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each person write what they want then another follow,but try and let the story make sense.the longest i've seen is 16 pages full on this site so far.
...Yeah, but it was some funny stuff right there. Plus I get a...you know! :O
mattdaman wrote:
> each person write what they want then another follow,but try and let
> the story make sense.the longest i've seen is 16 pages full on this
> site so far.
Where did you see this? Me and some of the others have had some good little stories going on. They made sense to.
(;O\
> each person write what they want then another follow,but try and let
> the story make sense.the longest i've seen is 16 pages full on this
> site so far.
Where did you see this? Me and some of the others have had some good little stories going on. They made sense to.
(;O\
...The Ifrit from Final Fantasy 8 was in a room, showing of his powers to Lara.
Too funny!
>Online computer users often engage in what is
>affectionately known as "cybersex". Often the
>fantasies typed into keyboards and shared through
>internet phone lines gets pretty raunchy. However, as
>you'll see below, one of the two cyber-surfers in the
>following transcript of an online chat doesn't seem to
>quite get the point of cyber sex. Then again, maybe
>he does...
>
>Wellhung: Hello, Sweetheart. What do you look like?
>
>Sweetheart: I am wearing a red silk blouse, a
>miniskirt and high heels. I work out every day, I'm
>toned and perfect. My measurements are 36-24-36. What
>do you look like?
>
>Wellhung: I'm 6'3" and about 250 pounds. I wear
>glasses and I have on a pair of blue sweat pants I
>just bought from Walmart. I'm also wearing a T-shirt
>with a few spots of barbecue sauce on it from
>dinner...it smells funny.
>
>Sweetheart: I want you. Would you like to screw me?
>
>Wellhung: OK
>
>Sweetheart: We're in my bedroom. There's soft music
>playing on the stereo and candles on my dresser and
>night table. I'm looking up into your eyes, smiling.
>My hand works its way down to your crotch and begins
>to fondle your huge, swelling bulge.
>
>Wellhung: I'm gulping, I'm beginning to sweat.
>
>Sweetheart: I'm pulling up your shirt and kissing your
>chest.
>
>Wellhung: Now I'm unbuttoning your blouse. My hands
>are trembling.
>
>Sweetheart: I'm moaning softly.
>
>Wellhung: I'm taking hold of your blouse and sliding
>it off slowly.
>
>Sweetheart: I'm throwing my head back in pleasure. The
>cool silk slides off my warm skin. I'm rubbing your
>bulge faster, pulling and rubbing.
>
>Wellhung: My hand suddenly jerks spastically and
>accidentally rips a hole in your blouse. I'm sorry.
>
>Sweetheart: That's OK, it wasn't really too expensive.
>
>Wellhung: I'll pay for it.
>
>Sweetheart: Don't worry about it. I'm wearing a lacy
>black bra. My soft breasts are rising and falling, as
>I breath harder and harder.
>
>Wellhung: I'm fumbling with the clasp on your bra. I
>think it's stuck. Do you have any scissors?
>
>Sweetheart: I take your hand and kiss it softly. I'm
>reaching back undoing the clasp. The bra slides off my
>body. The air caresses my breasts. My nipples are
>erect for you.
>
>Wellhung: How did you do that? I'm picking up the bra
>and inspecting the clasp.
>
>Sweetheart: I'm arching my back. Oh baby. I just want
>to feel your tongue all over me.
>
>Wellhung: I'm dropping the bra. Now I'm licking your,
>you know, breasts. They're neat!
>
>Sweetheart: I'm running my fingers through your hair.
>Now I'm nibbling your ear.
>
>Wellhung: I suddenly sneeze. Your breasts are covered
>with spit and phlegm.
>
>Sweetheart: What?
>
>Wellhung: I'm so sorry. Really.
>
>Sweetheart: I'm wiping your phlegm off my breasts with
>the remains of my blouse.
>
>Wellhung: I'm taking the sopping wet blouse from you.
>I drop it with a plop.
>
>Sweetheart: OK. I'm pulling your sweat pants down and
>rubbing your hard tool.
>
>Wellhung: I'm screaming like a woman. Your hands are
>cold! Yeeee!
>
>Sweetheart: I'm pulling up my miniskirt. Take off my
>panties.
>
>Wellhung: I'm pulling off your panties. My tongue is
>going all over, in and out nibbling on you...umm...
>wait a minute.
>
>Sweetheart: What's the matter?
>
>Wellhung: I've got a pubic hair caught in my throat.
>I'm choking.
>
>Sweetheart: Are you OK?
>
>Wellhung: I'm having a coughing fit. I'm turning all
>red.
>
>Sweetheart: Can I help?
>
>Wellhung: I'm running to the kitchen, choking wildly.
>I'm fumbling through the cabinets, looking for a cup.
>Where do you keep your cups?
>
>Sweetheart: In the cabinet to the right of the sink.
>
>Wellhung: I'm drinking a cup of water. There, that's
>better.
>
>Sweetheart: Come back to me, lover.
>
>Wellhung: I'm washing the cup now.
>
>Sweetheart: I'm on the bed arching for you.
>
>Wellhung: I'm drying the cup. Now I'm putting it back
>in the cabinet. And now I'm walking back to the
>bedroom. Wait, it's dark, I'm lost. Where's the
>bedroom?
>
>Sweetheart: Last door on the left at the end of the
>hall.
>
>Wellhung: I found it.
>
>Sweetheart: I'm tuggin' off your pants. I'm moaning. I
>want you so badly.
>
>Wellhung: Me too.
>
>Sweetheart: Your pants are off. I kiss you
>passionately-our naked bodies pressing each other.
>
>Wellhung: Your face is pushing my glasses into my
>face. It hurts.
>
>Sweetheart: Why don't you take off your glasses?
>
>Wellhung: OK, but I can't see very well without them.
>I place the glasses on the night table.
>
>Sweetheart: I'm bending over the bed. Give it to me,
>baby!
>
>Wellhung: I have to pee. I'm fumbling my way blindly
>across the room and toward the bathroom.
>
>Sweetheart: Hurry back, lover.
>
>Wellhung: I find the bathroom and it's dark. I'm
>feeling around for the toilet. I lift the lid.
>
>Sweetheart: I'm waiting eagerly for your return.
>
>Wellhung: I'm done going. I'm feeling around for the
>flush handle, but I can't find it. Uh-oh!
>
>Sweetheart: What's the matter now?
>
>Wellhung: I've realized that I've peed into your
>laundry hamper. Sorry again. I'm walking back to the
>bedroom now, blindly feeling my way.
>
>Sweetheart: Mmm, yes. Come on.
>
>Wellhung: OK, now I'm going to put my...you know
>...thing...in your...you know...woman's thing.
>
>Sweetheart: Yes! Do it, baby! Do it!
>
>Wellhung: I'm touching your smooth butt. It feels so
>nice. I kiss your neck. Umm, I'm having a little
>trouble here.
>
>Sweetheart: I'm moving my ass back and forth, moaning.
>I can't stand it another second! Slide in! Screw me
>now!
>
>Wellhung: I'm flaccid.
>
>Sweetheart: What?
>
>Wellhung: I'm limp. I can't sustain an erection.
>
>Sweetheart: I'm standing up and turning around; an
>incredulous look on my face.
>
>Wellhung: I'm shrugging with a sad look on my face, my
>weiner all floppy. I'm going to get my glasses and see
>what's wrong.
>
>Sweetheart: No, never mind. I'm getting dressed. I'm
>putting on my underwear. Now I'm putting on my wet
>nasty blouse.
>
>Wellhung: No wait! Now I'm squinting, trying to find
>the night table. I'm feeling along the dresser,
>knocking over cans of hair spray, picture frames and
>your candles.
>
>Sweetheart: I'm buttoning my blouse. Now I'm putting
>on my shoes.
>
>Wellhung: I've found my glasses. I'm putting them on.
>My God! One of our candles fell on the curtain. The
>curtain is on fire! I'm pointing at it, a shocked look
>on my face.
>
>Sweetheart: Go to hell. I'm logging off, you loser!
>
>Wellhung: Now the carpet is on fire! Oh noooo!
>
>Sweetheart:
>Online computer users often engage in what is
>affectionately known as "cybersex". Often the
>fantasies typed into keyboards and shared through
>internet phone lines gets pretty raunchy. However, as
>you'll see below, one of the two cyber-surfers in the
>following transcript of an online chat doesn't seem to
>quite get the point of cyber sex. Then again, maybe
>he does...
>
>Wellhung: Hello, Sweetheart. What do you look like?
>
>Sweetheart: I am wearing a red silk blouse, a
>miniskirt and high heels. I work out every day, I'm
>toned and perfect. My measurements are 36-24-36. What
>do you look like?
>
>Wellhung: I'm 6'3" and about 250 pounds. I wear
>glasses and I have on a pair of blue sweat pants I
>just bought from Walmart. I'm also wearing a T-shirt
>with a few spots of barbecue sauce on it from
>dinner...it smells funny.
>
>Sweetheart: I want you. Would you like to screw me?
>
>Wellhung: OK
>
>Sweetheart: We're in my bedroom. There's soft music
>playing on the stereo and candles on my dresser and
>night table. I'm looking up into your eyes, smiling.
>My hand works its way down to your crotch and begins
>to fondle your huge, swelling bulge.
>
>Wellhung: I'm gulping, I'm beginning to sweat.
>
>Sweetheart: I'm pulling up your shirt and kissing your
>chest.
>
>Wellhung: Now I'm unbuttoning your blouse. My hands
>are trembling.
>
>Sweetheart: I'm moaning softly.
>
>Wellhung: I'm taking hold of your blouse and sliding
>it off slowly.
>
>Sweetheart: I'm throwing my head back in pleasure. The
>cool silk slides off my warm skin. I'm rubbing your
>bulge faster, pulling and rubbing.
>
>Wellhung: My hand suddenly jerks spastically and
>accidentally rips a hole in your blouse. I'm sorry.
>
>Sweetheart: That's OK, it wasn't really too expensive.
>
>Wellhung: I'll pay for it.
>
>Sweetheart: Don't worry about it. I'm wearing a lacy
>black bra. My soft breasts are rising and falling, as
>I breath harder and harder.
>
>Wellhung: I'm fumbling with the clasp on your bra. I
>think it's stuck. Do you have any scissors?
>
>Sweetheart: I take your hand and kiss it softly. I'm
>reaching back undoing the clasp. The bra slides off my
>body. The air caresses my breasts. My nipples are
>erect for you.
>
>Wellhung: How did you do that? I'm picking up the bra
>and inspecting the clasp.
>
>Sweetheart: I'm arching my back. Oh baby. I just want
>to feel your tongue all over me.
>
>Wellhung: I'm dropping the bra. Now I'm licking your,
>you know, breasts. They're neat!
>
>Sweetheart: I'm running my fingers through your hair.
>Now I'm nibbling your ear.
>
>Wellhung: I suddenly sneeze. Your breasts are covered
>with spit and phlegm.
>
>Sweetheart: What?
>
>Wellhung: I'm so sorry. Really.
>
>Sweetheart: I'm wiping your phlegm off my breasts with
>the remains of my blouse.
>
>Wellhung: I'm taking the sopping wet blouse from you.
>I drop it with a plop.
>
>Sweetheart: OK. I'm pulling your sweat pants down and
>rubbing your hard tool.
>
>Wellhung: I'm screaming like a woman. Your hands are
>cold! Yeeee!
>
>Sweetheart: I'm pulling up my miniskirt. Take off my
>panties.
>
>Wellhung: I'm pulling off your panties. My tongue is
>going all over, in and out nibbling on you...umm...
>wait a minute.
>
>Sweetheart: What's the matter?
>
>Wellhung: I've got a pubic hair caught in my throat.
>I'm choking.
>
>Sweetheart: Are you OK?
>
>Wellhung: I'm having a coughing fit. I'm turning all
>red.
>
>Sweetheart: Can I help?
>
>Wellhung: I'm running to the kitchen, choking wildly.
>I'm fumbling through the cabinets, looking for a cup.
>Where do you keep your cups?
>
>Sweetheart: In the cabinet to the right of the sink.
>
>Wellhung: I'm drinking a cup of water. There, that's
>better.
>
>Sweetheart: Come back to me, lover.
>
>Wellhung: I'm washing the cup now.
>
>Sweetheart: I'm on the bed arching for you.
>
>Wellhung: I'm drying the cup. Now I'm putting it back
>in the cabinet. And now I'm walking back to the
>bedroom. Wait, it's dark, I'm lost. Where's the
>bedroom?
>
>Sweetheart: Last door on the left at the end of the
>hall.
>
>Wellhung: I found it.
>
>Sweetheart: I'm tuggin' off your pants. I'm moaning. I
>want you so badly.
>
>Wellhung: Me too.
>
>Sweetheart: Your pants are off. I kiss you
>passionately-our naked bodies pressing each other.
>
>Wellhung: Your face is pushing my glasses into my
>face. It hurts.
>
>Sweetheart: Why don't you take off your glasses?
>
>Wellhung: OK, but I can't see very well without them.
>I place the glasses on the night table.
>
>Sweetheart: I'm bending over the bed. Give it to me,
>baby!
>
>Wellhung: I have to pee. I'm fumbling my way blindly
>across the room and toward the bathroom.
>
>Sweetheart: Hurry back, lover.
>
>Wellhung: I find the bathroom and it's dark. I'm
>feeling around for the toilet. I lift the lid.
>
>Sweetheart: I'm waiting eagerly for your return.
>
>Wellhung: I'm done going. I'm feeling around for the
>flush handle, but I can't find it. Uh-oh!
>
>Sweetheart: What's the matter now?
>
>Wellhung: I've realized that I've peed into your
>laundry hamper. Sorry again. I'm walking back to the
>bedroom now, blindly feeling my way.
>
>Sweetheart: Mmm, yes. Come on.
>
>Wellhung: OK, now I'm going to put my...you know
>...thing...in your...you know...woman's thing.
>
>Sweetheart: Yes! Do it, baby! Do it!
>
>Wellhung: I'm touching your smooth butt. It feels so
>nice. I kiss your neck. Umm, I'm having a little
>trouble here.
>
>Sweetheart: I'm moving my ass back and forth, moaning.
>I can't stand it another second! Slide in! Screw me
>now!
>
>Wellhung: I'm flaccid.
>
>Sweetheart: What?
>
>Wellhung: I'm limp. I can't sustain an erection.
>
>Sweetheart: I'm standing up and turning around; an
>incredulous look on my face.
>
>Wellhung: I'm shrugging with a sad look on my face, my
>weiner all floppy. I'm going to get my glasses and see
>what's wrong.
>
>Sweetheart: No, never mind. I'm getting dressed. I'm
>putting on my underwear. Now I'm putting on my wet
>nasty blouse.
>
>Wellhung: No wait! Now I'm squinting, trying to find
>the night table. I'm feeling along the dresser,
>knocking over cans of hair spray, picture frames and
>your candles.
>
>Sweetheart: I'm buttoning my blouse. Now I'm putting
>on my shoes.
>
>Wellhung: I've found my glasses. I'm putting them on.
>My God! One of our candles fell on the curtain. The
>curtain is on fire! I'm pointing at it, a shocked look
>on my face.
>
>Sweetheart: Go to hell. I'm logging off, you loser!
>
>Wellhung: Now the carpet is on fire! Oh noooo!
>
>Sweetheart:
It was a peaceful morning, all was well. Lara, Mario, Sonic and Tails were all sleeping peacefully in their beds...then suddenly the Silence was broken
FFPPPH HHHWWWWA AARRRP PPPPP
Everyone woke up suddenly, what was that noise?
FFPPPHHHHW WWWAAAR RRPPPPPP
"I smell something burning!" said Sonic
"What is it Tails" replied
"OH NO" said a startled Sonic, "Its my behind!"
and with that Sonic ran like the wind (And smelt like it too!). Tails followed shortly after!
FFPPPH HHHWWWWA AARRRP PPPPP
Everyone woke up suddenly, what was that noise?
FFPPPHHHHW WWWAAAR RRPPPPPP
"I smell something burning!" said Sonic
"What is it Tails" replied
"OH NO" said a startled Sonic, "Its my behind!"
and with that Sonic ran like the wind (And smelt like it too!). Tails followed shortly after!
However Mario knew that he was yesterdays news, Lara was spending more and more time with Sonic and her new Fox which she had lovingly named Tails.
That night Mario decided enough was enough, he new that somehow he had to blow the opposition away. While Lara was out raiding old Tombs and the other local resting places of the dead, Mario jumped at his chance.
Nobody had ever made Italian Spagetti with a Pasta Sauce made entirely of superconcentrated chillis, peppers and other superconcentrated spices!
The plan went perfectly, Sonic and Tails ate not just one helping but two helpings of Marios secret recipe pasta.
BUT NOTHING HAPPENED!
Mario was disturbed, Tails and Sonic thanked Mario for the lovely meal....but they would find out the hard way... tomorrow!...
That night Mario decided enough was enough, he new that somehow he had to blow the opposition away. While Lara was out raiding old Tombs and the other local resting places of the dead, Mario jumped at his chance.
Nobody had ever made Italian Spagetti with a Pasta Sauce made entirely of superconcentrated chillis, peppers and other superconcentrated spices!
The plan went perfectly, Sonic and Tails ate not just one helping but two helpings of Marios secret recipe pasta.
BUT NOTHING HAPPENED!
Mario was disturbed, Tails and Sonic thanked Mario for the lovely meal....but they would find out the hard way... tomorrow!...
....out in the fields with her friends. It was a beautiful day the little bunny wrabbits were so cute and fluffy. Then from out of nowhere a little fluffy fox appeared, but no ordinary fox but one with two tails.
"Oh come here you adorable little foxy woxy" cried Lara as she chased it around the meadow.
After a short while the rabbit fell for Laras charms!
"Yipee!" shouted Lara, "now you will be one of my bestest friends in the whole world."
What a beutiful day it was and all was well in VideoGame Land.
"Oh come here you adorable little foxy woxy" cried Lara as she chased it around the meadow.
After a short while the rabbit fell for Laras charms!
"Yipee!" shouted Lara, "now you will be one of my bestest friends in the whole world."
What a beutiful day it was and all was well in VideoGame Land.