Baklava entered the thread, insulted it, and turned to leave.
"Not so fast."
He continued to walk away -
Icy cold claws sank into his back. With chills running down his spine, he struggled to turn around, and sank to his knees.
"You're mine now, me pretty."
Reeling him in, Sarah smiled. "What did you just say about my thread?"
"It's a beautiful... a beautiful thread."
"I can't hear you."
"I LOVE THIS THREAD"
"That's right. But we're not done, yet." Sarah unfurled her wing, and wrapped up Baklava. Hugging him close to her body, he could feel something not-quite-human pulsing beneath her flesh.
"What... what are you?"
"More than you can handle."
Baklava felt his clothes dissolving.
"My oh my, such tender flesh. You really shouldn't mess with what you don't understand."
Sarah started stroking his chest, Despite himself, he began to be aroused.
"Isn't that cute. Well, let's see what we can do you for."
Sarah turned and grabbed a pair of vise grips. Carefully, gently, she gripped Baklava's urethra through his flesh. Squeezing softly, she whispered, "Don't you dare ruin this for me." With her free hand, she started massaging Baklava's throbbing shaft. Soon, his balls were swelling angrily, trying to spread their love juice. Increasing the pressure with the vice grips, Sarah carefully escorted Baklava to the door.
"Be a dear, and don't come back," she laughed, and released the pliers and shoving him out. In a great gout of semen, Baklava completely soaked RDal, who had been waiting patiently.
GONE BE THE DAYS WHERE I SCORE WITH WOMEN EVEN IN FICTIONAL WORKS OF TEXT WRITTEN BY USERS ON A SITE I FREQUENT WITHOUT HAVING TO POST B'ITCH ABOUT IT.
"I told you to wait for me to finish with you!" Said steveTaker. he looked longingly in Sarah's soft, sweet eyes as she lay on top of his meager form, both of them panting out loud. Her chest against his, pressing down on top of joystick.
Taker then pushed her off, the sweat dripping from his forehead. He reached down and picked his controller back up from off of the floor and threw it at Sarah's face. Deftly she dodged, only the tip of it whipping across her cheek. The look in their eyes was akin to that of two ferocious lions ready to pounce.
Sarah regained her composure and stood up, taking her stance to ready for Taker's next volley, arms poised to grasp him and throw him to the ground. Then, suddenly Bacon appeared on the ground and caused them both to slip up and fall onto a Spidey, crushing it instantly, the gooey mess splattering all across the floor. With a Grog, Sarah lept forward and slashed at Takers feet, causing him to land face first into a pan of mass. The mass was so hot and intense that it caused his eyes to burn from the intense heat. Sarah then let out a laugh and pointed at Taker, his hind quarters proudly at attention in the air underneath his blue jeans.
Taker rose to his feet and grabbed the TV remote and I changed the channel. Mindless comedy slapstick isnt my thing, so i began to search the various news and mindless entertainment channels on the TV. i came upon a network which was hosted by a group of men that went by the name Opeth, and their leader was holding a stereo in his hand, kind of like you'd see those annoying black panthers do in the old days. there was something going on where opeth was going to invade this dude Mira's apartment, but they looked really gay and they had no sense of fashion surprisingly, so instead i flipped to the next channel, where a bunch of numbers randomly strolled down my screen.
After that i got up off of my couch to see that the pans still sat on my stove with a bunch of grease accumulating inside. it had been days since i had last decided to clean them, so much as to even acknowledge they were there. my cleaning maid from Sunrise Service hadnt arrived yet, the damned woman went by the name Devil. Though ive nothing against the various cultures in this world, i just found it odd for a devil to be a cleaning maid that worked at a place called sunrise. the thought amused me.
i went to the fridge and saw the various containers of tupperware filled with all kinds of moldy and smelly foods growing their own ecosystems inside, with several scattered cans of Throws soda. sadly the soda was long since flat, and it was hard to even want to bring myself to suffer through drinking the flat drink. I then saw in the back a partially open package of a BetaClaw bear claw pastry. the wrapping had been open for about a day or so, but the food stuff inside looked like it did come out of a bears mouth after festering for a few days.
overall the food there was entirely lackluster, and even the damned Isaac store logo on the door was starting to peel, so i picked up my cape and wizards hat and began a magical adventure with my two friends Ren and Shirley, and together we set out to defeat the evil Velgaldenmart.
2009-12-08, 06:05 AM (This post was last modified: 2009-12-08, 06:10 AM by Sarah.)
TobiasBlack Wrote:
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"I told you to wait for me to finish with you!" Said steveTaker. he looked longingly in Sarah's soft, sweet eyes as she lay on top of his meager form, both of them panting out loud. Her chest against his, pressing down on top of joystick.
Taker then pushed her off, the sweat dripping from his forehead. He reached down and picked his controller back up from off of the floor and threw it at Sarah's face. Deftly she dodged, only the tip of it whipping across her cheek. The look in their eyes was akin to that of two ferocious lions ready to pounce.
Sarah regained her composure and stood up, taking her stance to ready for Taker's next volley, arms poised to grasp him and throw him to the ground. Then, suddenly Bacon appeared on the ground and caused them both to slip up and fall onto a Spidey, crushing it instantly, the gooey mess splattering all across the floor. With a Grog, Sarah lept forward and slashed at Takers feet, causing him to land face first into a pan of mass. The mass was so hot and intense that it caused his eyes to burn from the intense heat. Sarah then let out a laugh and pointed at Taker, his hind quarters proudly at attention in the air underneath his blue jeans.
Taker rose to his feet and grabbed the TV remote and I changed the channel. Mindless comedy slapstick isnt my thing, so i began to search the various news and mindless entertainment channels on the TV. i came upon a network which was hosted by a group of men that went by the name Opeth, and their leader was holding a stereo in his hand, kind of like you'd see those annoying black panthers do in the old days. there was something going on where opeth was going to invade this dude Mira's apartment, but they looked really gay and they had no sense of fashion surprisingly, so instead i flipped to the next channel, where a bunch of numbers randomly strolled down my screen.
After that i got up off of my couch to see that the pans still sat on my stove with a bunch of grease accumulating inside. it had been days since i had last decided to clean them, so much as to even acknowledge they were there. my cleaning maid from Sunrise Service hadnt arrived yet, the damned woman went by the name Devil. Though ive nothing against the various cultures in this world, i just found it odd for a devil to be a cleaning maid that worked at a place called sunrise. the thought amused me.
i went to the fridge and saw the various containers of tupperware filled with all kinds of moldy and smelly foods growing their own ecosystems inside, with several scattered cans of Throws soda. sadly the soda was long since flat, and it was hard to even want to bring myself to suffer through drinking the flat drink. I then saw in the back a partially open package of a BetaClaw bear claw pastry. the wrapping had been open for about a day or so, but the food stuff inside looked like it did come out of a bears mouth after festering for a few days.
overall the food there was entirely lackluster, and even the damned Isaac store logo on the door was starting to peel, so i picked up my cape and wizards hat and began a magical adventure with my two friends Ren and Shirley, and together we set out to defeat the evil Velgaldenmart.
the end.
I don't want to discourage you but this is terrible. Try again but... keep it simple. TOO MANY NAMES. It goes between third person and first person. There's no hilarious sexuality and apparently I am part tiger or werewolf or something for the first two paragraphs. It just seems like a lot of ideas scribbled down.
Grease, salt, fat, but most important of all, workplace of the most beautiful boy Mark had ever laid eyes on. Mark wasn't a great fan of Wendys, but every time he ordered, it wasn't the burger's meat he wanted inside him.
He had just gotten off work, 6:30 on Tuesday. Perfect. Suddenly, he had a craving for Wendys. He donned his coat and hat. The walk through the the rainy, lamp-lit streets was a journey he had made many times, but the sight at the end was worth it.
As Mark stepped through the door to the diner, the small bell chiming to announce his arrival, he scanned the room. Then he saw him, and his heart jumped in his stomach. The boy he came here to see, the man of his dreams. The one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He slid in to a seat close to Greg, hoping he would notice him. Maybe tonight would be the night. All those moments thinking about Greg. Wanting him, needing him. Thoughts of Greg as he drifted off to sleep, taking him to a dream where they could be together. Long had he been coming to Wendys for this perfect, beautiful boy. So long that he had been able to work out Greg's schedule, and have it written on that worn piece of paper back home.
"Can I take your order, sir?"
Mark snapped out of his thoughts and looked up. This was much better than any dream. There Greg stood, eyes fixed on Mark and pen poised expectantly on his notepad. Mark hesitated for a second, not sure if his mind was tricking him, then recited his usual order. As Greg jotted it down and walked away, Mark continued to stare. Greg's slim form, the shape of his body as his tight shirt hugged it, excited Mark. The way he walked looked more like a dance, slightly provocative in nature. He knew it was wrong, Greg was a child, but it just felt right. He tried to shove Greg out of his mind, but he just couldn't.
All through the night the boy plagued Mark's thoughts, and it didn't help being in the same room with him. The thought of Greg touching him, kissing him, caressing him, being with him. The thought of his bare body on his. The thought of Greg loving him like Manda never had. He felt hot, deprived. He had to get out of there, and he couldn't see Greg anymore so he took his chance to escape without facing him. He grabbed his still wet coat, his hat, and stepped outside. The cold air was bliss on his skin, the sound of the now heavier rain beating him drowning out the voice of Greg in his head. Tonight was not the night, not the night his thoughts became reality. So he thought.
"Hey"
Mark looked for the voice, and found it on his right side. It was Greg, so close that Mark should have noticed him when he walked out. "H...hi" Mark stuttered. Greg was the last person he thought he would be facing. Greg continued.
"I see you in there a lot. You're not stalking me are you?" He chuckled to himself.
"No, of course not!" Though that's not what Mark wanted to say.
"Hey, it's alright. I've been thinking about you for a while, and I've noticed the way you look at me."
"I...I..." Mark was beside himself. He was in the pouring rain, but his whole body felt hot. He tried to keep himself together, tried to keep calm, hoped Greg wouldn't notice what was obviously happening in his pants.
"Do you wanna do something sometime?" Greg carried on.
"I don't know... I'm a lot older than you, it isn't right is it?".
"Sure it is. I'm up for it, so are you".
"I'm not sure I can do this..."
Mark was finding it extremely hard to control himself. He looked at Greg standing there, his now soaked shirt clinging to him, accentuating his every feature, begging to be ripped off. One quick scan of Greg's lower half showed he was just as excited as Mark. Greg stepped closer, so close that Mark could see every drop of rain fall of his drenched hair and proceed down his young face. Greg's lips formed the final straw for Mark.
"I have a high level Shadower in MapleStory".
Mark lost control. He couldn't fight it any longer. He wanted to take Greg right there and then, tear off his clothes, throw him against the wall and ravage him. He wanted Greg, and Greg wanted him. But there was little they could do in their current position, they needed a place to go. And Mark knew where.
"Wanna come back to my place and play my PS3?"
Greg looked slightly confused. "But the PS3 has no games?"
Mark leaned in, so far that Greg could feel the hot breath on his face. He put his hands on Greg's hips and looked deep in to his eyes. "I know".
