-20 17:59

>>1

I bet you'll get arrested in a sting..

Name: Anonymous 2010-01-20 18:01

>>1
ts;dr

Name: Anonymous 2010-01-20 18:02

>>11
Greetings. Kindly stop spamming, harassing and generally attacking www. anon
talk
. com, please. We don't want you there. We never did. Understood? PS: If you want these messages to stop, simply stop fucking with us, remove all lying troll articles about AT and kill the illegal clones. Then you will never be bothered again. Every single time we see the slightest attack or spam on our site (which can be reasonably expected to origin here or any related "chan"), you will get 1741 more of these messages as a result. It's really up to you. This is a promise that WILL be kept up indefinitely if need be. Seriously.

Yours sincerely, an anonymous AnT and general well-doer of the Internet as a whole.

Name: Anonymous 2010-01-20 18:30

Fucking AT spammers, bastards keep getting all the good proxies permabanned. Assholes.

Name: Anonymous 2010-01-20 18:37

Jeepers, not the text boards as well! All is lost!

Name: Anonymous 2010-01-20 21:02

To NORA

 Dublin  3 December 1909
……………………………….
……., you seem to turn me into a beast. It was you yourself, you naughty shameless girl who first led the way. It was not I who first touched you long ago down at Ringsend. It was you who slid your hand down down inside my trousers and pulled my shirt softly aside and touched my prick with your long tickling fingers and gradually took it all, fat and stiff as it was, into your hand and frigged me slowly until I came off through your fingers, all the time bending over me and gazing at me out of your quiet saintlike eyes. It was your lips too which first uttered an obscene word. I remember well that night in bed in Pola.

Tired of lying under a man one night you tore off your chemise violently and got on top of me to ride me naked. You stuck my prick into your cunt and began to ride me up and down. Perhaps the horn I had was not big enough for you for I remember that you bent down to me face and murmured tenderly "Fuck up, love! Fuck up, love!"

Nora dear, I am dying all day to ask you one or two questions. Let me, dear, for I have told you everything I ever did and so I can ask you in turn. When that person (Vincent Cosgrave) whose heart I long to stop with the click of a revolver put his hand or hands under your skirts did he only tickle you outside or did he put his finger or fingers up into you? If he did, did they go up far enough to touch that little cock at the end of your cunt? Did he touch you behind? Was he a long time tickling you and did you come? Did he ask you to touch him and did you do so? If you did not touch him did he come against you and did you feel it?

Another question, Nora. I know that I was the first man that blocked you but did any man ever frig you? Did that boy (Michael Bodkin) you were fond of ever do it? Tell me now, Nora, truth for truth, honesty for honesty. When you were with him in the dark at night did your fingers never, never unbutton his trousers and slip inside like mice? Did you ever frig him, dear, tell me truly or anyone else? Did you never, never, never feel a man's or a boy's prick in your fingers until you unbuttoned me?  If you are not offended do not be afraid to tell me the truth. Darling, darling, tonight I have such a wild lust for your body that if you were here beside me and even if you told me with your lips that half the redheaded louts in the county Galway had had a fuck at you before me I would still rush at you with desire.

…………………………………………………….

Name: Anonymous 2010-01-20 21:03


I'll kick things off here with this selection of letters by James Joyce, courtesy of www.arlindo-correia.com/joyce.html

Enjoy!



To NORA

Dublin   2 December 1909
………………………….
My love for you allows me to pray to the spirit of eternal beauty and tenderness mirrored in your eyes or fling you down under me on that softy belly of yours and fuck you up behind, like a hog riding a sow, glorying in the very stink and sweat that rises from your arse, glorying in the open shape of your upturned dress and white girlish drawers and in the confusion of your flushed cheeks and tangled hair. It allows me to burst into tears of pity and love at some slight word, to tremble with love for you at the sounding of some chord or cadence of music or to lie heads and tails with you feeling your fingers fondling and tickling my ballocks or stuck up in me behind and your hot lips sucking off my cock while my head is wedged in between your fat thighs, my hands clutching the round cushions of your bum and my tongue licking ravenously up your rank red cunt. I have taught you almost to swoon at the hearing of my voice singing or murmuring to your soul the passion and sorrow and mystery of life and at the same time have taught you to make filthy signs to me with your lips and tongue, to provoke me by obscene touches and noises, and even to do in my presence the most shameful and filthy act of the body. You remember the day you pulled up your clothes and let me lie under you looking up at you while you did it? Then you were ashamed even to meet my eyes.

You are mine, darling, mine! I love you. All I have written above is only a moment or two of brutal madness. The last drop of seed has hardly been squirted up your cunt before it is over and my true love for you, the love of my verses, the love of my eyes for your strange luring eyes, comes blowing over my soul like a wind of spices. My prick is still hot and stiff and quivering from the last brutal drive it has given you when a faint hymn is heard rising in tender pitiful worship of you from the dim cloisters of my heart.

Nora, my faithful darling, my seet-eyed blackguard schoolgirl, be my whore, my mistress, as much as you like (my little frigging mistress! My little fucking whore!) you are always my beautiful wild flower of the hedges, my dark-blue rain-drenched flower.

JIM

Name: Anonymous 2010-01-22 12:45

Not worth getting arrested and registering as a sex offender..

Much better just to get a GF, get married, etc..

Name: Anonymous 2010-01-23 0:36


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