Sunday, February 14, 2010

Goodnight, Moon


This is my effort in response to Brady's short story:

You catch my eye across the restaurant. I nod toward the restroom and you follow me into a stall, locking the door behind us. You waste no time removing my pants and swallowing my cock all the way down. You gag, but I grab you by your hair and won’t let you up for air. You keep gagging, and then you spew vomit all over my junk and my shoes. Is that celery?

Bedtime Story



We were discussing erotic stories and what we don't like about them. I said that I hated when the author created characters and inserted them into existing fictional environments where you are obviously supposed to pretend you are him. This brought my friend to write a short story in the second person (something we find particularly irksome). Here it is in all its concise glory:


You walk into the room and sit down. I approach you and put my hand on your leg. I tell you to close your eyes. You smile trusting me completely. I slowly rub the cool cylinder against your skin. I tell you to open wide. I place the thick barrel in your mouth and pull the trigger. Story over.


Isn't that fantastic?

It Started With A Dare, Part Trois

It finally occurred to me what a great and funny scenario Twilight would be!




Now this isn't quite what I wanted to post, but I had some trouble trying to get the first one up, so it wouldn't let me repost the original. I had to tweak the wording, so it's not quite what I was going for, but acceptable nonetheless. Oh, and this is what the original picture was going to be:





But guess what? NO ONE replied! Not a single response. What the hell? "I want to suck your. . . cock" is great! Come on, son!

It Started With A Dare, Part Deux


This was my friend's entry today, and I think it's rather impressive.


I can take credit for finding the picture and the line about Master Splinter, thank you very much. He actually got several responses. One was from a "masseur" offering a free first massage because he wants to build his clientele. I think that one might have been fake. Then there was another kid who was interested, but didn't want to dress up or anything, so he was lame. Brady offered to let him be Casey Jones, but I think that's where it ended. Then there was the older man. He was cool with being Master Splinter. Seriously. He was totally down. It got so detailed, that we started to feel bad. He was really into it. Oh well, it was hilarious.

Happy Valentime's


From one hooker to another.

It Started With A Dare

This is how it began:

Brady: ok


Brady: I dare you to post an outrageous craigslist



Brady: like that



Brady: For example.....



Brady: Headline: Looking for Older Bea Arthur type



me: i love it already



Brady: Golden Girls fetish. You be Dorthy and I'll be young Mario Lopez who doesn't want to go back to Mexico



Brady: You enter my paper in a local essay contest to have me deported because you are secretly molesting me



Brady: Must bring cheesecake to eat out of my ass while I scream YES PUSSY CAT


And this is the result:








My friend was even nice enough to provide the picture for the post. I'll also include the second place picture that didn't quite make the cut. It seemed to have posted, but I didn't receive any responses. Sadness :(




I think today we'll try a Harry Potter themed post.