Perceptive forum discussions on Sexy adult games:

What kind of games do you play?
Outside of the bedroom, what kinds of games do you challenge your mind and/or body with?

Video Games or PC Games
Do you play them?

what games do you like playing?
My husband and i blindfolded each other and put caramel on random parts of our body and the blindfolded person had to use his or her mouth to find the

Bliss-The Game for Lovers
Has anyone played the full version of Bliss? I have played both the computer version and iPad version, which are both free. My wife and I enjoyed...

Word play game
Post as many oxy morons as you can think of. I'll go first and chooose.... Same difference

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I think this counts as sad/pathetic/weird/fuc ked up.

Nazis in uniform turn me on. Not "skinheads", just Nazis. The uniform. Yep.

Going to hell. Fuck it.

I'm an unabashed uniform chaser. I get wet over cop lights, fire truck sirens, and military.

My family suspects that we're related by blood to a famous mass murderer.

I have to wax my bellybutton cause it's almost as hairy as a man's!

Here's a good one...

I asked my boyfriend to smack me in the face with his hard dick the other day, as a joke. It actually was kind of fun so I made him keep doing it and enjoyed it a bit. I'm pretty sure he'll do it in the future when I'm tied up... and I'm not ashamed

I laugh in people's faces when they trip and fall. (Does cruelty count?)

It certainly does, and I'm loving you all right know. I wasn't hoping for Nazis to enter the thread for at least a few days, if people actually keep the thread going. And I got them in the First entry! Squee!

I am consciously refraining from telling my married best friend, who's so sick with the flu her parents are staying with her, that her lover is on a plane for the purpose of arriving at her door unannounced to confront her.

I like hentai, but usually the rape-y stuff. Like the typical tentacle rape kinda thing. I'm not for rape in real life (duh), but it's hot in hentai. They always look like they don't want to enjoy it, but can't help it.

I've called the cops on every single person in my apartment building...at least twice. They don't know it's me...

I think I went half chicken with that one...

Nothing makes me happier than seeing some bitchy girl from high school who has aged 10 years in 2. In fact, the crappier their lives are, the better. Oh the sweet satisfaction that is karma.

I'm related to Hitler.

Sometimes I purposefully try to piss people off just to see their reactions.

In a cosmically brilliant setup of perfect comic timing, in college, I was doing a research paper contrasting Medieval literature of the occult 'dark arts' and the 'modern' Church of Satan publications ('modern' when I was in college, revolved around Anton LaVey's "Satanic Bible," and Marilyn Manson was not yet known to the world; and yes, my professors always loved my choice of paper subjects). Anyway, I was home alone one afternoon, sitting in the living room with various books, photocopies, etc. scattered around for reference while I was working on the paper, and the most wonderful thing I could have ever dreamed happened--a group of Jehovas' Witnesses knocked at the door.

Now, don't get me wrong--I am fascinated by religion and theology, and love discussing them with anyone who, well, basically doesn't leave the room in terror or disgust. I don't care if you believe I'm going to Hell if you're willing to still talk to me about it. I live right off a street referred to locally as "Religion Row," because it has churches/temples/whate ver for every religion imaginable, so I receive many visits from various people spreading the Word, and if I'm not busy, I usually enjoy chatting.

This particular occasion in college, however, was just too good an opportunity to pass up. I opened the door and said, quite calmly and politely, that my religious beliefs did not coincide with theirs, and thanked them for their time. Following the missionary-gamebook or script or whatever, they asked if I would be willing to accept a small book of their literature; I said I would be honored, if they would do me the same courtesy. They looked a bit confused, but were trying to be respectful, and agreed. So I grabbed "The Satanic Bible" off the coffee table, took it to the door and offered it to them.

They wouldn't take it. Go figure. Probably one of my proudest moments. And relatively safe in PA. Once I moved to TX and literally almost got beat up for wearing my "God was my co-pilot, but the plane crashed and I had to eat Him" t-shirt, I decided at least public discretion was warranted.