

It's funny. A week ago, Miss Pixel was disavowing any association with my scribble. Now she wants all the credit. Typical.
Thanks to Kimmi for this sweet contest and Ghost Judge for the smile. Thanks to all who gave us their wonderful stories to enjoy. Thanks to all for your kind likes and comments.
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Quote by KimmiBeGood
Honorable mention!!! simplyjohn
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The judge freakin’ loves McD, and loved the priorities of the couple in this one and the creativity/humor. He laughed out loud and would only change the flavor of the milkshake to chocolate. Congratulations, simplyjohn! 😊
Oh, look! He's so cute with his cheeks blushing pink like that!
Now pull up your pants, SJ, and send me my coins.
Quote by Kee
That is weird. So I can leave secret notes about you on your profile that no one else can see. BFD! We used to have a Note section on our profile where we could write things we wanted to remember. That was useful. Jeez!
Worse, they did not warn that the old Notes would disappear when Lush2 took over. Poof! Years of thoughts, warnings, and reminders gone.
And I agree, this feature is pretty useless, at least for me.
Notes is a place for other members to attach a comment to your profile -- a birth date/favorite color/favorite kink/whatever -- as a reminder. Only the person who leaves the note can see the actual content. Everyone can see the button except you.
I wrote "Only I can see this" on your Profile Notes and it shows on the banner.
Quote by simplyjohn
We met ‘trick or treating’ and continued doing so together. There was an immediate sexual desire between us evident until we finished two hours later. At that time, she was salivating intensely, and so was I, starring into each other’s eyes. With no words spoken we both knew what we wanted next.
So, McDonalds it was, and we shared two Happy Meals with strawberry milkshakes. We then had sexual intercourse.
This needs to win, simply to see him blush.
Quote by voyeur28
A shape lies huddled in bed. In the dark. They know IT will come. IT always comes. Clammy, sinuous tentacles would rend their clothes and pin them to the bed in one motion. They could almost feel it's black ichor coating them. Invading them. Corrupting their very soul again and again and again. Heart pounding. Eyes wide. "Please God, ..." they say with a shuddering moan, "... Please hurry back!"
Very nicely done. Thank you.