Needle seems to be ok. But chili souce? Grrrrr

prefer kicking the ball as often you can and I on my feed

It is a pitty you live in Austria an I in Germany. To far away but we have our fantasie.....

Tonks (imported) wrote: Sat Aug 23, 2003 11:28 am i prefer needles, clothes pins, flogging and staples. i also find letting him fuck an electric fence quite erotic. chili sauce has a firm place in my sessions. same goes for deep heat cream. kicking the balls is a true pleasure.

im sick like that.

clip.....

robi (imported) wrote: Sat Aug 23, 2003 11:56 am It is a pitty you live in Austria an I in Germany. To far away but we have our fantasie.....

Too far away The North Ameraicans Westerners for that short distance (Austria to Germany) is a daily comumte to work (very true for LA ).

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I think that depends on where in Germany and where in Austria. Driving from Essen to Vienna is kind of like driving from New York to Chicago. Not exactly an easy drive. Still, it's not exactly out of the question, either.

radar (imported) wrote: Sat Aug 23, 2003 4:20 pm I think that depends on where in Germany and where in Austria. Driving from Essen to Vienna is kind of like driving from New York to Chicago. Not exactly an easy drive. Still, it's not exactly out of the question, either.

god bless small countries... so much easier to get everywhere

One begins to realize why Freud found plenty of folks to analyze in Central Europe.

An Onymus (imported) wrote: Sun Aug 24, 2003 4:11 am One begins to realize why Freud found plenty of folks to analyze in Central Europe.

I'm sure I he would have been very interested in almost everyone who is posting at this forum.

What the ... does "nearly" everyone mean in this context please and how should I understand that mentioning of Europe here?

I'm perfectly sure old Freud as well as old Pawlow would have been posting here just as any of us.



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"...almost everyone...."

Means that some people are not worth the trouble that it would take to psycho-analyze them.

Furthermore, people have to want to change before change can occur.

Most here are happy in their fantaqsies and titilated by the thought of recieving or giving the castration, genital removal and so forth.

Tonks (imported) wrote: Sat Aug 23, 2003 11:28 am i prefer needles, clothes pins, flogging and staples. i also find letting him fuck an electric fence quite erotic. chili sauce has a firm place in my sessions. same goes for deep heat cream. kicking the balls is a true pleasure.

im sick like that.

I would venture to say that there exists a masochist who would be extremely pleased between his tears of pain to watch her titties jiggle while she did it to him. Probably they would both orgasm during or after the scene as a result. Of course, the sex drive would have to be moderated by healing time, and Tonks would be in control and get the rest form the constant need of a young companion for sex, because she just vibes sex with every breath that she takes, as her rack rises and falls...

Everything would be fine until the point where his package succumed to the treatment and had to be disposed of surgically.

As Hannibal Lector the psychatrist might say in a Jonathan Harris novel, "I must have them for dinner, sometime." In other words, if you cannot help them, enjoy them.

And that, my friends, is how psychiatry might view the whole of the phenomenon here, at least in the perverse mind of of a burnt out shrink...

A-1

A-1 (imported) wrote: Thu Sep 04, 2003 4:56 pm "...almost everyone...."

Means that some people are not worth the trouble that it would take to psycho-analyze them.

fuck psycho-analysis. Siggi was a pervy bastard himself.

im back, ladies and gentlemen

Dearest Tonks...

Generally, I would post this on the joke board, but since this subject has been broached, I feel that Paolo would find it quite appropriate to post here. There is obvious symbolism and not so obvious symbolism, so read it again carefully after you stop laughing.

Anna Freud, a daughter of Sigmund Freud became a great Psychologist in her own rite, but nobody knows if this story is factual. (I bet that it ain't!)

Soon after her 14th birthday, Anna came running into Papa Sigmund's study in her night clothes and exclaimed...

(with apoligies to the native German and Austrian speaker out there)

"Papa, Papa! I had ze strangeest dreem! I dreemed that I came to your office, Papa, and there you were with with some workmen, Papa! You were all sitting in in chairs in a big circle. Und you all had theese big lunchboxes. Papa, you reeched into yours and pulled out this great beeg yellow banana. You looked into my eyes and said, Anna! come and join us, vould you like to eat my banana?"

"Please tell me Papa! Vot does eet mean..."

At first a malevolent smile crossed Papa Freud's lips. Then, he looked toward the ceiling. Then, he had no expression for a moment, then a fleeting look of fear crossed his bearded face and then finally, a look of disgust.

Then, he looked at a young Anna standing there in her nightclothes in all of her young innoncence and mustered as much patience as it is humanly possible for a father to have for his young, precocious daughter. He let out a sigh and looked Anna straight in the eyes and exclaimed...

"Anna, sometimes a dreem ees just a dreem, und a banana is just a banana."





A-1

(it's sick.)