Saturday, January 31, 2009

Lessons from Literotica, Part II

So, what do I do when I finish a book? Have a cigarette and a glass of Dom Perignon? Drop onto the couch and scrub all coherent thought from my mind by watching Sci Fi Channel movies? Hell, no. I treat myself to a session of Lessons from Literotica! (Can't afford to stop honing my craft. Not for a minute.)

In this installment, I practice the delicate art of collaboration. (Well, not really.) Below, in boldface, are actual lines from actual stories at my favorite free erotic-fiction website; they're not my words. Following them are my additions/continuations. (I admit, I did have to clean up some of the punctuation to make for more seamless transitions. But I left much of the original stuff as it was found.)

* * * * *

"If you don't stop that, I'm going come."

"I want you to" you breathe softly, "All over everywhere!"

"Listen, moron," I tell you. "In case you haven't taken a reality check lately, everywhere is a honkin' big place. You think I got nuts the size of Jupiter's moons? And even with these toasted almonds I do have--guess what? We're in a closed car rolling through Jiffy Wash! Are you gonna clean up the mess, dumbass, or should I just open the windows?"

* * * * *

"Please oh pleease pleease, god I need you I can’t take this, please please" was all that escaped my throat in a hoarse whisper between stuttering breaths and muffled sobs. And let me tell ya, I was pretty damned disappointed in myself. I should've been able to do better than fourteen words, even with the extra vowels and in spite of my hoarse, stuttering, sobbing breathlessness. I mean, I've been practicing in-bed begging for, like, years.

* * * * *

While I was in the midst of my incredulousness he entered me. I went from there to dismayedness to pissed-offedness. In my awedness, I'd overlooked a need for carefulness. Because, in his excitedness, he'd fallen into stupidness. Bastard isn't wearing a condom, I thought in the midst of a wave of homicidalness.

* * * * *

“Fine I’ll give it to you. My fat hard 9 inch cock inside your tight pussy, bitch. Spread em, whore,” he demanded, pulling my legs apart.

“oh god yessss” i moaned.

I've always been a sucker for the sweet-talkers. And this adorable buckaroo could lay it on ... thick as honey.

* * * * *

She slowly released her lips from around the tip of his penis and let the saliva ooze down. Because she'd heard somewhere, possibly from a sexually confused televangelist who'd suffered irreparable brain damage while stumbling in and out of the closet, that nothin' says lovin' like gobs of spit crawling amoeba-like over a flaccid dick you have to hold beneath the cap just to keep it from folding over.


* * * * *

Running her fingers through the pubic hair, again she felt the matted feeling of sweat, dried cum, saliva and her own juices from last night but, hell, she'd have a shower later and clean up. Maybe. She shoved her fingers through it again, or tried to. Yeah, nice. Like last year's lutefisk encrusted in the beard of a drunken Norwegian fisherman. She figured it was good for another week, at least. Her hand moved lower and she rested it over her vulva mound again, as she had done a few minutes ago in bed, felt her outer fanny lips. And then, drowsily, she thought, Shit, wait. Should there be two pair? I can't remember. Oh, damn, there could be Americans reading this. They're going to think this is a story about filthy, reeking female aliens with double sets of labia growing out of their arse cheeks like bloody flippin' gills! The idjits.

* * * * *

“I’m not really a slut” she stammered, “its just that the way you kissed me awakened an uncontrollable urge, I felt like such a dirty girl a slut, your slut! and I wanted to get dirtier and sluttier and taste your cum!” she went on, a look of confusion on her face. “I have to go this isn’t right!”

I smiled as she went through the door. I allowed a few minutes before I sent a text message to her mobile phone “Yes you are my slut, and you will do as I say Lisa, you will learn to crave the taste of my cum, and allow me to take you for my pleasure (signed K).

It took another 15 minutes before she replied “yes I will be your slut, teach me! use me! please! L.”

I chuckled to myself as the seed of a plan grew in my minds eye.

[Note from KZ: I'm afraid I can't work on this one. It's so exquisite, I feel daunted.]

* * * * *

Carol latched onto his lips with hers. She turned the key in the lock. That'll teach him, she thought with vicious satisfaction.

Kathy saw his tight ass staring her in the face. Pity he couldn't coax it into relaxing. It had such beautiful blue eyes.

He saw his cock waving in the air and, after a moment's hesitation, waved back.


Phrew! Well, enough for tonight. My creative juices are tapped out.


Clare London said...

"and, after a moment's hesitation, waved back."

Thanks for cheering up my miserable Sunday morning! ^_~

K. Z. Snow said...

Hi, hon! I'm so sorry you had a "miserable Sunday morning." Glad I could do something to cheer you up a bit.

I'll be getting back to you about your suggestion. I've been wrappng up both my upcoming release and its sequel.