[Contest] Write an erotic story involving two forum members by Feb 1st
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Petunia
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omg i cant compete with that awesomeness. 
i really wanted to win. but i did win. i won with DB's kak 
i really wanted to win. but i did win. i won with DB's kak 
Dont you know it! After I read it I thought he read romance novels all the time like a lazy fat housewife. HOT!+++++
Great job, DB!!!
Well you obviously don't know what it's about, therefore you can keep your misguided opinions to yourself! Hmph!
Syrup Beaver
pants log
"Are....you......going.....to.......drink..........that?" Smileynev gasped weakly, much like Stevie from Malcolm in the Middle, referring to a still steaming can of Mountain Dew topped with a fluffy dollop of Drool's Buttfinger icing.
Said can, moments before had fallen with a neutered thud onto the steel grate floor of Sarcasmo's absurdly immaculate apartment. Drool was masterfully performing his latest poo-stunt whilst riding Sarc's roller coaster: the Iron Age Vending Machine.
"Nnnnnnng, ahhh, A7!" Another object, this time a corn bedazzled packet of Mr. Natures Nuts, slapped onto Smileynev's apparent companion's mirrored dome as if it were one of those gummy hand things from gumball dispensers in the 80's.
"Grr, of course not you ninny, I'd sooner be forced to drink from April's firehose again." growled theac, from his cocked and locked position facing 'nev on the floor. His teeth, gnashing as he spoke, reminded 'nev of that documentary on gay architects he watched on Lifetime.
"Oh man" 'nev, sounding better after downing the 'Dew in one gulp "I sure hope some cheddarwurst plops out soon, I'm wasting away here"
"Oh can it you revolting mendicant, look at the mess you made" pointed out theac, referring to the "snake skins" littering the grate under 'nev, the sloughed off skin resulting from the hours of wookie porn reflected in theac's glasses "at least you don't have to look at you"
"You'd look so much happier with kitty ears, you know" countered 'nev "how long have we been chained here anyhow?"
"Six days, seventeen hours, and twenty-two seconds of having to smell your buttersweat hell" muttered theac.
"Hey wow, they let you keep your watch? I smuggled in my gameboy, but I can't reach it..." 'nev wandered
"Of course not you buffoon, I've constructed an atomic clock using RFID tags from packaging and Drool's discarded ass hairs" theac, barely getting the words out before the diesel powered posterior puncher clattered to life and began it's terrible and thankless job of piercing planet diamond ass.
"Just as well, I'd almost rather be here then stuck in that tiny cubicle getting screamed at all day by angry people." pondered 'nev.
"Would you two shut the hell up already? You'll be forced to gargle waw's fro if you keep messing with my groove" Shouted Sarcasmo angrily. Sarc was wearing kiki's skin, and riding a VERY passed out waw's member, held up with popsicle sticks and baling wire. On the coffee table in front of him, a Tinychat session was in full swing. Little squares, too difficult to make out from their vantage point, both 'nev and theac shuddered to themselves at what ODS, tre, flapril and p|ot must be doing accross the tubes.
"Hey....." fly's distinctively sassy voice called out above the din of random people shorting their own sheets "does anyone have any more cats they can send over....we got six in, and there might be room for more, but we ran out" Fly being the founding member of cat ass huffers international. Not that they huff cat's asses (Though they might) but that they huff cats with their asses, it doesn't make any sense, even if you see it in person. Let's just say it involves traffic cones, leaf blowers, and canola oil.
"Hey, FU buddy" cackled Drool as a melted Mars bar flopped onto Sarcasmo's laptop, spattering the camera with mal fromage.
The rollercoaster jerked to a halt, sending Drool onto the pile of drugged forum members Sarcasmo was keeping next to the ficus, the lights went out, the laptop dimmed as it went to battery power, and the diesel assram seemingly got louder as it became the only sound in the room other than the persistent rubbing of a wookie taint induced crimson rocket. Someone must have cut the power, or the 300kw per hour to run the rollercoaster resulted in late payments etc.
"Helloooooooo boys" hissed an eerily familiar voice, the silouhette of a man in a kilt appearing in the doorway "I've brought craft brew and cock fu"
*to be continued*
*maybe*
*probably not*
Said can, moments before had fallen with a neutered thud onto the steel grate floor of Sarcasmo's absurdly immaculate apartment. Drool was masterfully performing his latest poo-stunt whilst riding Sarc's roller coaster: the Iron Age Vending Machine.
"Nnnnnnng, ahhh, A7!" Another object, this time a corn bedazzled packet of Mr. Natures Nuts, slapped onto Smileynev's apparent companion's mirrored dome as if it were one of those gummy hand things from gumball dispensers in the 80's.
"Grr, of course not you ninny, I'd sooner be forced to drink from April's firehose again." growled theac, from his cocked and locked position facing 'nev on the floor. His teeth, gnashing as he spoke, reminded 'nev of that documentary on gay architects he watched on Lifetime.
"Oh man" 'nev, sounding better after downing the 'Dew in one gulp "I sure hope some cheddarwurst plops out soon, I'm wasting away here"
"Oh can it you revolting mendicant, look at the mess you made" pointed out theac, referring to the "snake skins" littering the grate under 'nev, the sloughed off skin resulting from the hours of wookie porn reflected in theac's glasses "at least you don't have to look at you"
"You'd look so much happier with kitty ears, you know" countered 'nev "how long have we been chained here anyhow?"
"Six days, seventeen hours, and twenty-two seconds of having to smell your buttersweat hell" muttered theac.
"Hey wow, they let you keep your watch? I smuggled in my gameboy, but I can't reach it..." 'nev wandered
"Of course not you buffoon, I've constructed an atomic clock using RFID tags from packaging and Drool's discarded ass hairs" theac, barely getting the words out before the diesel powered posterior puncher clattered to life and began it's terrible and thankless job of piercing planet diamond ass.
"Just as well, I'd almost rather be here then stuck in that tiny cubicle getting screamed at all day by angry people." pondered 'nev.
"Would you two shut the hell up already? You'll be forced to gargle waw's fro if you keep messing with my groove" Shouted Sarcasmo angrily. Sarc was wearing kiki's skin, and riding a VERY passed out waw's member, held up with popsicle sticks and baling wire. On the coffee table in front of him, a Tinychat session was in full swing. Little squares, too difficult to make out from their vantage point, both 'nev and theac shuddered to themselves at what ODS, tre, flapril and p|ot must be doing accross the tubes.
"Hey....." fly's distinctively sassy voice called out above the din of random people shorting their own sheets "does anyone have any more cats they can send over....we got six in, and there might be room for more, but we ran out" Fly being the founding member of cat ass huffers international. Not that they huff cat's asses (Though they might) but that they huff cats with their asses, it doesn't make any sense, even if you see it in person. Let's just say it involves traffic cones, leaf blowers, and canola oil.
"Hey, FU buddy" cackled Drool as a melted Mars bar flopped onto Sarcasmo's laptop, spattering the camera with mal fromage.
The rollercoaster jerked to a halt, sending Drool onto the pile of drugged forum members Sarcasmo was keeping next to the ficus, the lights went out, the laptop dimmed as it went to battery power, and the diesel assram seemingly got louder as it became the only sound in the room other than the persistent rubbing of a wookie taint induced crimson rocket. Someone must have cut the power, or the 300kw per hour to run the rollercoaster resulted in late payments etc.
"Helloooooooo boys" hissed an eerily familiar voice, the silouhette of a man in a kilt appearing in the doorway "I've brought craft brew and cock fu"
*to be continued*
*maybe*
*probably not*
I'll read chikken's shit tomorrow. appraisal: worth reading? eh, I'm going to read anyway based on the thread I linked earlier with he and the nevster back in the glory days.
Are you just jealous the only mention you had was your sperm shooting someone's eye out?
If I feel inspired, I will write something for you.
Let's have a day where you only say positive things. It will blow my mind!
"This is for all of those times you trolled my threads," as he thrust deep into me, making me scream.
"And this is for all of those times you made fun of me being an Aussie," as he thrust in again, only deeper. I couldn't contain my screams in the pillow. I was on the border of the pain/pleasure threshhold and I didn't know with the next thrust which side of the fence I would go. This was sheer torture; sheer ecstacy.
As I hung onto the unhelpful pillow for dear life Liam kept pummelling my ass with reckless abandon. He had nothing to lose. He has years of pent up frustration. It just so happens that tonight I was the unfortunate victim of his release. Tears of joy and pain puffed out my eyes as I could feel a bead of sweat from Liam's brow drip onto my back. He was working his toned muscled body for all of it was worth on my tender entry point. With each thrust I prayed he would shoot his load to end this torment he was lashing out on me. And just as if I couldn't take anymore of the anal onslaught, I heard a large and heavy and powerful moan from behind me. The thrusting was deeper and faster than ever before and I felt myself get filled with Liam's seed. Wave after wave of his load topped up my insides as he relentlessly bred me deeper and deeper. Liam collapsed on top of me, still inside me as we both passed out from exhaustion in sexual bliss.
A couple of hours later, I woke up to find the sexy man I started the evening at dinner with sitting on a chair across the bed, fully dressed.
"I worked you pretty hard so I thought I would let you rest a while before you went home," Liam wisely informed me of my situation. I was still naked on the bed, covered in our sweat, my hole dripping with cum and gaping from the abuse. I slowly gathered my clothes strewn all over the apartment and got dressed to leave.
"Thank you again," I remarked to Liam for the amazing and unforgettable life experience I just received.
"No worries, mate," he responded, which is charming and oh-so-innocent-sounding accent, winking as he said it.
I hope this wasn't the last time we met up for "dinner and drinks".
"And this is for all of those times you made fun of me being an Aussie," as he thrust in again, only deeper. I couldn't contain my screams in the pillow. I was on the border of the pain/pleasure threshhold and I didn't know with the next thrust which side of the fence I would go. This was sheer torture; sheer ecstacy.
As I hung onto the unhelpful pillow for dear life Liam kept pummelling my ass with reckless abandon. He had nothing to lose. He has years of pent up frustration. It just so happens that tonight I was the unfortunate victim of his release. Tears of joy and pain puffed out my eyes as I could feel a bead of sweat from Liam's brow drip onto my back. He was working his toned muscled body for all of it was worth on my tender entry point. With each thrust I prayed he would shoot his load to end this torment he was lashing out on me. And just as if I couldn't take anymore of the anal onslaught, I heard a large and heavy and powerful moan from behind me. The thrusting was deeper and faster than ever before and I felt myself get filled with Liam's seed. Wave after wave of his load topped up my insides as he relentlessly bred me deeper and deeper. Liam collapsed on top of me, still inside me as we both passed out from exhaustion in sexual bliss.
A couple of hours later, I woke up to find the sexy man I started the evening at dinner with sitting on a chair across the bed, fully dressed.
"I worked you pretty hard so I thought I would let you rest a while before you went home," Liam wisely informed me of my situation. I was still naked on the bed, covered in our sweat, my hole dripping with cum and gaping from the abuse. I slowly gathered my clothes strewn all over the apartment and got dressed to leave.
"Thank you again," I remarked to Liam for the amazing and unforgettable life experience I just received.
"No worries, mate," he responded, which is charming and oh-so-innocent-sounding accent, winking as he said it.
I hope this wasn't the last time we met up for "dinner and drinks".
Are you just jealous the only mention you had was your sperm shooting someone's eye out?
If I feel inspired, I will write something for you.
lame... Like anyone couldn't see that being written in this thread..
it's just a crappy idea for a contest.