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| Thu 12 Feb 09, 9:14 PM Swiper 5 yrs |
If you could duplicate yourself so that there are two carbon copies of you, would you dom/sub to yourself? If so, what nasty things would you like to do to yourself? (lol serious post btw.) | ||
| 12 Feb 09, 9:57 PM little_belle UK(E), 4 yrs   |
Neither of us would want to lose face in front of ourselves, so we would do our best to get the upper hand and dom the crap out of each other. Any remnants of grace and femininity would soon be lost as we played as dirty as we could manage, and would end up either dead or in prison. Seriously, as much as I'd love to give myself one, let's not go there. | ||
| 12 Feb 09, 9:59 PM crimsonsky UK, 7 yrs |
I thought auto erotic vanity was having a wank in front of the mirror. | ||
| 12 Feb 09, 10:04 PM Dollface UK, 6 yrs  |
I'd beat seven shades out of myself, primarily because I'd find me rather annoying. "When you're going through hell, keep going." | ||
| 12 Feb 09, 10:06 PM blacksheepboy UK(CR), 4 yrs |
We'd both try to top from the bottom. Bloody nightmare! I've often been told to go fuck myself; I've always viewed it as a very constructive suggestion. What's the point having cake, if you can't eat it? | ||
| 12 Feb 09, 10:09 PM newfavourite UK(S), 4 yrs  |
Me and I would have a stand-off, both looking slightly
sulky and untrusting at each other, occasionally
muttering 'But it's YOUR turn to tie me up this time'.
It would be a non-event. 'Pervert'? She can't even spell it! | ||
| 12 Feb 09, 10:26 PM DaveTheJackal UK(M), 7 yrs |
I thought it was more http://www.swapmeetdave.com/Humor/Insurance/Mati... | ||
| 12 Feb 09, 10:35 PM The_Perfect_Sadist UK(PO), 4 yrs |
Obviously my first move would be to advertise on IC for my perfect sub, but insist that she must be unmarried and not involved with a partner. Then I'd reply to my ad, pointing out how compatible we are and lying through my teeth about being involved. We'd meet for lunch at a discreet restaurant. There would be nervous, excited conversation - we'd click at once and - breaking every rule in the book - we'd play on a first date. The play would be fantastic and the sex would be - well orgasmic. Then we'd part swearing undying love. Days would go by and I wouldn't phone myself. What wrong with me? Did I only want me for my body? What about all that talk of Proust and Dostoevsky? About how Andy Warhol was misunderstood and Tracy Emin merely ahead of her time? Why doesn't the bastard ring? Then the horrible truth occurs to me. He's married or got a partner. He was just using me for sex. Men - they're all the same. Tuh! |
