"So you quote love unquote me
Well, stranger things have come to be
But let's agree to disagree
Cause I don't believe you
I don't believe you"
-I Don't Believe You by The Magnetic Fields
louys and I decided to try a little contest tonight. A Pr0n0ff if you will. We got Lina to give us a random topic, in this case Roleplaying.
Then we gave ourselves 10 minutes of idea prep and only 30 minutes to write. At 30 minutes we stopped and that was it. No corrections. Nothing. They're both posted in the Erotica group under TYPOFETISH!
Here's what I came up with:
Roleplaying
She walked into the room, and they all stared. She was used to it. She wasn't sure she actually liked it yet.
She made quite a picture. 5'10". Blonde with her hair up in a cheerleader's ponytail. The uniform was green and yellow, kinda like the fucking fighting Irish. It barely contained her ample breasts and hips. The pleated skirt skimmed the bottom of her ass cheeks. She surveyed the room with a feigned kittenish glance, coyly tossing her right pompom. Three men in the hotel room, frat boys. They'd paid in advance.
"Hello boys. I heard there was a party going on and wondered if I might join in," she said in a breathless fashion.
The slight dark haired boy well dressed in a grey suit with the collar open was sitting by the cheap veneer table. He stood up and smiled at her. His smile was slightly crooked. His eyes had a dark devilish look to them.
"You're Amanda, I take it? I'm Cal. We'd expected you earlier. We've had a few drinks waiting for you to get your sweet ass here. Come in girl and have a drink. Make yourself...," he paused and smiled again. "Make yourself comfortable, Amanda." He motioned to the sofa on the other side of the bed where the other two boys sat. They looked to be in their early 20s.
"That's Brendan." Cal pointed to a freckled redhead sitting on the bed in an open collared white shirt, gold watch glinting at his wrist. Brendan twisted his watch nervously.
"And that's Derek." Cal pointed to another dark haired boy sitting on the sofa, full lips, tousled hair and a t-shirt which said Porn Star. He gave her a wink. Amanda giggled.
She walked over to the sofa and sat down next to Derek. She dropped her pompoms on the floor by his feet and smiled at Derek. He grinned back. She reached out to the Bombay Sapphire gin bottle on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and took a respectable swig. She winced and put the bottle back down with a thud.
"So boys, I heard you just finished your finals, and wanted to do a little celebrating." She knew taking control early was key. She was just about to give instructions, when felt Derek grab her shoulder and pull her to him. He bit her lower lip hard, breaking the skin, sucking hard. His other hand slid under her ass and cupped it.
"Ow, fuck Derek. You made me bleed. You're not supposed to do that." Amanda said. She didn't resist Derek's pulling her over him and was soon straddling him, his hardness bulging at the crotch of his jeans and pressing into her white cotton underpants as he pushed her down on him. His tongue penetrated her mouth, licking and pressing into the wound on her inner lip. She felt her excitement growing. She'd had a good feeling about this one.
Brendan had sat down on the coffee table in front of Amanda and Derek. He ran his hands over her ripe ass, squeezing and enjoying the site of it thrusting at Derek's lap. He pressed his hand under her skirt from behind, feeling the hot damp crotch of Amanda's panties and the throbbing hardness of Derek's cock pressed to it. Brendan pushed the crotch of her panties aside, managing to work a couple fingers into her slimy wetness, her lips clinging to his fingers on her upthrusts. She was bouncing on Derek's lap by now, lost in devouring his mouth.
Cal walked up to the sofa, and cleared his throat. "Shit this bitch is hot. I think the fucking whore needs to get wet. Bring her into the bathroom, I'm going to start the shower."
Amanda burst into a cascade of giggles. She stopped moving and buried her face in Derek's shirt. Derek and Brendan looked up at Cal.
She turned and looked at Cal. "Damn it, George. I was getting into this and you decide to try to use expletives. Whore just doesn't come out of your mouth properly. Less talk and more action please. It's not often, your friends are free on a Saturday to come and indulge us like this!"
She grinned and turned back to kissing "Derek".
Well, stranger things have come to be
But let's agree to disagree
Cause I don't believe you
I don't believe you"
-I Don't Believe You by The Magnetic Fields
louys and I decided to try a little contest tonight. A Pr0n0ff if you will. We got Lina to give us a random topic, in this case Roleplaying.
Then we gave ourselves 10 minutes of idea prep and only 30 minutes to write. At 30 minutes we stopped and that was it. No corrections. Nothing. They're both posted in the Erotica group under TYPOFETISH!
Here's what I came up with:
Roleplaying
She walked into the room, and they all stared. She was used to it. She wasn't sure she actually liked it yet.
She made quite a picture. 5'10". Blonde with her hair up in a cheerleader's ponytail. The uniform was green and yellow, kinda like the fucking fighting Irish. It barely contained her ample breasts and hips. The pleated skirt skimmed the bottom of her ass cheeks. She surveyed the room with a feigned kittenish glance, coyly tossing her right pompom. Three men in the hotel room, frat boys. They'd paid in advance.
"Hello boys. I heard there was a party going on and wondered if I might join in," she said in a breathless fashion.
The slight dark haired boy well dressed in a grey suit with the collar open was sitting by the cheap veneer table. He stood up and smiled at her. His smile was slightly crooked. His eyes had a dark devilish look to them.
"You're Amanda, I take it? I'm Cal. We'd expected you earlier. We've had a few drinks waiting for you to get your sweet ass here. Come in girl and have a drink. Make yourself...," he paused and smiled again. "Make yourself comfortable, Amanda." He motioned to the sofa on the other side of the bed where the other two boys sat. They looked to be in their early 20s.
"That's Brendan." Cal pointed to a freckled redhead sitting on the bed in an open collared white shirt, gold watch glinting at his wrist. Brendan twisted his watch nervously.
"And that's Derek." Cal pointed to another dark haired boy sitting on the sofa, full lips, tousled hair and a t-shirt which said Porn Star. He gave her a wink. Amanda giggled.
She walked over to the sofa and sat down next to Derek. She dropped her pompoms on the floor by his feet and smiled at Derek. He grinned back. She reached out to the Bombay Sapphire gin bottle on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and took a respectable swig. She winced and put the bottle back down with a thud.
"So boys, I heard you just finished your finals, and wanted to do a little celebrating." She knew taking control early was key. She was just about to give instructions, when felt Derek grab her shoulder and pull her to him. He bit her lower lip hard, breaking the skin, sucking hard. His other hand slid under her ass and cupped it.
"Ow, fuck Derek. You made me bleed. You're not supposed to do that." Amanda said. She didn't resist Derek's pulling her over him and was soon straddling him, his hardness bulging at the crotch of his jeans and pressing into her white cotton underpants as he pushed her down on him. His tongue penetrated her mouth, licking and pressing into the wound on her inner lip. She felt her excitement growing. She'd had a good feeling about this one.
Brendan had sat down on the coffee table in front of Amanda and Derek. He ran his hands over her ripe ass, squeezing and enjoying the site of it thrusting at Derek's lap. He pressed his hand under her skirt from behind, feeling the hot damp crotch of Amanda's panties and the throbbing hardness of Derek's cock pressed to it. Brendan pushed the crotch of her panties aside, managing to work a couple fingers into her slimy wetness, her lips clinging to his fingers on her upthrusts. She was bouncing on Derek's lap by now, lost in devouring his mouth.
Cal walked up to the sofa, and cleared his throat. "Shit this bitch is hot. I think the fucking whore needs to get wet. Bring her into the bathroom, I'm going to start the shower."
Amanda burst into a cascade of giggles. She stopped moving and buried her face in Derek's shirt. Derek and Brendan looked up at Cal.
She turned and looked at Cal. "Damn it, George. I was getting into this and you decide to try to use expletives. Whore just doesn't come out of your mouth properly. Less talk and more action please. It's not often, your friends are free on a Saturday to come and indulge us like this!"
She grinned and turned back to kissing "Derek".
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Nothing was ever as traumatic as watching The Blob. I think I saw that for the first time when I was six, and I was traumatized for years! I would stare at the air vent in my room for hours, coveres pulled up halfway over my face.Hardly moving until I passed out from exhaustion.
I never doubted that someday it was going to come through the vent, travel across my floor and devour me as I lay in my bed.
Celery?