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No prizes, just fun.

Let the moderators pick a phrase or sentence that could almost never be used in an erotic story. The more improbable and implausible the better. My first thought is "Forward Price-Earnings Ratio for the Dow Jones Transportation Average." There must be a million better ones.

Challenge writers to include the phrase/sentence in a story in a manner that heightens the eroticism. Let the fun begin.
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Sentence that would never appear in an erotica story "And that was when I learned how to pickle eggs"

Sentence that should never appear in an erotica story "And that's how I met your mother"
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Sentence that should never appear in an erotica story "And that's how I met your mother"


I'm not sure that this is true for a story site that has an incest category ;)
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I have yet to write a story set in my own profession (IT management) but I probably can come up with some pretty unlikely sentences for one if I do.

"I walked in to find the server had BSOD'ed. With a groan, I opened it up and reached for the replacement SSD."
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I have yet to write a story set in my own profession (IT management) but I probably can come up with some pretty unlikely sentences for one if I do.

"I walked in to find the server had BSOD'ed. With a groan, I opened it up and reached for the replacement SSD."


Before you swap out the HD, you should try rebooting the system and rolling back to the last known good configuration, run a chkdsk, or even check for a corruption in the master boot record.



Try this line: Despite being a vegetarian, she'd always wanted to make love in an abattoir.

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Before you swap out the HD, you should try rebooting the system and rolling back to the last known good configuration, run a chkdsk, or even check for a corruption in the master boot record.



I know that. I was just compressing things for the unenlightened.QyRUNAdh4ZLdmV4O
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I know that. I was just compressing things for the unenlightened.sOhPrLMo1F6QGrOQ


I know, I was just clowning around.
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Before you swap out the HD, you should try rebooting the system and rolling back to the last known good configuration, run a chkdsk, or even check for a corruption in the master boot record.


Yes, that's what I always do as well. I give it a few good ones with the boot until it works again and mutter some vowelless words under my breath. Though I haven't found any recordings of some corrupt master kicking it yet.
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Sentence that would never appear in an erotica story "And that was when I learned how to pickle eggs"

Sentence that should never appear in an erotica story "And that's how I met your mother"


Icarus, your second one already exists in my series in chapter six. And, no incest involved.
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I have yet to write a story set in my own profession (IT management) but I probably can come up with some pretty unlikely sentences for one if I do.

"I walked in to find the server had BSOD'ed. With a groan, I opened it up and reached for the replacement SSD."


Seeker, back before the Spanish-American War, when computers had separate A and B floppy drives, a friend was in her first job (IT Help Desk) at an IT giant. She answered the phone at 6:00 a.m. one day to hear a client report, "I have something stuck in my A-Hole."
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He, he. Why do other IT folks get all the good calls? I actually more or less started at the tail end of those dark ages, working in the computer lab in grad school. A: was used to boot DOS, B: held the application floppy (usually Wordperfect 4.1).
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He, he. Why do other IT folks get all the good calls?


I believe the craziness comes with the territory. I remember having to check the computer inventory list when I was still a trainee. Space used to be quite limited those days and people were afraid to change something that at least worked, so they used all kinds of abbreviations to fit the whole item description into 8 characters. Obviously, either nobody was fluent in English or nobody gave it a second glance, because the entries for "one piece of Amstrad Tower AT" computers were abbreviated to "1 AM TWAT". The question I heard most that day was "why are you grinning?"
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I believe the craziness comes with the territory. I remember having to check the computer inventory list when I was still a trainee. Space used to be quite limited those days and people were afraid to change something that at least worked, so they used all kinds of abbreviations to fit the whole item description into 8 characters. Obviously, either nobody was fluent in English or nobody gave it a second glance, because the entries for "one piece of Amstrad Tower AT" computers were abbreviated to "1 AM TWAT". The question I heard most that day was "why are you grinning?"


Crhissie,

Many years ago I was an Army intelligence officer. In a "table top war game" I was a "controller," helping to direct the scenario. I was also head of an armored division's prisoner of war interrogation unit in my regular job.

The "game" was being played out by an Army Corps, a gigantic collection of people, units and equipment. "Corps" is the level above "Division."

A self-important twat from the Corps Commander's staff asked me what the term was for the place where prisoners of war were kept. I told him it was called the PW Cage. "Doesn't sound good enough. Is there another, better-sounding, name we can use when we brief the general?"

"Yes. It's called the Corps Recruitment Operations Center (of) Special Human Intelligence Tasking. It's usually referred to by its initials, though."

The nincompoop was happy to have finally convinced me of his importance. He told the general the prisoners were being held in the C.R.O.C. of S.H.I.T.

He was fired. Yes, there is a God.
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A story in draft.

Chapter One: The Two Sluts in the Restaurant, or “That is how I learned to make pickled eggs.”

Brenda and Natalie had just moved to Ecuador. They were porn stars who had fallen in love and quit their prior careers to become waitresses in a local restaurant.

One day, Brenda was sent to the store for some restaurant supplies. {Note: insert gratuitous sex scene between Brenda and Natalie as she prepares to leave the establishment}. She asked the man at the grocery store, “Tiene huevos?” (Do you have eggs?) “Si, Señora – Dos” (Yes, ma’am, two.) {Note: our sophisticated readers will already know that “eggs” is a slang term in Spanish for “testicles.}

Brenda further asked for pickles to use with the eggs. The grocer grinned and unzipped his pants. It wasn’t green, but it was a pickle. {Note: gratuitous sex scene involving fellatio; might consider a pickle up the guy’s ass to appeal to a somewhat different crowd}. Lots of possibilities here.

Natalie was waiting at the restaurant, breathlessly pawing at her crotch and rubbing her breasts. {Note: this is for a sex website, mushystories, so there is no need to try for credibility}. She grabbed the supplies, put them in a blender, and spread the resulting mixture over her (Muff? Snatch? Love Canal? Pussy?) {Note: Get a new thesaurus.}

I was hungry, so I entered the restaurant expecting to satisfy my urge for feasting. I saw the two naked sluts in a 69, and suddenly I had other urges that needed to be satisfied. {Note: don’t bother editing, this is for mushystories and nobody gives a shit as long as the reader gets to stroke). I immediately grabbed the taller girl’s mammary glands. {Note: mammalia just did not go over well in the focus group). I kissed the the two horny and {Note: we really need that Thesaurus) women on their {Note: insert body parts) while they were licking each other’s cunts/boxes/whatever. I immediately tore off my clothes and joined them. And that is how I learned to make pickled eggs.

Coming Soon- Chapter Two, or How I Met Your Mother.

Story Development Notes:

1. The male character needs to be an IT puke so we can use all of the standard dipshit puns about his “hard drive,” his “floppy disk,” and we’re working on a golden showers scene in which we can use the term “Pee See.”

2. This is Ecuador, after all, and a lot of the equipment is really old. I think we can work in that “I AM TWAT line here. Maybe, “I AM TWAT HEAR ME ROAR?”

3. We’re actually offering a paid day off for anybody who can find a way to work the Forward Price-Earnings Ratio for the Dow Jones Transportation Average into it. We’re gonna win this contest!
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Before you swap out the HD, you should try rebooting the system and rolling back to the last known good configuration, run a chkdsk, or even check for a corruption in the master boot record.



Try this line: Despite being a vegetarian, she'd always wanted to make love in an abattoir.



Oh Liz, sometimes you make me want to swap out my hard drive; you make me think about rebooting my system and rolling across into what I know would be a very good configuration. Perhaps I should have my record checked because I think you've changed the way I boot up. Would you like to play with my partition and see whether you're compatible with an older system?
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Mom and I had just laid down in our sleeping bags inside the tent when Bigfoot suddenly appeared, snatching my sultry mother away from my arms and disappearing with her into the foreboding evening forest.

(I started to verify a story here at Lush once upon a time, which had a sentence much like that, leading off the seventh or eighth paragraph.)
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