Wed, Mar. 8th, 2006, 11:56 am
I actually saw a meme worth doing
...and I don't remember where I saw it, so I can't give credit.
Comment with the title of a story of mine that I've neglected to write. I'll summarize its plot for you.
Wed, Mar. 8th, 2006 04:15 pm (UTC)
"Humping for Joy"
"Santa's Last Stand"
"One More Time For The Abattoir"
Fri, Mar. 10th, 2006 04:17 pm (UTC)
vinnie_tesla : One More Time for the Abbattoir
Since it looks like j_shelbourne
has covered the first one
Nathan and Lydia are packing for their move out to the suburbs. They've lived together in the scruffily hip part of town for several years but they;re getting ready settle down and raise children. Lydia wants to make one last trip to the monthly "Abattoir" fetish night at the local goth club. They used to be regulars there, but their attendance has declined as their interests have shifted.
Eventually, they dress up and go out. Nathan finds that he feels out-of-place there now, too old and stodgy for all the shiny young kids.
Despite his kvetching, Lydia manages to strike up conversation with a striking young man,and draws him into flirtation. The younger man eventually confesses that he'd been eying them earlier, but was intimidated by their obvious greater experience and sophistication. With little ado, they haul him back to their box-filled apartment and do it like they do it on the Discovery channel, only with more manacles and latex.
In the morning, Nathan concedes that the occasional evening trip into town might not be such a bad idea even after the move.
Fri, Mar. 10th, 2006 04:59 pm (UTC)
madkingludwig : Re: One More Time for the Abbattoir
My concept for "Humping for Joy" was an 80's made-for-TV movie, now a Lifetime rerun feature, where a 13 year old girl, Joy (Melissa Sue Anderson), needs a risky operation to save her sight and her single, well-maintained mother (Susan St. James or Linda Evans) is forced to turn to prositution to finance the medical costs.
Wed, Mar. 8th, 2006 04:48 pm (UTC)
A Baker's Dozen
Fri, Mar. 10th, 2006 11:03 am (UTC)
vinnie_tesla : The Baker's Dozen
Anna Baker is working on a batch of cookies while Vinnie is trying to make out with her. She rebuffs him, saying that she needs to get them into the oven first.
When the cookies are finally in, he picks her up by the waist and carries her over on to the kitchen counter. As he's undressing her here, he says, "Bet you've never been fucked on a kitchen counter before."
"Hon, I've fucked in way wilder places than that," she says.
She proceeds to tell the stories of several unusual places she's had sex, while Vinnie tries to distract her. When he's extremely turned on and ready to fuck her, she springs up to check on the cookies.
Finding that they still need time, she comes back to the counter, and tells more stories of sex in exotic locales while they play. This time he turns the tables and has her on the verge of coming on his hand when he stops and suggests that she check the oven.
When she returns to the counter once more, she immediately pounces on him and they begin fucking, but she tells more stories of her exploits as they fuck. Immediately after her twelfth story, he climaxes, and she hops off to pull the cookies out of the oven.
She comes back and straddles his face. As she grinds her cunt against his mouth, she tells a final story about sex on a public beach in Cape Cod.
Vinnie twists away enough to say, "I thought you'd never been to Cape Cod."
"I haven't," she replies, "but I rented us a hotel room there for this weekend."
Fri, Mar. 10th, 2006 01:01 pm (UTC)
yagagriswold : Re: The Baker's Dozen
*squeals with delight*
Wed, Mar. 8th, 2006 09:14 pm (UTC)
"Why you should never marry the preacher's son"
Fri, Mar. 10th, 2006 05:57 pm (UTC)
vinnie_tesla : Why You Should Never Marry the Preacher's Son
Martha ad in the paper said she was seeking someone religious, and Billy's dad was a pastor up in Rhode Island. Martha had never heard of the Starry Wisdom Church
before, and it sounded kinda like one of those funny "new age" groups, but Billy assured Martha that the church was very, very old....
I think if I go much farther with this one, Balan's gonna get on my case for writing more tentacle porn...
Thu, Mar. 9th, 2006 05:53 am (UTC)
"The New England Liberal and the Texas Showgirl"
Fri, Mar. 10th, 2006 06:45 pm (UTC)
The New England Liberal rose quickly to the top of her chosen profession, winning the champoinship belt in only her third year of wrestling in the PWPW (Political Women's Professional Wrestling league). She made short work of the Tree Hugger, the Log Cabin Blazer Dyke, and the Real Live Female Libertarian on her way to the top, before challenging the Evangelical Who Votes the Way her Husband Tells Her To in the most high-profile fight in league history.
But she harbored a shameful secret...only she knew of her past on an Amarillo chorus line--a past that could destroy her career should it ever come out!
Thu, Mar. 9th, 2006 04:01 pm (UTC)
Lunch Hour Orgasms
Fri, Mar. 10th, 2006 07:49 pm (UTC)
vinnie_tesla : Lunch Hour Orgasms
This one doesn't exactly have a plot. It's a series of segments that look something like this:
1:52, third floor washroom, inventory controller Denise Goldberg
She's seated on the closed toilet seat, her slacks and panties pushed to her knees. Two fingers of her right hand are rotating rapidly over her clitoris while she bites the first knuckle of her left. She is thinking:
David's body pressed against mine, his hands in my hair, his hot breath on my neck. "Denise, I need you, I can't resist you any longer.' His thing is hard and hot against my hip. My clothes melt away and we're naked together...
Most of the scenes are of people masturbating ,though one or two would be fucking. There'd be some ironic fun with the similarities and differences of people's fantasies of each other.
Mon, Mar. 13th, 2006 11:08 pm (UTC)
kij66 : Re: Lunch Hour Orgasms
Heh, don't forget the woman who lives close enough to work to go home on her lunch hour & makes liberal use of her toys...
Thu, Mar. 9th, 2006 08:37 pm (UTC)
Fri, Mar. 10th, 2006 09:37 pm (UTC)
vinnie_tesla : An Earthling
This is a sad one. An intimate relationship is described in the pluperfect. Anecdotes of each person telling stories to each other aboout their lives, and then laughing about the pretensions, the idiocies, the cruelties of those around them. At the end of each story, they sigh and shake their heads in mock-despair. "Earthlings!" they exclaim. "What do you expect from such a backward species?"
Then he does something big and dumb. Probably cheats on her, though i'd consider other similarly hurtful things. Unable to take the betrayal, she leaves him. He's alone now, without a lover, without a confidante. He acted like an earthling, and now he's marooned among them forever; an earthling among earthlings.
Sat, Mar. 18th, 2006 01:37 pm (UTC)
Post-mortem Reckoning |