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Charley
Over 90 days ago
Male, 42
United Kingdom
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Yes, my clitoris was taking control, and sending me into convulsions of ecstasy. From beneath her little hood, she poked out and looked up into my eyes with a knowing smile. She was dancing, in raptures, doing something akin to an Irish jig, I’d say. But little did she know that lurking beneath was my predatory penis, waiting to pounce. Suddenly, up it came, as if from nowhere, beating the Butler’s tongue to one side, and shoving its beady eye under my clity’s little hood, and then into my weeping slit. Screwing myself senseless, I wondered if I should have taken precautions.
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People that are too nice. People who want to be my best friend the moment they meet me. People that do not get pissed off. They all piss me off, and they can all piss off.
I like you, lets be friends.
Getting stuck behind a slow driver on very windy country lanes, and where there are areas they could pull off and let the traffic go by, they don't, still dawdling along at 40kmh, when my Impreza wanted to double thatThere are literally zero overtaking places on that stretch, it's double white lined throughout.
OK, but only if you don't want to be my best friend straight away!
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“Me, an hermaphrodite, with a Butler’s tongue snaking its way towards me! What on earth will happen?” I asked myself, in a loud voice that was only audible to the Butler’s kangaroo. My wonderment was soon set to rest, as I watched another, and another, and yet another tongue slip from the Butler’s lips and slither along the floor and up my legs. And, oh, how those tongues probed, penetrating every orifice, until I was impaled. It was right about then that I realised I was watching all this happen to me from across the room, while at the same time watching my self, watching me. I’d started to become many; I was here, there and everywhere, all at once and was most annoyed by it. I started to argue with myself, which is never a good sign, but of course it is.
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Romance is not in the grand gesture, it's in the detail - the held hand, the smile, the kiss in the rain. I wouldn't need to shower you with diamonds and rubies, wine and dine you, jet you off to Paris for a long-weekend, to be romantic.
And sometimes, chaps, if you are really lucky, women will fall for all that!
And sometimes, chaps, if you are really lucky, women will fall for all that!
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It was time for a holiday vacation and I was ready to go on a long trip. I was in a thick woods and seemed to be lost. I soon came to a parting in the woods and in that parting was a large old house. I had no choice but to go in the house and try to find some help.
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To my surprise, the interior of the house was full of furniture hanging upside down from the ceiling. Even stranger, there were people sitting on chairs and eating at the dining table, yet they didn't seem to be attached, nor did the food they were eating fall to the floor. They looked at me and one of them said, "Oh there you are! What took you so long to get here? Come on and join us, you must be hungry by now!" To my surprise I was, and once I realised it, found myself sitting amongst them, head downwards, and enjoying a hearty steak dinner. This trip was certainly going to be interesting, if this was just the start of it.
The head of the household asked me whither I was drifting. I told her I was on the road to erehwon. She then replied that I must be a friend of john paul sartre. I said that I knew him well but what relevance could that possibly have. Why she said only existentialists take the road to erehwon. The sautéed mushrooms were wonderful, I closed my eyes, I drifted, I floated and when I opened my eyes I was in the American south west, in the desert outside of Tucson.
Although, yes, Jean-Paul was a dear friend and I thought of myself as an existentialist in the broadest sense of the term, the idea contained rather too many holes for my liking. “A solipsist am I,” were the words that tickled my nose, as I mused restlessly on the subject. And scratching that itch, I found myself falling into one of those existentialist holes and sliding downward into the depths. Tucson was disappearing behind me, and I hoped I’d never have to visit again.
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I was just wondering what it was that got the authors here started on writing erotica.
For me, it was when a flatmate of mine at university asked if I thought I could write an erotic story. I said I'd give it a go and a few days later presented the results to her (more fun than a Physics paper). I was quite amazed when I saw how turned on she got from reading it, but I didn't think too much of it. A few years later, I was talking with a female colleague about erotica and mentioned that I'd written a story. She asked if she could read it. I must admit, I was quite reluctant to let her, but in the end I did. I got the same reaction from her as from my flatmate, but with my colleague I ended up in bed, exploring some of the themes of my story.
How did you get started?
For me, it was when a flatmate of mine at university asked if I thought I could write an erotic story. I said I'd give it a go and a few days later presented the results to her (more fun than a Physics paper). I was quite amazed when I saw how turned on she got from reading it, but I didn't think too much of it. A few years later, I was talking with a female colleague about erotica and mentioned that I'd written a story. She asked if she could read it. I must admit, I was quite reluctant to let her, but in the end I did. I got the same reaction from her as from my flatmate, but with my colleague I ended up in bed, exploring some of the themes of my story.
How did you get started?
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I've never heard of it Charley. What's it about?
Hi Kathleen,
Funny Games is about a family (mother, father, son in early teens - and a dog) on vacation in the Austrian countryside, staying in an isolated house. A few hours after their arrival, two, clean-cut men (in their early 20s) knock at the door asking to borrow some eggs. It's from that point that it starts to get weird, as the two men keeping coming back to the house and asking for more things, and acting stupid - i.e. Funny Games. It then becomes much darker. The family are held captive and tortured.
What makes this film shocking is that there is never a reason given for the actions of the two men; it's purely sadistic. In some of the torture scenes, the perpetrators engage with the viewer, by looking directly at the camera and asking why you continue to watch. This is most disconcerting. There's no happy ending, either. C.